Post by Daniel Grigori on Sept 14, 2011 14:52:30 GMT -5
...in which we conclude our story...
He tried so hard to stave it off...the need, the thirst. It disgusted him to the core of his being. Man was not cattle. However, cattle were not that appetizing either, if you got down to it. He hated the idea of having to go out and sink his teeth into someone every time he got...hungry.
It had been different with Narcissa...but, everything had been with her. She felt the same way he did and somehow that made everything easier.
But tonight, tonight was different. He had gone too long without a feed, gone too long without begrudgingly indulging that darkness. It was swallowing him whole. soon his mind was so far gone there was nothing left but a primal demonic thirst. He was an adept hunter his mind working swiftly. He knew where to wait, where to lurk so that no one would see him, no one would suspect.
He waited outside a moongate deep in the woods, watching it from the trees for hours. Soon enough, a woman dressed in black stepped out of the gate and began poking around looking for herbs. Immediately his mouth began to water.
Without thinking, he snarled and lunged for her, his fangs sliding past his lips, his mouth open and ready to bite on impact. She heard him and began to run, but he was too fast for her and was upon her, biting sucking drawing her into him in one fluid motion.
She screamed and uttered words, words he had heard before but his mind in its primal state didn't register them. Instantly he erupted into flame, engulfed so completely he had no time to react. He fell to the ground, shreiking as whatever lifeforce was left in him was charred away.
As his body turned to ash, she reached down and pulled the fangs from his skull as it disintegrated. The wind kicked up, scattering the ashes around her like a cyclone for a moment, like his one last attempt at taking her. She wafted it away from her like one swats a bee and bent over his posessions. Carefully she picked up the chain he wore around his neck, the gift from his father on his thirteenth birthday with his name enscribed on a small talisman.
As she walked off, leaving the charred remnants behind, the forest was as silent as a funeral procession.
He tried so hard to stave it off...the need, the thirst. It disgusted him to the core of his being. Man was not cattle. However, cattle were not that appetizing either, if you got down to it. He hated the idea of having to go out and sink his teeth into someone every time he got...hungry.
It had been different with Narcissa...but, everything had been with her. She felt the same way he did and somehow that made everything easier.
But tonight, tonight was different. He had gone too long without a feed, gone too long without begrudgingly indulging that darkness. It was swallowing him whole. soon his mind was so far gone there was nothing left but a primal demonic thirst. He was an adept hunter his mind working swiftly. He knew where to wait, where to lurk so that no one would see him, no one would suspect.
He waited outside a moongate deep in the woods, watching it from the trees for hours. Soon enough, a woman dressed in black stepped out of the gate and began poking around looking for herbs. Immediately his mouth began to water.
Without thinking, he snarled and lunged for her, his fangs sliding past his lips, his mouth open and ready to bite on impact. She heard him and began to run, but he was too fast for her and was upon her, biting sucking drawing her into him in one fluid motion.
She screamed and uttered words, words he had heard before but his mind in its primal state didn't register them. Instantly he erupted into flame, engulfed so completely he had no time to react. He fell to the ground, shreiking as whatever lifeforce was left in him was charred away.
As his body turned to ash, she reached down and pulled the fangs from his skull as it disintegrated. The wind kicked up, scattering the ashes around her like a cyclone for a moment, like his one last attempt at taking her. She wafted it away from her like one swats a bee and bent over his posessions. Carefully she picked up the chain he wore around his neck, the gift from his father on his thirteenth birthday with his name enscribed on a small talisman.
As she walked off, leaving the charred remnants behind, the forest was as silent as a funeral procession.