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Tara stopped scrubbing and smoothed over the floor with a soft rag, bringing the floor to shine. She moved around on her hands and knees before coming to a pair of feet. She followed the feet up the attached pair of legs and up to Jacobs’ face. “Hello.” She said, smiling. She moved to stand, putting her cleaning items away. “Is there something I can get for you?” She asked him.

 

“Come with me…” he said, taking her hand in his.  He led her to his room and closed the door behind them.

 

She followed without protest, wondering what he was up to. But then, she was glad for this opportunity. They hadn’t really spent any time alone in a few evenings.

 

Jacob cupped her face between his hands and pressed his lips to hers.  It was a deep, heated kiss; his tongue trailing her lips and her own slick muscle.

 

Tara was taken by surprise but soon melted into the kiss. She returned it with her own passion, her arms moving to encircle his shoulders and neck. She let out a pleased hum through the kiss, letting him know it was certainly to her liking.

 

He pressed her against the door, his hands busy with hiking her dress up past her hips.  Jacob was hot and virile; he could feel his blood boil.  He hooked his fingers around her panties and pulled them down, lifting her body to help her remove them completely.

 

Tara was lost in the passion. It had seemingly come out of nowhere. Her mind raced, not knowing whether to stop him or not. She didn’t want to, but she was nervous. But the excitement overrode the nervousness. She clung to him, waiting for him to take his next actions, preparing herself for whatever he may do.

 

The man placed her upon the bed and trailed his kisses along her neck and throat, sucking and nipping at her flesh.  He unzipped his trousers and reached between her thighs, to finger her tight cunt, coaxing her sweet honey to seep from the hive.

 

Tara became bold herself, unbuttoned his shirt, sliding her hands inside to trail over his flesh, loving the feel of him. His attention to her neck and throat made her feel hot all over, and beneath her dress and slip, she could feel her nipples harden, brushing against the fabric. He was moving so fast. But it felt so good. She could feel the wetness coming away on his fingers from between her thighs.

 

His lips soon found hers once again.  He felt his erection brush against her smooth inner thigh.  He was hard–incredibly so–and she was ready.  Jacob shifted above her as his hand guided his cock between her welcoming nether lips.  He broke the kiss to brush her delicate chin and jawline with his lips, as his free hand ran across her clothed breast.

 

“Tara,” he whispered, running his fingers through her hair.  Jacob clenched his jaw as he entered her.  She was tight, almost too tight.  He gave a few hard thrusts until he was in entirely.  It was a snug fit, but not unpleasant.  He kissed her neck, feeling himself throb within her.

 

Tara hissed in pain. She still clung to him, not wanting him to stop. When he was all the way in, he stretched and pulled at her insides, but her body conformed to him, making room for his size, wrapping around him snuggly as the pain gave way bit by bit to the lovely pleasure to be had. Tara rolled her head to the side, letting out a breath she was holding, a small sound of pleasure then leaving her. She gave a roll of her hips and found it pleasing.

 

Jacob instinctively brought his hips to meet hers.  He was unable to hold back.  He reached up to run his fingers through her hair, his lips sealing hers with a kiss as he proceeded to drive himself into her soft, warm depths.  His thrusts were hard, sharp, but steady and consistent.  He was a hungry animal, wanting more of what the young woman had to offer.

 

Tara returned his kiss, soft sounds of pleasure escaping her into his mouth with every thrust he made. She met her hips to his, meeting him in movement, grinding her little bud against him, her body excited and pleased with the sensation of his thick cock moving in and out of her and the pressure and grinding against her clit. Her hands moved across the flesh of his back, down to his waist, feeling the power of his thrusts. He was filling her with pleasurable sensations, and her body was acting accordingly.

 

He grunted a bit and angled his hips to hit that little spot inside.  That’s when he broke the kiss… His gaze was locked on her and the expression of pure bliss she had.  Jacob rolled their bodies over, where she was on top and his hands squeezing her hips and thighs.

 

When he rolled them over, Tara began to rise and fall on him, using her knees to lift her up and bring her crashing back down on him. She continued to grind herself against him, panting and make soft noises. She rested her hands on his chest, using him for balance and to help in her own thrusting. She leaned over him, kissing him, her lips trailing from his down to his jaw and neck, nibbling at his ear as her gentle breath played across his skin. She sat back up again, hands firmly planted against his chest, her lower lip bitten between her teeth as she pumped herself away on him, feeling that pleasurable tingle course through her.

 

Jacob gripped her ass, helping her move upon his dick.  He eventually moved and placed her below him once again, a thin sheen of sweat forming.

 

With every thrust he continued to make, it grew more intense, until finally, her body stiffened, her inner muscles clamping around his cock, seizing up all around him before releasing into massaging waves of pleasure and bliss. Tara cried out softly, panting in her ecstasy. She continued to move under Jacob, her body wanting to ride out the pleasure and to coax him to his own release.

 

He held himself above her, to watch her orgasm race through her petite form.  She was stunning.  Jacob drove himself into her quivering depths, making his own noises of pleasure; until he finally came, his throbbing cock spilling his thick seed into her willing body.  He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him yet again as he panted softly against the bed sheets.

 

Tara rested against him, her head on his shoulder, panting softly. She felt hot and sweaty, but oh so fulfilled. When she got her breathing under control, she moved her lips to his neck, kissing him softly, rolling her tongue across his lightly sweaty flesh, tasting the salt of him. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, and heaved a pleased sigh against him.

 

Jacob rested his hands on top of her legs.  He, too, was fulfilled.  After a while, he reached up to stroke her head, running his fingers through her blonde locks.

 

Tara smiled. She loved it when he did that. She moved to kiss him, softly and sweetly. She looked over at his bedside clock. “I should be getting back into the kitchen…I still have a dinner to cook for everyone…it’ll be a little late…” She murmured. “You should take a shower, refresh yourself…”

 

“Mm… I should,” he said, smiling against her skin.  He kissed her again before rolling out from under her.  He stretched his arms above his head and looked to Tara.  “I’ll see you in a bit…”  He leaned over to kiss her brow before standing to venture into the washroom.


Shortie Story pt2

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As promised, the second of my little character biographies, given by themselves.

Here we have Addison. It was titled Adrift.

 

Adrift:

Addison sat on the ground, her back resting against the building as she kicked her legs out in front of her, crossing her feet at the ankles. She took a flask from her jacket pocket and gave her companions of the evening a toast.

 

“Well, since I know all about you guys, I guess you all should know a little about me, huh?” She asked. She took another sip and settled herself into her spot in the dimly lit alley to tell her story. A small fire between them all kept the chill at bay.

 

“I had come into this world in 1685. I know, I know. Don’t look a day over 20, do I? Anyway, things were way different than they are now. No interwebs, tweeter or the googles. But, as they say, time brings on a lot of change. Advances.” She smiled, giving a nod and another sip of her flask. She offered it to her companions, but none took her up on her offer. They knew what she was drinking. Wasn’t their ‘style’ she supposed. She shrugged and readjusted the Katana strapped to her back.

 

She continued, glad, in a bit, that none wanted to share in her drink and they didn’t seem like the ‘judgey’ sort. “Yanno, we all have our hardships, and I’ve had enough for several lifetimes over. I started life as a plain old human, just like you guys, and then one night, one chance encounter changed all that.” She looked down at her hands for a moment, rubbing them on her jeans as if smoothing them.

 

“I became a vampire. Don’t laugh; I’m not kidding! Blood sucking, gore lovin’ vampire! I didn’t ever think they existed myself until I became one. I was so lost. No one taught me how to be a vampire. The one who bit me just left. Probably thought he killed me. Anyway…” She took a slight paused for breath and collecting her thoughts. Her thoughts were always muddled. Maybe it was all the drinking. Or maybe that’s just her. Her mind was muddled and broken.

 

“…Anyways…I loved it. I never dealt with the terrible transition of human to monster at all. It was as if I was born to it. And I never lamented taking lives so that I could continue to exist. Everyone was just little walking blood bags to me. Even children.” She flashed a smile, though tried to keep her face schooled in innocence. “My voodoo became more powerful, too. Granted, that got me in a spot of trouble with Baron Samedi, but that’s a story for another time. We’ll just stick with ‘I’m a damn fine Mambo’ for getting out of that one.” Addison said with a wink.

 

“I had come to have lovers that came and went. I never took it hard. Kind of hard to find someone when you’re looking at people wondering what their blood type is.” She snickered, pulling her long dark hair over her shoulder.

 

“I then stumbled over the Realm behind the veil. A world unto its own. So many species of light and dark, some living in harmony, some living in war. I had taken my time in choosing a home. I almost didn’t bother. I had spent 600 years in relative isolation, letting the wars of man entertain me. But then I found out that to get stronger, you needed people to help you along in your path.”

 

She let silence fall for just a few moments, sipping from her flask again as the memories danced behind her eyes. “In the Realm, I had a chance to join a collective. Mr. Brollachan opened his doors to me. Within the coven, I was taught how to bring my strength up higher, and for awhile I got stronger and stronger pretty quickly. I thrived on the challenges…but then… along the way, I had met this Slayer. He was so dreamy. There was an immediate, albeit forbidden connection.” She sparkle left her eyes in her storytelling. A solemnness came over her.

 

“I no longer wanted even the tiny bit of freedom I had left. I wanted to share myself with this man. I asked to leave the coven and permission was granted. Though, I went through even more trials. Events that further shaped me. My Slayer was at my side, though. With the help of an Arch Angel, I underwent a reversal of my vampirism. Terribly painful it was. I was cleansed and made whole again. Human, though immortal. A Slayer in my own right. Me and my Slayer entered into a Holy Union, committing to share our life and love with one another always. I guess I should also mention that the Arch Angel didn’t fix me right. I’m not entirely…human…I don’t think. And he is making me suffer, always. I know its hard to tell, what can I say? I’m a great actress.” Silence befell Addison once again. She looked to her listeners. She didn’t want to depress them utterly. It couldn’t be helped. It was a sad story.

 

She resumed. “And then my Slayer left to who knows where.” She flailed her arms a bit. “He left me all alone with no idea how to be human…how to be ‘normal’ again. I was so lost. Once again adrift in my isolation. It wasn’t even an isolation I was comfortable with because I didn’t know how to be what I am now, alone. That…and my heart was shattered. Never, in all my long years, have I suffered a broken heart. Its horrible and painful and …icky. He’s dead now, by the way. Don’t look at me, I didn’t kill him!” Addison said, a small pout coming to her lips as her brows furrowed.

 

“Rather than my complacent isolation, mine turned into rage. I let it boil inside. Always swallowing it back down when it bubbled up like bile in my throat.” She said, her tone seething, almost a hiss.

 

“I decided I didn’t need to be afloat on my own during that time. I reached out to a well-known Sanctuary leader, and he accepted my request to join his crew. I thought it would help me to be immersed with others again. To mingle not just with my new crewmates, but with others I happened upon within the Realm.” She said, her face blank of expression. Her words, too, felt a little flat on her tongue.

 

“I found myself afloat again. Drifting. Aimless and wondering. I started to embrace that solitude once again. I wasn’t working on myself. None of my goals were being reached. No one really interacted with me at all. I latched hold of another crewmate, a young Lycan woman, but she seems to dislike me a great deal. For me, that’s just sheer entertainment within itself. Oh, and there is an Angel I talk to sometimes. I wouldn’t call us friends though. I really think people just …tolerate me.” She chuckled, letting that sadness drift away, even if for a moment. She sipped her drink, her pale blue eyes scanning the faces of her companions.

 

That sadness seeped its way back in. “I sit now, alone on this island within a vastly populated world. My mind teeters on what to do next. Keep striving the fight the good fight? Be a good people person? Fight the good fight? Or let my isolation consume me once again…become a monster again. The vampiric life wasn’t a bad one. In all honesty, I miss it a lot. It had more freedoms, and the blood and the violence quelled something deeply broken and growling within me.” She silenced herself, looking around.

 

“Do you guys think I’m crazy? I think I am. I think I am …damaged goods. You know, I’m going to die alone. I pretty much guarantee it. Can you see the headlines… ‘Woman dies alone with 72 cats. Cats feast upon her corpse’. That’d be funny. Sad, but funny. I’d be one with all my cats, though, wouldn’t I?” She laughed out loud at her own humor, as dark and depressing as it may have been. She sobered then, for just a moment. “I’m just so alone. Nothing has meaning or purpose. I have no love, no friends. Well, you guys, but, come on…we aren’t that close…”

 

Addison looked to her drinking buddies and decided that they were either bored or just too drunk to care.

 

Or it may have had something to do with that fact that she had sliced all their throats an hour ago.

Hope you enjoyed!


A shortie story pt 1

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The following little character profile was from a short contest on one of my Role Play game sites. We were to have our characters talk about what made them who they are today…their childhood and the like. This first one is Genesis, a werewolf. We were allowed to tell their story in any format, from journal to interview with another personal, to video type diaries. I chose journal format for Genesis.

And away we go!

 

Genesis: All American Girl

Journal Entry 2/2017

 

2017 already. Hard to believe how time seems to fly in happy times, and drag in the dreadful. This is a brand new journal, by the way. I haven’t kept a journal in a few years now. Growing up I kept one religiously.

 

I was reading through some of them earlier, that’s what made me decide to pick it back up again. I don’t want memories to be lost, even the uglier side of life.

 

When looking through my really old journals, I found one that brought back all kinds of depressing memories. Most entries were about my mother. She was a slut. Okay, well, more like a wh0re, because those guys she brought home paid her in some fashion or another. I usually just locked my door and shoved pillows over my head. I have to add that I added locks to my bedroom doors in all the scummy trailers we rented when we moved here, or were kicked out of there. Those men my mom brought home…they leered at me. Perverts. All of them.

 

I kept myself distracted, and away from home, as much as I could. I ran track in secondary school and high school. I was honor roll, which meant I stayed in the library a lot, studying.

 

Sometimes when I would come home, my mother would be waiting. She’d call me names, accuse me of things, tell me how she should have aborted me when she had the chance. I should point out here, that the reason she DIDN’T abort me, is that my father was some kind of royalty in the Lycan community. My mother is pure Lycan as well. She must have figured giving this man a full blood heir, even though I’m a girl, well, she must have thought he would support her, or me. Instead, he told her to kill me, that I was a bastard pup, and never contact him again.

 

All American family, right?

 

I isolated myself a lot growing up. We moved so often, I never felt any point in making friends. I stuck to my studies. In my senior year of high school a Marine Corp recruiter contacted me. I signed right up. The day after graduation, with honors btw, I was out of there. I left my mom a couple hundred dollars that I’d saved up with a note that I was leaving, and never look for me. I was as dead to her as she was to me.

 

I thrived in the Marine Corp. Maybe I had an unfair advantage, being a Lycan and all, but still. I loved it. And they had found their perfect marksman. Problem was, females couldn’t really be on over-watch. I served two tours in Afghanistan, and then came back to the states. I served on the Marksmanship Team and got all kinds of awards.

 

By the time I made E-5 serving as an MP, people were taking notice that I wasn’t really aging. It was odd to me, because my mother looked way older than she was. I guess I should just attribute that to the lifestyle of booze and drugs she led, whereas I was all about discipline, wellness, taking care of myself.

 

I had a group of good friends when I was in the military. I still keep in touch with some. Some even know my secret (that I’m not…human). A group of us will meet up somewhere and have a few drinks, remember the days and nights in the desert, the thrill of live fire and explosions. However, not so many of us remember those as ‘good times’. A lot of people come back broken from war zones.

 

Again, I thrived in it.

 

Anyway, after I left the military, I traveled around. I guess I’m kind of a penny pincher, because I have plenty of money. I was bored though. I tried to think of what I could do as a career. That’s when, by chance, someone from the old military days, asked me if I could take someone out. As in, kill them. They offered me money (okay, A LOT of money), said they didn’t care how I did it, just get it done by a certain day and time and the money would be wired to me.

 

My first contract kill.

 

I took the target out from 5 buildings away. He was sitting at his desk having and drink, I pulled my little trigger and poof…red mist. The guy wobbled in his chair a little before falling face first into the desk. From my angle, well, he had no back of the head left. It gave me the warm fuzzies.

 

So…I started to take more clients like this. I set up overseas accounts for payments and got my name dropped here and there in all the right circles. Mercenaries get a bad wrap, but we do take out some pretty nasty people. And its not all just getting a name and killing people. Sometimes you have to hunt information, do a little tracking, grease the palms of other people. I had to get tech savvy in a hurry and start knowing and getting in good with all the right people.

 

I started to realize one night that while I was using my enhanced senses to pinpoint targets and the like, I wasn’t really working on those aspects of myself. The wolf in me needed more.

 

I was floundering in mediocrity. I couldn’t have that. The wolf must be satisfied.

 

I joined a crew at the urging of a friend and, well, at first things were fine and dandy, but they went downhill fast. Leadership and I didn’t agree, and me being me, blatantly said what was on my mind. I ended up leaving the crew.

 

I needed a pack, so to speak, to help me grow. So I didn’t waste any time in finding exactly what I needed. Azhi. Home. I have never regretted joining this crew.

 

I have friends, we talk. The loveliest part of it all, is I can still indulge in the hunt and make money, money, money. Yes, I’m a greedy cow.

 

Now, I love my home with all my heart. Only one bad occurrence ever happened here, and thats when I tried to kid myself into thinking I could have a love life. I met someone, he joined the crew and we got married. Probably the shortest marriage of all time. No…I’ve actually seen shorter.

 

One day, out of the blue, he packed all my stuff from our boat and placed it on the dock and handed me divorce papers. I was shocked to say the least. I didn’t know how to react. Was he expecting a big display of emotion? He didn’t get it. That’s not my style. I picked up my stuff, tucked the papers into my back pocket and walked away. He left. End of story. He’s still in the Azhi roster, but he’s been gone for years now.

 

I keep my heart closely guarded now. I have a crush on someone, but, well, that’s a pipe-dream I think.

 

The crew is growing and expanding and its exciting. Mind you, we all stick to ourselves, but, I bet at any given moment if I called someone for help, they would be there in a heartbeat, and I would do the same in return.

 

I can live in isolation, and I can integrate into a team just fine. I love both. It truly is the best of both worlds. It sates my desire for privacy, which I hold high, and it also gives me people to chill with, help, laugh with…its nice.

 

I’m a little rough around the edges. I’ve always been a tom-boy. I sometimes speak before thinking, or, rather, speak very bluntly. But hey, I give honesty, that’s got to count for something, right?

 

So, I’ve come a long way from those days of keeping my face planted in a book to avoid people, to having a home and friends. I’ve achieved a lot, too. Not so much in social skills, I still lack those, but my training is picking up again, I feel better about myself, and I know I can call people up from time to time for sh!ts and giggles.

 

Life is good.

 

Hope you enjoyed that! I will be posting up Addisons little bit in a day or two.

 

And for the record, Addisons won 2nd place and Genesis won 3rd. ^.~

 


Nov 2016 Day 27 (Special)

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Working on my NaNo word count this morning, but wanted to get this post up because I am super excited about it. I wrote this piece yesterday before reposting part one of it. I wrote it in about 10 minutes. Yes, when the inspiration strikes, you don’t question it – you just do it. You get those words out and on to the page and watch it all form into something you feel is wonderful.

 

I hope those of you who have taken a liking to part one of this story enjoy this second part.

 

Please read and feel free to comment! I included the link to the original post just for those who haven’t read part one.

 

Enjoy!!

 

https://niume.com/pages/post/?postID=141636  (original One of Three post)

 

Two of Three

 

It had been a few years since he killed the puppy. It was fascinating to him. Over the weeks since he had buried it, he had gone back, dug it up with his mother’s good spoon, and examined the remains. Repeatedly. Bugs started eating the animal. Then the fur and skin started falling off. It was really stinky and gross to handle.

 

Again, that had been a few years ago. He had killed more animals since. Lately, it just wasn’t as fun or as fascinating as it had been.

 

In that time, he had developed night terrors. He started wetting the bed. His ‘friends’ made fun of him. Really, they weren’t his friends. He hated them all, but their mums made them all play together. He always snuck off to do his own thing anyway.

 

This week was vacation week. The holidays. Autumn had things crisp and cool. It also had the little lizards and frogs starting to seek shelter from the cold.

 

Sometimes though, during the day, you could catch them sunning themselves on the smooth rocks to keep their body heat up. It was the prime time to catch them up. He killed some of them, of course. Digging around in their insides. He started saving some, too, however. They had a neat feel to them. Slick and smooth. They looked slimy, but they really weren’t.

 

This evening there was to be a bonfire and his spirits were flying high. He loved playing with fire. He’d set a few small ones. Nothing major, except for a small old tree house in the woods. It was exciting, but it seemed to be lacking something.

 

So now all his family were milling around this lovely big bonfire. They were all drinking their grown up drinks, hardly paying attention to anything but one another and their stupid conversations.

 

His little sister was roasting marshmallows in the fire on a long stick mum had found for her.

 

He watched intently. He watched curiously.

 

What would happen if he held her hand in the fire? Would the skin melt off like dripping wax? Or would it get all crunchy like the marshmallows when you leave them in too long and they catch fire a little bit?

 

He really wanted to know.

 

But…this was his little sister. He’d get the spanking of a lifetime if he did something bad.

 

A smiled settled on his cherubic face. Pulling from his flannel jacket pocket, he produced a small jar. It had a few lizards and frogs in it.

 

He wanted to try different things.

 

He had to be careful though. He couldn’t let anyone see.

 

Moving to the other side of the bonfire, where no one was sitting, he pulled a frog from the jar and tossed it in the edge of the fire. It immediately caught fire and shriveled all up, turning black. It then just looked like a weird rock.

 

He pulled a lizard out next. He tried to put it on a smooth stone at the fires edge, but the fire was too hot. It was weird. The tail and legs of the little lizard caught fire first, and it squiggled and squirmed around before the rest of it was consumed in the flames.

 

He smiled, the light of the fire glimmering in his eyes.

 

He inched a little closer to the fire and used a stick to scoot the little jar of remaining frogs and lizards onto the flat stone at the edge he had aimed for with the lizard.

 

The little reptiles went into a frenzy, then one by one… they popped! It was beautifully disgusting!

 

He laughed to himself, thoroughly entertained.

 

It was a short-lived bit of fun though, when his mum came looking for him. It was time to go in. He didn’t want to. He wanted to play with the fire more. He wanted to put more things in. He didn’t want to go to bed, either. However, maybe he wouldn’t have any accidents tonight with all the lovely images in his head of the reptiles and the fire dancing behind his eyes.

 

Tomorrow he would go back and retrieve the jar and its contents for his inspection. He would see what the pretty fire would do to other things, too, after stealing the big box of long matches off the picnic table.


Nov 2016 Day 26 (Special)

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So, not too long ago a had written a bunch of short stories and posted them on the Niume website. This story in particular seemed to be a hit with readers. I thought I would bring it here to the blog and share, let you all see what you think. Tomorrow, we will revisit this young lad…

 

One of Three

(original post: https://niume.com/pages/post/?postID=141636 )

 

He dug into the hard ground with a spoon near a tall tree. He made sure this tree was recognizable to him from all the others in the forest behind his home. He had his reasons.

The biggest being was in case he wanted to come back and remember. Remember the feeling. What if he never did it again? He had to preserve the memory somehow.

He lifted the small puppy up and lay it in the shallow hole he had dug with the spoon. His mother would kill him if she knew he had taken her good serving spoon. She thought she had lost it weeks ago, however. No blame was ever cast on him.

He looked down at the sad little puppy. A sound suddenly spooked him from behind. He looked around, paranoia setting in. Hurriedly he scooped the dirt over the puppy. He placed a few sticks and leaves over the small mound, shoving the spoon deep into the now soften dirt as sort of a marker.

Standing, he wiped the dirt and blood off his hands the best he could with the towel he had used to hide the puppy he had killed.

As he walked home, he tossed it into a nearby stream.

Walking into his home, his mum met him at the door. He smiled sweetly.

‘All things truly wicked start from an innocence…’

~~authors note: I titled this ‘One of three’ as killing small animals as a child or juvenile, is one of the three little quirks most all serial killers share. The others are bedwetting, pyromania, infatuation with ‘dark things’, abuse- be it physical or sexual, or abusing those weaker than themselves, stealing, etc…There are three key items on a list that Profilers look for when building their profiles on killers.~~

 


Story: Who's the Monster

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Addison was no stranger to the reference of ‘monster.’ She was a vampire, what more could people call her? She lurked in the night, savoring the blood of passing strangers, leaving the carcasses to rot in back alleys. It didn’t matter their age, gender, ethnicity. She did try to take out those who held evil in their hearts, however. Sort of her style of being a superhero, in her warped little brain. She would then take her time in looting their pockets of valuables and cash as well.

 

She wasn’t a nice little creature of the night. Yet, to look at her, you would swear she was the picture of near innocence, with her long black hair, somewhat tanned skin, and adorable smile. Her behavior was often …odd. Quirky, if you will.

 

The little Southern Bell of a vampire also prided herself on her knowledge and accomplishment as a voodoo practitioner.

 

Until a week ago, that is.

 

She had finally come across a voodoo curse she couldn’t counter.

 

The situation that evolved was not intended. Addison had simply wanted to go shopping, and the Mambo of the secret little shop in New Orleans took offense to her vampiric nature and knowledge of the arts that should have been forbidden. The Mambo felt that whether in life-or-death, the likes of Addison had no business knowing the ancient arts.

 

The result of her work? Addison was more monster now than ever. She couldn’t show herself in public, even at night. She no longer passed as human. She could barely speak with how her flesh hung from her jaw and her throat seemed open to the elements.

 

The beauty she once had was gone.

 

She looked long and hard at herself in the mirror in the abandoned gas station restroom. She attempted to make an appalled face, though nothing but a mere twitch of old skin came forth.

 

The Voodoo Priestess she had tangled with had developed a powder of some sort, blowing it into Addison’s face. The powder then reverted Addison to what she would have looked like had she never been turned by that vampire so long ago before New Orleans was even a city. A simple dead girl, one that had been in the ground for a few years. She looked like a dried up husk. A scarecrow of stretched and weathered flesh. Her hair had fallen out here and there; one eye had sunken in and what hair she was left on top of her head had turned gray and white.

 

Her body had gone from athletic and lithe, to nothing more than gray dried skin and bones. It was hard to move around. Every movement she did make was almost agony, and that set her to vocalize that feeling with small moans and groans. Was she a zombie now? She wasn’t craving any brains.

 

She desperately needed to either make this Mambo reverse the powders effects, or find a way to correct things herself.

 

There was one upside to it all. Thus far, Addison had felt no hunger. No need for fresh blood… or brains.

 

There was also a downside. Insects and rodents started to look tastier and tastier. Addison refused to give in to those cravings. It was a bit of a struggle at times. Given any other time, Addison was terrified of insects.

 

She hated to admit it, but for any progress to be made to restore herself, she was going to have to ask someone for help. She pulled her cellphone into her leathery, boney fingers and scrolled through her contacts. This was made difficult, as the screen did not want to accept her near fleshless, bone fingers. At least she still held some body heat or electrical impulses from her brain through her body enough to make the screen even work.

 

As she scrolled through her contacts, she frowned. She could find no one. Well, there was one exception. He was a demon, and Addison did not like him. She had done him a favorite once, and he owed her one in returned.

 

She dialed his number, trying to speak when he answered. Dirt or something fell from her mouth, and she choked. With a damaged windpipe and useless vocal chords, this just wasn’t going to work.

 

She hung up and started texting him as fast as she could. She abbreviated what she could, misspelled things and auto-correct would be the death of her.  She managed to give him her location, pleading for him to bring her some select spices, powders, herbs, roots and petals. And a bats heart. Yes, that was exactly what she needed. Even better if said bat had rabies.

 

With that done, she sat down on the closed lid of the filthy toilet. She didn’t know what smelled worse – her, or this old run down rest room. The bugs skittering here and there sure did look enticing.

 

After about an hour’s wait, a young man had entered the restroom, slowly and cautiously. Addison peeked out to see the devilishly handsome human appearance of the demon.

 

She opened the door to the stall and stepped out slowly.

 

“Addi?” The man’s deep, smooth voice questioned.

 

She backed herself into the shadows more.

 

His piercing blue eyes sparkled as he lifted an arm, his olive skin glowing into a small ball of flame in his palm, illuminating them both.

 

Addison shrunk away from the light. The demon, however, stared at her. The light of his flame danced off his black hair and plain black hoodie and jeans, until he let the façade fall away. With a slight gasping noise, the once 6-foot male with olive skin and dreamy blue eyes was suddenly a 7-foot obsidian-colored demon with those same icy eyes. A jagged tail whipped behind him and his once normal looking hands were replaced with long talons. His black hair was still there, though a crown of bone protruded from the hairline. His mouth didn’t set right with his facial features either. It now seemed larger, especially when he opened his mouth, all rows of fangs, much like a shark. Derek was his human name. Valkor now stood before her.

 

“Addi? Is… is that you? What trouble have you gotten yourself into? Would be more merciful to allow me to kill you…” He said, his voice rough and gravelly.

 

Addison tried to speak. Tried, but couldn’t, so she started typing on her phone again, showing him the screen, trying to explain the situation.

 

Valkor laughed heartily at Addison’s folly. He also resumed his human façade. ‘Derek’ was much easier on the eyes, for sure.

 

As Addison typed here and there and showed him the screen, he started showing her what he had brought to her. All the ingredients she had asked for, neatly packed into Wal-Mart bags.

 

Addison moved to look down at the materials. Giving a nod, she slowly sat herself down on the floor and set them next to a large bowl she had taken. Derek stood behind her, looking down over her to watch her, and watch over her. She was in a vulnerable state. While there was no love lost between the two, Addison did make for a good ally.

 

Mixing a pinch of this and handful of that, Addison ground the dry ingredients in the bowl before adding the liquids. She had asked for blossoms and petals in hopes the mixture would smell nicer, though sadly nothing covered the stench of alligator dung. The bat’s heart, which did indeed have rabies, made the concoction a disgusting color.

 

Derek waved a hand before his face and made a noise of disgust. “Whew, that’s rank. Let me guess… you have to put that on yourself?” He asked.

 

Addison heaved a sigh of sorts and nodded, dipping both hands into the bowl and stirring it all up while quietly chanting something that was made unintelligible by her damaged face and throat. She then scooped up the muck and spread it all over her face and arms, moving to stand and lurch her way to the restrooms single stall once again. She had to put it all over her body, and even though she currently looked like a cordwood scarecrow, she had her modesty.

 

She put the foul mixture all over her body and waited. As it dried, she could hear Derek waiting patiently, playing a game on his cell phone. It always amused her. Vampires and demons, werewolves too, having changed with the times and played on silly gadgets to kill their unending time and boredom.

 

When the layer of her ‘treatment’ had dried, she moved, bending her joints, letting the dried husk to fall away to the floor in chunks. She dusted herself off, knowing what needed to be done next and dreading every second of it. She took the lid off the toilet cistern and scooped the water out with her hands, clearing away the dusty debris from her body.

 

With what was supposed to be a frown, Addison looked at her arms and hands. “Oh no…” she uttered.

 

Derek perked to her voice. “Not go as planned? Come out, let me look.” He said, lighting the restroom again with his demonic flames.

 

Addison redressed and came out of the stall, shoulders slumped. “Thupid thpell didn’t work right. I need to thee the Mambo for her to fixth thith.”

 

Derek laughed, not just at Addison’s new lisp, but at her appearance. “At least you look a little more… how should I put this… gooey? Squishy?” He chuckled, pressing a finger into the still grayed flesh of her arm, noting that it was no longer a dried scarecrow feel. She had ‘plumped’ a little.

 

The wounds were still there, however, giving cause for her voice to be off and lispy.

 

Addison glared daggers at her demon cohort. “Did you bring the needle and thread? I have to fixth theethe woundths.”

 

Derek then beamed a radiant grin. Addison would not be happy with what he brought, but it was all he could find. “I brought you something to do some stitch work.” He pulled from one of the bags in the corner a skein of blue yarn and a chef’s needle.

 

Addison looked at him, one eye still a little sunken into her head. “You have to be kidding me. I thaid needle and thread. What am I thuppothed to do with that?”

 

Still chuckling, Derek replied. “You will mend all those rips and tears in your flesh, and you can wear my hoodie to walk out of here. Besides, you didn’t say you needed a hospital grade stitching kit.”

 

Addison snatched the yarn and needle from him, moving to the mirror. She stitched up her face, neck, a line on her forehead; various little tears and holes in her flesh. She looked ridiculous when she was finished.

 

“This is so stupid looking.” She huffed out, smacking Derek in the arm.

 

There was a little snap and her eyes widened as she watched in horror as her hand and most of her forearm fell to the floor. Addison squawked “AH!”

 

“HA! Why Addison, you’re just going to pieces over me. Not so tough right now, are you?” Derek barked out in laughter, retrieving her broken limb. He grabbed up the yarn and needle and went to work sewing it back onto Addison’s arm.

 

She was taken by surprise when she tried to wiggle her fingers, and they responded. “Great. I went from a disgusting dried up scarecrow corpse to a living voodoo doll.” She grumbled out. “And I look absolutely hideous.”

 

“I won’t argue with you there. You still smell like a fresh crap, too.” Derek said, smiling at her. “At least that lisp is gone. So what is it that went wrong? I thought you were a pro at this stuff.”

 

Addison crossed her arms and paced for a minute. “No one is ever truly a ‘pro.’ There is always something new to learn.” She paused in thought for a moment before speaking again. “We’re going to go to that Mambo and try to appease her someway.”

 

Derek gave a curt nod. “I’ll back you up however you may need.” He said, lifting his white hoodie off and tossing it to Addison. “Here, slip that on. And, when this is all done, we’re burning it.” He chuckled.

 

Addison slid the hoodie on, sinking into it as it was three times too big for her. She looked like a child playing dress up, and everywhere she touch it, her hands and fingers left dark smears. “Gross.” She pouted. “I guess we should get going. Obviously, it’s not far. I couldn’t have made it any further away than this in the condition she had put me in.”

 

Derek gave a simple nod and went to exit the old gas station restroom. He didn’t notice Addison deftly pick up the rest of the skein of blue yarn and slip it into the pocket of the hoodie. She pulled the hood over her head and joined Derek, walking towards the voodoo shop she had visited.

 

The shop would be closed at this hour, but this was New Orleans, most people lived above their shops, and had courtyards for gatherings. It was a full moon, so there would no doubt be a gathering for ritual work.

 

They passed other pedestrians along the way, some looking oddly at Addison, others outright covering their noses at her stench. “Geez, lady, ever heard of a shower?” Someone had rudely said. Addison made a mental note of them so at a later date she could find them and kill them.

 

They arrived at the shop, knocking on the door. The guard looked out. “What do you want? Haven’t learned your lesson yet?” He scowled.

 

“Please, let me speak to your Mambo… I have an offering for her…” Addison said in a polite tone.

 

She turned to Derek and slipped the yarn from the hoodie pocket, quickly binding his wrists with it. “Just humor me…” She said softly to him. He simply shrugged.

 

The guard returned and opened the shop door and gate before leading them through the back of the shop to the courtyard. A bonfire raged in the middle of a circle, and the Mambo sat in her High Priestess chair as others danced about, paying homage to the voodoo deities.

 

“What do you want?” The Mambo said, leaning forward in her chair.

 

Addison removed the hood from her head, showing the attempted transformation. This made the Mambo laugh. “Please… fix me. You are more knowledgeable than me… I concede to your greatness and offer you a gift.” She said, moving to shove Derek towards the Mambo.

 

“He’s a demon. A true hell-born demon. Don’t worry, I’ve enchanted his bindings, he can do no harm.” Addison added, giving a bow.

 

Derek turned to face her, struggling in the yarn around his wrists. “Addison… you double-crossing wench!” She had indeed enchanted the yarn. He couldn’t transform into his true self or use his mighty powers.

 

The Mambo stood, inspecting Derek. “A true demon. An impressive catch for a little abomination such as yourself, eh, Addison?” The Mambo asked as she circled Derek. “Take him away, all of you, just to be safe…” She waved a hand to her five bodyguards.

 

The Mambo then approached Addison, making a sour face at the little vampire, turned rotted corpse, turned living doll. “Look at you. You look just like one of my dolls. For the demon, however, I suppose I could remove the hex. You have to give your word you will stop practicing voodoo in my district. I don’t want to see you in my territory at all. Deal?”

 

Addison looked up at her with her dead eyes. She tried to offer a smile through the yarn stitching of her face. Her eyes then moved to watch as the five bodyguards were escorting Derek away. He was cursing her, the bodyguards, the Mambo… but he kept coming back to Addison. Wow… was he mad. Oh, well.

 

The Mambo moved around Addison, moving to the outside tables gathering things, as well as collecting powders and other items and bringing them to the bonfire. She scooped some of the outside ash into a small jar and filled it with the other items she had collected. She then carefully held the jars bottom into some of the fires flames, watching the contents shrivel into a fine dust.

 

The Mambo pulled the jar to her and let the contents cool before opening the jar and walking around Addison in a circle, sweeping the fine dust all over her as she chanted. She stopped, looking at Addison. “Now, walk through the bonfire. You come out the other side; you’ll be back to your original state. A disgusting vampire.” She sneered.

 

Addison offered a nod, trying to remain humble looking. She did as told, walking through the flames of the bonfire. She had her doubts. She expected just to go up in flames. She didn’t, though. She shimmered rather, the dust catching into little sparks around her, her body transforming.

 

She stepped out of the flame, hole and back to herself. Even the various yarn stitching’s were gone.

 

From the other side of the bonfire, the Mambo look at her with a sneer. Addison smiled back, but it was deceptively wicked.

 

Addison raised a hand high and snapped her fingers. “DEREK, NOW!”

 

At the snap of her slender digits, the enchantment on Derek’s bindings fell away. He wasted no time in transforming into his rightful flesh and devouring the bodyguards in flame. He then stomped his way to Addison.

 

“You could have told me your plan to begin with.” He snarled at her, all sharp teeth and monstrous visage.

 

She shrugged, watching as the Mambo’s face was overcome with horror.

 

“It’s my turn now.” Addison said, moving to circle the bonfire. The Mambo tried to run, but Addison had left enough enchanted yarn where she had stood before to trip up the Mambo. The hefty woman fell in a heap.

 

Addison approached the plump black woman, moving to kneel at her side. “You know, what you did wasn’t really gracious. I mean, I know I’m not very nice, but I’m supposed to be a monster of sorts. You’re a human, and in my book, that makes you the worst kind of monster there is. You rejected my presence, cast a hex on me… for nothing more than my white skin being in a voodoo shop. Oh, and being a vampire. You do realize that humans kill more humans every year than all us ‘monsters’ combined?” She questioned to the woman.

 

She leaned into the woman’s neck. The Mambo struggle, praying and pleading. “I don’t want to die… please…”

 

Addison shook her head. “You won’t die. Not until I want you to.” With that said, she bit into the woman’s neck with her perfect little white fangs, drinking the woman’s blood. Not much, just enough to sate her hunger.

 

Derek watched all, curious as to what Addison was playing at.

 

Addison moved on the other woman, sitting on her chest and drawing a voodoo sigil around the woman’s head. She then reached for the discarded jar and set it on the woman’s forehead. She waved and weaved her hands in intricate designs in the air over the Mambos head, a white light shimmering around them before she finally got off the woman and let her skitter away.

 

“What did you do to me?” The Mambo asked, a hand clutching her wounded neck. “I feel… different. Please, what did you do?”

 

Addison grinned and tapped the jar, which she was now placing a cap on top. The jar held within it a small crystal that flickered with light from time to time, like a firefly.

 

“I’ve taken your soul. You won’t die until I want you to die. Do you realize what that means right? It means you have to take care of yourself now. I hope you learn to stop being a racist. If you’re going to be a hater, hate indiscriminately.” Addison chuckled. “Now, eat right, exercise and don’t let anything happen to that body because it won’t heal. I’ll be seeing you…” Addison winked, tucking the jar into the hoodie pocket and giving a waggle of her fingers before moving to Derek.

 

“Come on, big guy. I’m sorry for the deception earlier, but I wanted to be convincing.” She said to the demon, who was now moving to take his human form.

 

“It’s alright Addi. At least I am out of your debt. You know, we could make a good partnership.” He said, patting her shoulder as they walked out of the place and back out down the sidewalk.

 

Addison huffed. “Don’t push your luck.” She said though she did smile. “Thank you, for your help. I should head home.”

 

Derek gave a vigorous nod. “Yes, please do. Man, do you stink. Like, REALLY stink!”

 

Addison turned to him and glowered, but then moved to him, taking the man into a deep hug, leaving some of her stink all over him as he protested.

 

She then turned and scampered away into the night, snickering the whole time.

 


Contests Gallore

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So, recently I have been entering all kinds of Halloween/Horror genre story contests.

 

One in particular I worked for DAYS and NIGHTS on. I am kind of iffy about it. I liked it the first dozen times I read it.

 

Well, the reckoning time has come. I submitted it.

 

If you would, please follow the link and give it a read, and a vote?

 

Who’s the Monster? by Zoe Ambler http://upliterate.com/permalink/story/466/

 

I’d really appreciate the support. There are some AWESOME stories already submitted by others, so I am not holding my breath too much. One can hope, though, cant she?

 

Thank you my lovelies.

 

And for those who dont want to go and check it out, I’ll post the story here on the blog around Halloween!

 

~squishes my darlings~


RP pt 6 A walk amongst the Dead Finale

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Genesis:

As the platform gave way, sending Genesis tumbling downward with a mass of steel and debris, she curl up into a ball. She had to fight instinct as well. Fight or flight tendencies raced. For a Lycan, the fight came to the surface quicker than anything. To use sheer brute force. Genesis had to fight this. She couldn’t engage the zombies. Her mind, when in her Crinos form, was partially dominated by the wolf. The longing of biting and tearing would be too great, and using a weapon was nearly unheard of.

So she fell in a heap of dust to the warehouse floor. Surely the clamor had not gone unnoticed by the zombie puss-bags. She quickly did an inventory of herself. Nothing broken, but she could feel the scrapes and cuts and bruises. She looked around herself and nearly barked out in laughter. Beneath her was a good majority of the platform, and beneath that was a good chunk of the zombies that had wanted to make her their meal. They were smashed and broken, but their mouths and dead eyes still trained on her.

She rolled away to a clearer spot, finding another piece of steel like the last. She jabbed zombies in the head with each step she took. Trying to stay in the debris field as long as she could until Addison could get more of the fully functional zombies out of the way.

The platform collapse had done a fair bit of damage to the horde. That sparked Genesis’ mind into action and working out a plan. The platform was broken in half, splintered, but there was still a good chunk of it that just may be the answer the two crewmates needed. It would require her to shift, leaving her a little vulnerable, and Addison would have to cover her.

She looked at the distance between where she was and the small window high up on the opposing wall. In her Crinos form, it would be a short walk with long steps.

“Addison…I need you to cover me…I know how we’re getting out of here…” She called to her more than a little unhinged crewmate.

Genesis shifted. Her last thought was of the fact that she would be naked when this endeavor was done, with no money, and no clue to where they were even at. She continued on with the painful looking process of bones and tendons snapping, muscles reform, things elongating. Her human appearance ripped away in bloody chunks of flesh. The great Crinos shook the visceral fluids left coating her fur away. Her eyes, with their golden sheen, turned to the platform piece. She lifted it, swinging it in the air a bit to dislodge some of the zombies that had gotten stuck in it, decapitating most of them. She watched where heads rolled, as a zombie with no head wasn’t dead. Teeth still snapped.

Genesis then started crossing the length of the warehouse, dragging the piece of platform with her. Addison was close, dancing with the zombies with sheer utter joy, it would appear. Genesis growled at her.

To her right, more zombies appeared. Just a few. The Crinos stage Lycan heft the piece of platform up and swung it at the zombies, effectively knocking them back or decapitating them. Her swing came a little close to Addison, and the little woman gave her a sour look. This sort of amused Genesis. Even in her shifted state, seeing the look of annoyance on the other woman’s face was something to give a chuckle to.

When she arrived under the window, she placed the platform against the wall at an angle. They would be able to scale the platform piece to the window. There would be a small jump, and they would have to be careful, from the platform edge to the window itself. Genesis, in her Crinos shift, wouldn’t fit through the window, so she would have to change back to her human form. Not to mention, the platform probably wouldn’t hold her shifted weight.

Her golden tinted eyes turned to look behind herself. She roared at Addison to gain the woman’s attention before pausing to shift back to her human form. The process, in reverse, looked no less painful, but Genesis felt nothing as she clawed her way out of the massive fur husk of her Crinos form.

She scrambled up the platform and kicked out the window. “Addison…hurry up!” She growled out, waiting for the other woman.

 

Addison:

Addison was actually having the time of her life. Killing…or re-killing there dead things was a hoot in her book. She got to use her sword to its full effect. A beautiful dance with the dead things. And she could sing, too. Apparently the dead things didn’t like it much as they moaned and hissed at her. They didn’t seem to want to eat her though. They still focused on Genesis.

Her eyes scanned the area the platform had crumpled down into. She could see Genesis getting up, appearing to be fine, other than that perpetual pissed off look she carried with her everywhere.

She snapped out an order to Addison. An order? Since when did the pup give orders? Addison was the older of the two…by like 625 years. She scoffed, but listened. She went along with taking out the dead things, leaving Genesis to do whatever she was planning to do.

It took her by surprise a little to see Genesis shift into her big fur-ball state. She was massively huge, all teeth and claws and muscle. Her fur looked irresistible though. So soft. Addison always had a desire to pet the massive beast like it were a mere puppy.

It finally snapped into her head just what Genesis-beast was doing as she dragged the broken platform across the dirt, grime and dead things splattered floor. She was going to make them a ladder of sorts, to finally get out of this hell hole.

So Addison went to work on covering the Lycan the best she could. The horde was thinning, the collapse of the platform had helped a lot in that area. She went about with her dancing with the dead, sword hissing through the air, singing its own merry song. Addison couldn’t keep the smile from her face.

The large Lycan had resorted to swinging the piece of platform she was dragging at some of the dead thing. Said swing came dangerously close to Addison’s head. She pursed her lips, brows knitted, giving Genesis a ‘look’. An ‘I’m not very happy with that’ look. The dead things were still coming, here and there, so Addison brushed it off and got back to work. She’d do something in return to wolf-girl when this was all over. A chicken nailed to the younger woman’s door seemed like an awesome thing to do.

Addison made her way to the makeshift ladder as Genesis called for her. On her way she passed something that caught her eye. She grinned. Genesis would not like it, but, it was necessary, seeing as the Lycan was now walking around in her birthday suit.

Addison grabbed up the item and gave it a good shake. It was an old set of grey workmen’s coveralls. Filthy. A little damp. Probably 3 sizes too big for the wolf-girl, but at least her ass would be covered.

She scrambled up the make-shift ladder, coming to slide down the wall outside the window to stand before the naked wolf girl. She beamed. “I found these for you…put them on for cryin’ out loud.” She said, thrusting the dirty coveralls at the younger woman.

She looked around, noting that was exactly what Genesis was doing. The sun was just coming up over the horizon. They were in a warehouse district somewhere. A trucking container and semi were parked up against the warehouse they had just escaped.

Addison looked to Genesis. “Well, we made it. Let’s find out where we are…and promptly get the fvck out of here.”

Genesis was slipping the coveralls on, simply giving Addison a nod. Once dressed, the two headed off to find out where they were and call someone from the crew to get them the hell out of there.

The mystery of who abducted them and pitted them into waves of zombies would have to come later…and vengeance would most certainly be a bitch.

I hope you all have enjoyed the story. I left a lot of holes and unanswered questions along the way to give us all fuel for the next part to come soon!


RP pt. 5 A Walk Amongst the Dead

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This is a Role Play I am currently working on for the Bloodletting game. I play both characters involved. They have a love/hate relationship pretty much. If you are interested in seeing just what the Bloodletting RPG is all about, check it out at Bloodletting.org.  If you decide you want to sign up and feel like getting one of my characters a little bank for it, use the following links

(Addison) http://www.bloodletting.org/other_pages/registration.php?user=149254

(Genesis) http://www.bloodletting.org/other_pages/registration.php?user=151855

Keep in mind, Genesis is a Lycan, and Addison is a Slayer, though was a former vampire. She’s the weird one of the two.

 

Genesis:

Genesis couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Addison just seemed to wade unseen through the zombies. Some looked at her, moan and hissed, but they weren’t in a frenzy to eat her.

Genesis sniffed the air, her Lycan nose scenting things. Yes. Addison was ‘alive’. She could smell the blood from where Addison had sliced up her hands. She could hear Addison’s blood rushing through her body and her beating heart. She could feel the body heat the woman emanated. What the hell was going on?

More importantly…what was Addison?

Did these rotting things ignore her presence for a particular reason? Was it some remaining thing that Genesis couldn’t understand from the process that turned Addison from Vampire to human Slayer?

The zombies had chased her up here just like they had chased herself.

This was a lot to think over.

But it seemed that Addison wasn’t abandoning her here. That was a plus. She gave the little sh!t a hard time  more often than not. It wouldn’t surprise her if she got left here with the rots.

The platform was becoming more instable, and Genesis felt a surge of panic run through her. Those things down there, they were clawing for her, reeking mouths snapping hungrily while moaning in their need.

She picked up her piece of steel pipe in one hand, grabbing one of the support cables to the platform in the other. She tried to remain as still as possible as Addison was making noise, drawing at least a few of the horde toward herself.

It wasn’t enough though. Genesis knew when she was outnumbered, and without the ability to shift, her odds didn’t look good. All she had was her own strength in the human form and a steel pipe.

Her eyes turned to Addison, who was making progress in killing off the zombies that were drawn to the noise she was making. She even saw Addison take off her remaining shoe and chuck it at a zombies head. Her socks didn’t match. Why did Addison’s socks never match? Stupid question at the stupid time.

Addison was singing again. Louder than she had done before. It was a more modern song than the creepy one she had sung earlier. This one was much more…loud. Addison was screaming some parts. Why the hell did the little idiot sing when she was having fun? She sung and carried a maniacal grin on her face. Though Genesis couldn’t deny how graceful Addison was when fighting. The fluid movements of body and sword.

She looked below herself again when the platform gave a tremble. The herd was thinning, but still, not enough. Genesis grasped the cable she clutched and prayed for the best. And she didn’t even believe in a god. She was putting her faith in a little sword wielding weirdo who nailed chicken heads to everyone’s door.

Addison:

And the sky was made of amethyst
And all the stars were just like little fish
You should learn when to go
You should learn how to say no

Addison went about with her attacks. As the dead things started moving toward her, lurching their way, she went off in a sprint, sword at the ready, cleaving rotting heads in two. She had to keep their attention on her as much as possible, so singing a rather screamy song seemed to work. And she liked the song. It was catchy. The sword in her hands didn’t seem to think so. Yes, they had their differences.

Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever
Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever

Well they get what they want, and they never want it again
Well they get what they want, and they never want it again

Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to

She occasionally looked to check on Genesis. The Lycan was bracing herself for the worst, pipe in one hand, and holding on to one of the suspension cables with the other. Smart. That platform didn’t look like it was going to last much longer. And the bulk of the dead things were still below her, moaning and groaning and wanting that tasty little snack.

 And the sky was all violet 
I wanna give the violet more violence
Hey, I’m the one with no soul
One above and one below

Addison was able to get closer to the gathering. They would at times take a swing at her. They didn’t seem to want to eat her, however. Did she smell bad? They had no problem with chasing her before… what the hell was up with that? She used this to her advantage. She was able to get in close, taking many of the dead things down. She continued with her song. Some of the zombies came for her. She took a chance, cleaning off a piece of her sword of zombie brains and goo, and then bringing that piece across the flesh of her hand. She went about with waving that hand around, letting the scent of fresh blood fill the air along with her voice.

Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever
Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever

When they get what they want, they never want it again
When they get what they want, they never want it again

Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I dare you to

The heads of several zombies turned her way and she grinned. A few came lurching at her, nearly running, but not coordinated enough. They met a quick end. As soon as she was nearly beneath the failing platform, she went about with just swinging her sword. Not all were clear headshots. Some were just disabling shot. Slicing the legs off, or even cutting them in half at the mid-section. It would make them less mobile for sure. She head a large creaking noise, a loud pop and watched as the platform separated. The suspension cables, all but one, gave way.

 I told you from the start just how this would end
When I get what I want then I never want it again

Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, take everything, take everything

Her singing/melodic screaming grew louder, to draw more of the dead things attention to her. She had to give wolf-girl the time she needed to get a good grip, or jump down. Jumping down now wouldn’t pose too much of a threat, Addison didn’t think. She had thinned out the horde pretty well.

However, it would seem as if Fate would have the final decision as the final cable snapped, sending the metal platform crashing down to the warehouse floor, Genesis with it, crushing a good number of zombies. How did Genesis fair in this fall was the question now.


RP pt 3- A walk amongst the Dead

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Part Three:

Genesis:

Genesis moved to the dilapidated metal stairs of the suspended platform. She was in excellent physical condition, so making the climb wouldn’t be much of a problem so long as there were some good hand holds to heft her body up. Some of the stair planks were missing, the whole structure held only by cables from the ceiling. It looked to be some sort of over watch platform, as it didn’t lead anywhere.

She looked behind herself, making sure that, as long as they were quick, the two of them could hoist themselves up. Addison had a decent weapon, so Genesis made the command decision to start climbing first.

The stairs, the entire platform, moved and swayed as she set her weight on it, climbing carefully. She clung to the support cables, relying on them more than the actual stairs, to pull herself up.

The zombies were getting nearer, their hunger mouths gaping and moaning, their arms outstretched to grab at their meals. Genesis pushed herself harder to finally reach the platform. It moved and swayed, the cables holding it creaking, metal squealing against metal. Little pops and pains from the distress of the old rusted thing made Genesis nervous.

She looked to see Addison making her ascent as well. The zombies were already snatching at the other woman’s heels. She jerked and kicked at them, sometimes dangling from one hand to give a sweep of her sword.

“Hurry up Addison!” She hissed. The amassing horde looked up at her from below, arms upward, clawing air in the direction of the platform. The noise of the zombies echoed through the large structure, making their hungry song seem even louder.

She looked to Addison, hissing at the woman as a sudden realization came over her. She snarled a bit, but kept her voice down.

“Addison, you are some sort of Voodoo thing… can’t you control these things? Make them go away or something? Voodoo and zombies go hand in hand, don’t they?”

She looked down into the horde. The horde looked back up at her with their dead eyes and gaping mouths. Disgusting. Addison could fix this with a spell or hex or something, couldn’t she?

 

Addison:

Addison followed Genesis, yet, since she was having to struggle to get the dead things to back off a little, she didn’t see the hand holds that the Lycan had used to haul her ass up. Addison hands hit slick spots, or curled and jagged rust spots, slicing her palms. She ground out some choice curse words, dangling by one wounded hand and giving a good swing of her blade to cleave through the few dead thing heads closest to her.

One of the bastards got hold of her foot. She struggled, kicking away from the teeth that wanted to taste her flesh and blood, losing a tennis shoe in the process. That did not make her happy in the least.

As she struggled, the support cables and beams of the platform groaned in their protest. She and Genesis were very small women of slight weight. This thing surely could handle them if they kept it balanced…or so she hoped.

She finally managed to get herself up onto the platform, feeling it move and shift. She tried to keep a bit of distance from wolf-girl to not put their combined weight into one spot. She heard Genesis snarking out something about her Voodoo. She blinked, then scowled at the Lycan.

“These aren’t MY kind of zombies. My zombies are way different. They are people that I’ve stripped of their souls. They do what I tell them to. They aren’t really dead. Just soulless. These dead things here…their brains are dead…all they want to do is feed. None of my spells or hexes can change that.” She said, looking into the din of groans from below.

She noted that the horde below seemed more intent on Genesis. Must be something about her Lycan smell. She shrugged the thought away, letting her eyes scan the area from this new vantage point.

“These things are getting in from someplace. They seem to be coming in waves.”  She looked down into the mass of dead things again, trying to form a plan of escape that didn’t involve being eaten alive.

She moved on the platform, leaning against the thin railing to inspect her leg, making sure there was no cuts or scratches from where the dead things stole her shoe. She was still pissed about that. Addison then inspected her hands. The cuts and scrapes were healing already, but they stung.

Her sword at her back gave a continual hum of warning. It was not happy at all. While it loved the fight, it wasn’t getting any souls out of it, and that left it frustrated in a way. The pulses of energy it sent through Addison made her a little crouch.

She sighed out, slumping more onto the railing. A loud pop from overhead echoed through the warehouse, the platform shifting. Addison looked up to see some of the bolts and cables were in distress of their unwelcomed guests.

“Okay Genesis…we need to get out of this mess. You’re the military gung-ho. Think us a plan.” She quipped, looking to the hazel eyed woman.


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