The Rising For bocadelinferno, posted under evileyes_dru
My Xavier lifted me up in the air like a feather, twirling, and twirling and twirling and I loved it. And he pressed me against the wall in the most exquisite way. I wanted him to ravage me…his cool body felt like fire against mine. Why is his fire so sweet? Mmmm. His blood was filled with juices like fruit the color of wine, so hot like fire, so delicious, velvety and devilishly good. I cooed as his body pressed hard against mine. How I loved it.
Then the mood was interrupted by something coming from upstairs. A smile came across my face. I knew in my head before he could tell me that it was Penn & Maggie and they had brought some presents with them. We had run out of chickens and they came with a whole stock! As I made my way down the dungeon, my eyes were filled with anticipation. I couldn't wait to see the look on their faces. The fear, and the sorrow and the helplessness that made them taste the most sweeter.
I looked at the little people thrown about the floor bound and I giggled…
"They remind me so much of chickens, chickens with big cow eyes pleading moo...moo to let them out...moo to show them mercy...moo. It brings such joy to my empty heart." I said to Xavier with a wicked smile.
I got closer to one of them, a girl, and I smiled at her. I touched her face and moved a strand of hair from it. "We shall darken your eyes and paint your lips and curl your hair and you shall sing for Miss Edith and the queen at tea. And when we are done I will feed you to my Montauc, and I shall be merry."
I felt like a cat looking at birds. Purring. I looked at all of them so yummy and scared. Yes we have what we need for the birth of my childe. I looked around. Yes, evertying just perfect. I began to dance with songs in my head. What a glorious evening. So many presents and my darling Xavier had given me the biggest one of all…Montauc.
“Pretty skies…the stars are shining so bright tonight! I want to soar.” I said my arms fluttering like a bird’s.
I looked at Penn who seemed to be thirsting for blood. What a sweet, sweet boy, he knew how to appreciate the moment of death. And how to savor the blood of each and every victim like sweet delicious wine. “You did so well Penn. You brought us some Belgians! And you gave them pretty, pretty colors of blue and red and black on their soft skins.”
I focused my attention back on the girl who had the sweetest look of fear on her face. “Do you like daisies? Hmm? I like planting them…but they always die on me. Everything I put in the ground dies. Maybe I shall put you in the ground and see if you grow. Do you think you can grow for me?” She stared to cry.
“Shh! Shh! There...there darling. You don’t want to make me cross. You wouldn’t want for me to play with your limbs and tear your dress apart do you? Or open your mouth and fill it with dirt from my garden? That would be most unpleasant…wouldn’t you say?” She quieted down and I smiled.
Yes everything was just perfect. Montauc was dead and soon he would rise and be with mommy. I shall put him in the earth inside a coffin, and let him claw his way out like my daddy did for me. And I shall make him thirst for the blood of the innocent and he shall feed his thirst with one of these little chickens.
I began to sing and I took my Xavier by the arms and began to dance like we had before Penn and Maggie came in.
“Am I your princess, darling?” I asked Xavier. “Do you like the way I dance?”
I suddenly stopped. My brain began to tingle and I closed my yes. I doubled holding my head as if in pain, even though I was not. No! No! No! I could feel the fear in from many far away. I could see it pouring from them in buckets. I could see their dreams haunting them like old ghosts. Filling and digging in like daggers in their heads. Nightmares. Sweet and evil nightmares. I threw my head back and smiled at their suffering. I began to laugh. Let them suffer. Let the beast suffer their fate.
Then the mood was interrupted by something coming from upstairs. A smile came across my face. I knew in my head before he could tell me that it was Penn & Maggie and they had brought some presents with them. We had run out of chickens and they came with a whole stock! As I made my way down the dungeon, my eyes were filled with anticipation. I couldn't wait to see the look on their faces. The fear, and the sorrow and the helplessness that made them taste the most sweeter.
I looked at the little people thrown about the floor bound and I giggled…
"They remind me so much of chickens, chickens with big cow eyes pleading moo...moo to let them out...moo to show them mercy...moo. It brings such joy to my empty heart." I said to Xavier with a wicked smile.
I got closer to one of them, a girl, and I smiled at her. I touched her face and moved a strand of hair from it. "We shall darken your eyes and paint your lips and curl your hair and you shall sing for Miss Edith and the queen at tea. And when we are done I will feed you to my Montauc, and I shall be merry."
I felt like a cat looking at birds. Purring. I looked at all of them so yummy and scared. Yes we have what we need for the birth of my childe. I looked around. Yes, evertying just perfect. I began to dance with songs in my head. What a glorious evening. So many presents and my darling Xavier had given me the biggest one of all…Montauc.
“Pretty skies…the stars are shining so bright tonight! I want to soar.” I said my arms fluttering like a bird’s.
I looked at Penn who seemed to be thirsting for blood. What a sweet, sweet boy, he knew how to appreciate the moment of death. And how to savor the blood of each and every victim like sweet delicious wine. “You did so well Penn. You brought us some Belgians! And you gave them pretty, pretty colors of blue and red and black on their soft skins.”
I focused my attention back on the girl who had the sweetest look of fear on her face. “Do you like daisies? Hmm? I like planting them…but they always die on me. Everything I put in the ground dies. Maybe I shall put you in the ground and see if you grow. Do you think you can grow for me?” She stared to cry.
“Shh! Shh! There...there darling. You don’t want to make me cross. You wouldn’t want for me to play with your limbs and tear your dress apart do you? Or open your mouth and fill it with dirt from my garden? That would be most unpleasant…wouldn’t you say?” She quieted down and I smiled.
Yes everything was just perfect. Montauc was dead and soon he would rise and be with mommy. I shall put him in the earth inside a coffin, and let him claw his way out like my daddy did for me. And I shall make him thirst for the blood of the innocent and he shall feed his thirst with one of these little chickens.
I began to sing and I took my Xavier by the arms and began to dance like we had before Penn and Maggie came in.
“Am I your princess, darling?” I asked Xavier. “Do you like the way I dance?”
I suddenly stopped. My brain began to tingle and I closed my yes. I doubled holding my head as if in pain, even though I was not. No! No! No! I could feel the fear in from many far away. I could see it pouring from them in buckets. I could see their dreams haunting them like old ghosts. Filling and digging in like daggers in their heads. Nightmares. Sweet and evil nightmares. I threw my head back and smiled at their suffering. I began to laugh. Let them suffer. Let the beast suffer their fate.