Necrophobia - Part 5
Well, this shidbit is LOOOOONG. But, it's necessary - and, I hope, an interesting read. Enjoy! :D
(and if you do read this, would you mind leaving a short comment? I'd like to know who, if anyone, is actually reading this year. :P)
Wordcount: 13,910/50,000
Today's goal: 15,003/50,000
5:00 a.m.
The faithful and obedient alarm clock on the table beside the king sized bed began its morning song and dance promptly. While its alarm was supposed to be the cheerful chattering of morning birds, this early in the morning it sounded more like an air raid siren shattering everyone's peaceful slumber to warn them that all hell was about to break loose.
The bedcovers shifted and the bed frame squeaked quietly as its inhabitants stirred and one long gray and black arm shot out of the covers with enough force to send the alarm clock flying against the wall. It hit and bounced off, the plastic cover cracking and falling to pieces but the alarm still singing its cheerful music.
Samantha Terie, the clock's assailant, grumbled under her breath and slowly drew her arm back into the warm, comfortable recesses of the covers.
"****ing clock," she muttered. "Why can't you just die?" At this hour in the morning her voice was low and husky - but then again that's how it always sounded. The hoarse smoker-like quality to it was simply more pronounced after she'd just woken up.
After stubbornly sticking it out for a couple of minutes, finally the creature grew tired of the alarm clock's persistent ringing and sat up. The covers slid off as she stretched her arms into the air, stretched her back, rotated her spine, and finally swung her legs out of bed.
Samantha was a maned wolf - not an uncommon breed - but it was her coloration which set her apart from the rest of her species. Instead of being rich orange-red, instead the femme was a cool gray. Her fur was absolutely devoid of color - she was essentially a grayscale form, although she hadn't been all her life. She'd been born naturally, but then life happened in a strange way for the girl from the bad part of town. Gang violence and devil worship had scarred her and through a bizarre turn of events had become a vampire - though she'd still retained her colors. It wasn't until years later that she'd lost the brownish red pigmentation when a maledikt lord had torn open her stomach and somehow the cells responsible for coloring her fur were damaged. Sam hadn't been expected to survive, but the experience had left her a changed woman - both physically and spiritually.
Looking down, Sam picked at the bits of lint clinging to her silk lingerie as she made her way to the master bathroom. The plush carpet was cool but soft to her bare feet, but when they touched the cold linoleum of the bathroom floor a shiver ran up her legs.
The maned wolf muttered under her breath as she brushed her stiff black hair out of her eyes so she could see the switch which turned on the heated floor. Not that it mattered; as a vampire she wasn't affected by cold or hot - Sam just simply tried to live like a mortal would as much as she could manage. As Governor of the city of Paradise she'd found that the people were put much more at ease by a leader who didn't act like an undead bloodsucking immortal. They felt comfortable with her because she came down to their level, even if she was> about to enact a law they wouldn't like or raise taxes to pay for yet another government expense.
Sam bent over the bathtub to turn on the water. She made the temperature scalding hot, as she enjoyed seeing steam rise from the water - and from her flesh if it got hot enough.
As the Governor waited for the tub to fill she went to the mirror and stared at her reflection - or, more notably, her lack of one. Sam cursed her own curse some days because she couldn't see herself to fine-tune her appearance. While she appreciated the perks of being immortal, and had a resistance to sunlight so that she could be outside during the day, there were other times when being a vampire definitely had its drawbacks.
While the tub finished filling the maned wolf pulled the silk teddy over her head and tossed it into the hamper. Beneath it she wore only cloth bandages which wrapped tightly around her stomach. For some reason Sam had never healed from her bout with the maledikt - the gaping hole in her stomach had remained open, and thus she had to wear tight wraps at all times to keep her organs from spilling out.
Sam was facing the tub and was about to step into the scalding hot water when there was an electrical zap and the bathroom lights came on. In the same instant a pair of black hands suddenly clamped around her waist from behind and pulled her up against a solid, muscular chest. Static electricity danced and crackled along Sam's fingers and her hair stood on end from the energy.
"Good morning, my dear," a rough voice said as sharp teeth nibbled at her ear. Sam grimaced and craned her neck to try to pull out of his reach.
"No such thing, Inky." She tried to relax, but the electric current the male was sending rippling through her skin was making her tense. Her muscles began to twitch slightly. "You can knock that off anytime now," Sam growled.
"And ruin my fun?" His grip around her waist loosened and his hands slid downward slowly.
"If I get in the bath with your electricity running through my skin, I'll be fried. Though I don't doubt you'd enjoy watching the spectacle, Inky, I don't think you want to be cleaning up the mess."
"Don't call me Inky."
"Why, Inky?"
"Stop."
"Not until you let me go, Ink--" Cutting her off, the male sent a painful beam of electricity into Sam's back and out through her mouth, where it branched like lightning and danced along the bathroom walls. When he ended the charge, Sam clenched her teeth and groaned, coughing loudly and holding her stomach. She muttered a multitude of curses between hacking breaths.
"What's my name, Sam?"
She held off on answering for as long as she dared. When she started seeing her fur stand on end again she quickly spit out an answer.
"Jikinini! Now let go of me and let me bathe before the water cools."
"I can boil it for you."
"No need, thank-you. You've been enough help already."
The maledikt let her go and she looked over her shoulder at him as he backed up to give her some space and leaned against the doorframe. Jin was a fairly tall maledikt male, with black-as-night fur and white tribal tattoos over half of his torso, up one arm, and along half of his neck and cheek. He had large black draconic wings which were tightly kept folded up behind him, and he wore naught but off-white briefs and a bear claw necklace.
Sam noticed the wall switch next to him was still in the 'OFF' position despite the bright light which blazed from the light bulbs.
"Show off."
Jin continued to watch as Sam stepped into the bath and eased into it, carefully sitting and going about the tricky task of washing herself without getting her bandages too wet. For this reason she'd only filled the tub up to her waist. The danger wasn't so much that the bandages would get wet, but that water would get into her open chest cavity and cause a stink that she wouldn't easily be able to hide. It would not be good if Paradise's Governor smelled of rotting flesh.
When she was finished bathing Sam let out the bathwater using her foot to hit the lever which would open the drain. The water began gurgling down the dark pipe as Sam stood up and looked over at Jin.
"What are you looking at?" He didn't give her an answer, but Sam had come to expect this from him. They had been living together for some time now, and had been a couple for even longer. They'd met at the Mental Health and Wellness clinic in the city of Dismas, which was considerably smaller than Paradise. Dismas was located on the island's Northern coastline and was typically a den for all the wrong kind of people you don't want to get involved in. Sam had gone there willingly, but she was younger then and very na
(and if you do read this, would you mind leaving a short comment? I'd like to know who, if anyone, is actually reading this year. :P)
Wordcount: 13,910/50,000
Today's goal: 15,003/50,000
5:00 a.m.
The faithful and obedient alarm clock on the table beside the king sized bed began its morning song and dance promptly. While its alarm was supposed to be the cheerful chattering of morning birds, this early in the morning it sounded more like an air raid siren shattering everyone's peaceful slumber to warn them that all hell was about to break loose.
The bedcovers shifted and the bed frame squeaked quietly as its inhabitants stirred and one long gray and black arm shot out of the covers with enough force to send the alarm clock flying against the wall. It hit and bounced off, the plastic cover cracking and falling to pieces but the alarm still singing its cheerful music.
Samantha Terie, the clock's assailant, grumbled under her breath and slowly drew her arm back into the warm, comfortable recesses of the covers.
"****ing clock," she muttered. "Why can't you just die?" At this hour in the morning her voice was low and husky - but then again that's how it always sounded. The hoarse smoker-like quality to it was simply more pronounced after she'd just woken up.
After stubbornly sticking it out for a couple of minutes, finally the creature grew tired of the alarm clock's persistent ringing and sat up. The covers slid off as she stretched her arms into the air, stretched her back, rotated her spine, and finally swung her legs out of bed.
Samantha was a maned wolf - not an uncommon breed - but it was her coloration which set her apart from the rest of her species. Instead of being rich orange-red, instead the femme was a cool gray. Her fur was absolutely devoid of color - she was essentially a grayscale form, although she hadn't been all her life. She'd been born naturally, but then life happened in a strange way for the girl from the bad part of town. Gang violence and devil worship had scarred her and through a bizarre turn of events had become a vampire - though she'd still retained her colors. It wasn't until years later that she'd lost the brownish red pigmentation when a maledikt lord had torn open her stomach and somehow the cells responsible for coloring her fur were damaged. Sam hadn't been expected to survive, but the experience had left her a changed woman - both physically and spiritually.
Looking down, Sam picked at the bits of lint clinging to her silk lingerie as she made her way to the master bathroom. The plush carpet was cool but soft to her bare feet, but when they touched the cold linoleum of the bathroom floor a shiver ran up her legs.
The maned wolf muttered under her breath as she brushed her stiff black hair out of her eyes so she could see the switch which turned on the heated floor. Not that it mattered; as a vampire she wasn't affected by cold or hot - Sam just simply tried to live like a mortal would as much as she could manage. As Governor of the city of Paradise she'd found that the people were put much more at ease by a leader who didn't act like an undead bloodsucking immortal. They felt comfortable with her because she came down to their level, even if she was> about to enact a law they wouldn't like or raise taxes to pay for yet another government expense.
Sam bent over the bathtub to turn on the water. She made the temperature scalding hot, as she enjoyed seeing steam rise from the water - and from her flesh if it got hot enough.
As the Governor waited for the tub to fill she went to the mirror and stared at her reflection - or, more notably, her lack of one. Sam cursed her own curse some days because she couldn't see herself to fine-tune her appearance. While she appreciated the perks of being immortal, and had a resistance to sunlight so that she could be outside during the day, there were other times when being a vampire definitely had its drawbacks.
While the tub finished filling the maned wolf pulled the silk teddy over her head and tossed it into the hamper. Beneath it she wore only cloth bandages which wrapped tightly around her stomach. For some reason Sam had never healed from her bout with the maledikt - the gaping hole in her stomach had remained open, and thus she had to wear tight wraps at all times to keep her organs from spilling out.
Sam was facing the tub and was about to step into the scalding hot water when there was an electrical zap and the bathroom lights came on. In the same instant a pair of black hands suddenly clamped around her waist from behind and pulled her up against a solid, muscular chest. Static electricity danced and crackled along Sam's fingers and her hair stood on end from the energy.
"Good morning, my dear," a rough voice said as sharp teeth nibbled at her ear. Sam grimaced and craned her neck to try to pull out of his reach.
"No such thing, Inky." She tried to relax, but the electric current the male was sending rippling through her skin was making her tense. Her muscles began to twitch slightly. "You can knock that off anytime now," Sam growled.
"And ruin my fun?" His grip around her waist loosened and his hands slid downward slowly.
"If I get in the bath with your electricity running through my skin, I'll be fried. Though I don't doubt you'd enjoy watching the spectacle, Inky, I don't think you want to be cleaning up the mess."
"Don't call me Inky."
"Why, Inky?"
"Stop."
"Not until you let me go, Ink--" Cutting her off, the male sent a painful beam of electricity into Sam's back and out through her mouth, where it branched like lightning and danced along the bathroom walls. When he ended the charge, Sam clenched her teeth and groaned, coughing loudly and holding her stomach. She muttered a multitude of curses between hacking breaths.
"What's my name, Sam?"
She held off on answering for as long as she dared. When she started seeing her fur stand on end again she quickly spit out an answer.
"Jikinini! Now let go of me and let me bathe before the water cools."
"I can boil it for you."
"No need, thank-you. You've been enough help already."
The maledikt let her go and she looked over her shoulder at him as he backed up to give her some space and leaned against the doorframe. Jin was a fairly tall maledikt male, with black-as-night fur and white tribal tattoos over half of his torso, up one arm, and along half of his neck and cheek. He had large black draconic wings which were tightly kept folded up behind him, and he wore naught but off-white briefs and a bear claw necklace.
Sam noticed the wall switch next to him was still in the 'OFF' position despite the bright light which blazed from the light bulbs.
"Show off."
Jin continued to watch as Sam stepped into the bath and eased into it, carefully sitting and going about the tricky task of washing herself without getting her bandages too wet. For this reason she'd only filled the tub up to her waist. The danger wasn't so much that the bandages would get wet, but that water would get into her open chest cavity and cause a stink that she wouldn't easily be able to hide. It would not be good if Paradise's Governor smelled of rotting flesh.
When she was finished bathing Sam let out the bathwater using her foot to hit the lever which would open the drain. The water began gurgling down the dark pipe as Sam stood up and looked over at Jin.
"What are you looking at?" He didn't give her an answer, but Sam had come to expect this from him. They had been living together for some time now, and had been a couple for even longer. They'd met at the Mental Health and Wellness clinic in the city of Dismas, which was considerably smaller than Paradise. Dismas was located on the island's Northern coastline and was typically a den for all the wrong kind of people you don't want to get involved in. Sam had gone there willingly, but she was younger then and very na