And so it begins... [no_going_home]
I’ve killed twelve slayers since my resurrection but nothing has given me the satisfaction that my last kill has given me. I decided to turn my sights on killing everyone and anyone that had anything to do with the slayer that staked me; this by far was the sweetest victory yet…
I can’t help but sneer almost gleefully when I remember her screams. The way she cried and begged for her and her child’s life.
My minions have been watching her and caught her right outside her Dr.’s office.
The look on her face as I slowly used my hoof to rip open her stomach and pulled out her unborn child. The way her blood tasted as I drained it from her body, her blood was sweet and warm.
I felt a small feeling of regret that I killed her so quickly. I should have chained her up and kept her, fed off her until I got tired of her.
I watch from the window feeling nearly ecstatic at the sight before me.
His wails and cries for his dear dead wife, music to my ears. But nothing compares to the sight of his face when he realized what that small bloody mass is that’s nailed to the bedroom wall. His unborn son.
I turn and smell the air; the sun will rise soon. I hate to leave when the grief is sounding like music to my ears. I have a grin plastered onto my face, licking my fangs, still tasting her blood as I turn and head back to my layer.
This was only the first step. Next is that used to be vampire and his little blue puppy…
I can’t help but sneer almost gleefully when I remember her screams. The way she cried and begged for her and her child’s life.
My minions have been watching her and caught her right outside her Dr.’s office.
The look on her face as I slowly used my hoof to rip open her stomach and pulled out her unborn child. The way her blood tasted as I drained it from her body, her blood was sweet and warm.
I felt a small feeling of regret that I killed her so quickly. I should have chained her up and kept her, fed off her until I got tired of her.
I watch from the window feeling nearly ecstatic at the sight before me.
His wails and cries for his dear dead wife, music to my ears. But nothing compares to the sight of his face when he realized what that small bloody mass is that’s nailed to the bedroom wall. His unborn son.
I turn and smell the air; the sun will rise soon. I hate to leave when the grief is sounding like music to my ears. I have a grin plastered onto my face, licking my fangs, still tasting her blood as I turn and head back to my layer.
This was only the first step. Next is that used to be vampire and his little blue puppy…