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An update, just as I have promised:
matt7960, my new icon is for you.
I was going to leave the house last night at my usual time of dusk, but as I was lacing up my boots I sensed some danger. I turned on the TV and on the news a car accident was being reported. The accident was in the same place I was first planning on stopping by to feed. I could have skipped that stop, but I needed my night to go as closely as planned as possible so I waited a few hours.
After a few hours wait, I went on out to my first stop. I climbed down into a drain that ran to the sewers. Careful not to get the bottom of my silk black gown or cape wet, I scuttled in. It was perfect timing for sneeking up on some unsuspecting victimes. Rats. Yes, lowly as they are I needed their disgusting blood for my journey. I felt as if I was going to vomit, with a turn of my stomach everytime I tore at their flesh with my teeth.
Finally, when I was done, I climbed out of the disgusting ground. It is truly disgusting and sad what these sickly humans have done to my earth. My next stop was just a few blocks down from there. I crept into an alley. Sheilded by the dark shadows of night, he could not see me. From feet away I could smell his disgusting stench. His flesh and body disintegrating under is tattered clothing. I placed my hands lightly on his shulders from behind and before he could react my sharp teeth were already piercing the flesh of the homeless man's neck. His juices were sickening. I wanted to stop half way through, but Lydia, my cat, had warned me to drain them all of every drop. As I sucked the last bits from inside his body I sank to ym knees. His blood ran warm into my stomach but it tied it in knots. My muscles were cramping. At first, I thought it was the man's disgusting blood, but deep down I really knew it was my transformation begininning to take place. I pulled my mouth away from the now limp, cold body and laughed through my pain.
I next traveled down a ways to a large, almost completely empty parking lot. I spotted three cars left there, parked under the dark of night. I was not sure which one was hers but I could smell her scent strongly. I followed the scent until I discovered hers, crept down, and waited. It was only about ten minutes until she came briskly walking up to her car. She kept turning around as if paranoid, but I guess she did have ever right to be paranoid. She opened the door and sat down into the drivers seat. I swiflty transported myself from the ground, hiding beside the rear-right tire to her backseat. While she was adjusting her seat belt and putting her purse down I grabbed her throat from behind. She put up a struggle but I quickly dug my nails into her throat, hitting her main artery. I cupped my hand around the wound as I pulled myself forward to drink as the blood flowed steadily from the punctures in her throat. Her blood was a delicasy.
I was very tired and my body was already weakening from the start of the transformation. My stomach full of human blood, I wanted to vomit, it was begining to become painful. But I had to go on.
I crept inside the window of his home. The town sheriff was fast asleep in bed next to his wife. I was in pain, but I knew this was it. The last for the night. I wasn't going to attack, my body was to sore and tired to so I just swiftly moved beside the bed and sunk my teeth into the flesh of his rigth wrist which had been hanging off the edge of the bed. He made no noise. I began to weep as I continued to drain his body, I was too full, too weak, too tired. I remember finishing him off then falling backwards onto the floor.
I awoke early this morning, my stomch still full, body heavy and weak, head aching. I could barely sit up. Lydia came to my side and told me to rest. I was taken care of and the process has begun.
Now we only await the cow's mummified body to be dry enough for the first ritual and incantation. I still ache, but I know my body will grow strong. I can feel the power pulsing through my veins like mercury...
Mistress Death
matt7960, my new icon is for you.
I was going to leave the house last night at my usual time of dusk, but as I was lacing up my boots I sensed some danger. I turned on the TV and on the news a car accident was being reported. The accident was in the same place I was first planning on stopping by to feed. I could have skipped that stop, but I needed my night to go as closely as planned as possible so I waited a few hours.
After a few hours wait, I went on out to my first stop. I climbed down into a drain that ran to the sewers. Careful not to get the bottom of my silk black gown or cape wet, I scuttled in. It was perfect timing for sneeking up on some unsuspecting victimes. Rats. Yes, lowly as they are I needed their disgusting blood for my journey. I felt as if I was going to vomit, with a turn of my stomach everytime I tore at their flesh with my teeth.
Finally, when I was done, I climbed out of the disgusting ground. It is truly disgusting and sad what these sickly humans have done to my earth. My next stop was just a few blocks down from there. I crept into an alley. Sheilded by the dark shadows of night, he could not see me. From feet away I could smell his disgusting stench. His flesh and body disintegrating under is tattered clothing. I placed my hands lightly on his shulders from behind and before he could react my sharp teeth were already piercing the flesh of the homeless man's neck. His juices were sickening. I wanted to stop half way through, but Lydia, my cat, had warned me to drain them all of every drop. As I sucked the last bits from inside his body I sank to ym knees. His blood ran warm into my stomach but it tied it in knots. My muscles were cramping. At first, I thought it was the man's disgusting blood, but deep down I really knew it was my transformation begininning to take place. I pulled my mouth away from the now limp, cold body and laughed through my pain.
I next traveled down a ways to a large, almost completely empty parking lot. I spotted three cars left there, parked under the dark of night. I was not sure which one was hers but I could smell her scent strongly. I followed the scent until I discovered hers, crept down, and waited. It was only about ten minutes until she came briskly walking up to her car. She kept turning around as if paranoid, but I guess she did have ever right to be paranoid. She opened the door and sat down into the drivers seat. I swiflty transported myself from the ground, hiding beside the rear-right tire to her backseat. While she was adjusting her seat belt and putting her purse down I grabbed her throat from behind. She put up a struggle but I quickly dug my nails into her throat, hitting her main artery. I cupped my hand around the wound as I pulled myself forward to drink as the blood flowed steadily from the punctures in her throat. Her blood was a delicasy.
I was very tired and my body was already weakening from the start of the transformation. My stomach full of human blood, I wanted to vomit, it was begining to become painful. But I had to go on.
I crept inside the window of his home. The town sheriff was fast asleep in bed next to his wife. I was in pain, but I knew this was it. The last for the night. I wasn't going to attack, my body was to sore and tired to so I just swiftly moved beside the bed and sunk my teeth into the flesh of his rigth wrist which had been hanging off the edge of the bed. He made no noise. I began to weep as I continued to drain his body, I was too full, too weak, too tired. I remember finishing him off then falling backwards onto the floor.
I awoke early this morning, my stomch still full, body heavy and weak, head aching. I could barely sit up. Lydia came to my side and told me to rest. I was taken care of and the process has begun.
Now we only await the cow's mummified body to be dry enough for the first ritual and incantation. I still ache, but I know my body will grow strong. I can feel the power pulsing through my veins like mercury...
Mistress Death