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So I’ve had the idea for this one floating around for a while and I just started, writing it, so I thought I’d post it.
I should probably state it does have a little bit of violence and some blood in it, so yeah, you’ve been warned.
So at the moment this is called Angel for Flesh, but it’s a working title, I just needed something to call it.
Laughter rang out though the night. A quiet jest of what should be joy, followed by the screams of lost innocence, in the agony of unwanted pleasure. You would think in a city so big and full that it bustled, with the squirms of untold life, someone would care enough to stop and listen.
But to the minds of humans the vastness of such exquisite agony, was to small when compared to their own individuality.
He stood fast in the belief that no one would peer into the darkness, for fear of viewing their deepest fears. For all of this city must walk the line, never straying into the dark or the light, for they maybe swallowed by it.
The cruel slowness of his, quick and torturous act, would haunt her until the day she chose to paint her world scarlet. And with the cracking of her throat she believed she would taste such pleasure tonight. He on the other hand, knew he would be rolling in it for days to come and even more so if he was to see her again.
He never felt more pleasure than in these moments, singularly cut out from his life by their intensity. But tonight was different. Tonight was singularly more magnificent then any that had come before. The thought of putting her in this sinful state, had made him shiver even before he had touched her flesh.
Footsteps ripped him out of his jubilation. He quickly clad himself in his armour, which had been scrubbed clean from any dirt, so as to not suggest what lurked beneath. She lay behind him unconscious. Her wilted body looking much more relaxed than it should have done.
“She’s not dead right?” the voice asked out of the darkness, the owner of the footsteps, bringing like to a haunting sound. He relaxed, his armour clinking at the seems, as he put down his shield.
He bared his perfectly straight teeth and let loose a stifled laugh, a fragile echo of the one that streaked through the night before. A nervous attempt to create familiarity. “No just unconscious. I think I got a little excited with this one.”
“Well I can understand why” the footsteps said, as the owner of them came into the light. His hat and suit, suggesting class he did not posses.
The light glinted upon the metallic symbolization of his rand and station. “This one something. I’m a little jealous you got to her first, mate.” the officer cracked a smile that displayed several false teeth.
“I would say take her, but I think I might keep this one” his smile grew wider, his white teeth flashing in the moonlight that was gently beginning to drift into the alley.
“Come on Karl share” the officer half jested, bending down to run his fingers through the girls long brown hair.
A shadow flitted across the moon, pausing Karl in his response. “Maybe we should go” he muttered, moving slightly towards her, as his eyes drifted to the starless sky.
“Aww and I thought we could have some fun” a new voice spoke from above and a figure materialised out of the building beside them. They swished towards Karl and the officer. Their face shadowed by long black tresses.
“We would love to play with you, darling” Karl smirked, the rotten darkness was screaming out for this woman, even without him seeing her face, he could tell she was beautiful, perhaps even better than the woman that lay behind him.
“I’m sorry, mate, but we don’t have time for that” the officer said, not even bothering to take his eyes off of the girl that lay before him. “Get rid of her, quickly”. Sighing with disappointment Karl pulled out his knife and ran for the girl.
The sound of flesh being parted by metal followed. Permeated only by the grunts and groans of death, which were soon silenced by the thump of a body hitting the ground.
“Come on, help me life her” the officer called. He moved to lift her feet, but was stopped by the feeling of dread that ran up his back and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Slowly he reached into his coat and spinning round he drew his gun.
the mussel of the gun landed pressed over the heart of the heavenly gorgeous woman that stood behind him.
The moonlight glistened on the scarlet blood – that had once belonged to Karl – which was splashed across her left side.
“Who are you?” the officer whispered.
She smiled an animalistic smile, which showed her extended k-nines. “Honey, you couldn’t even comprehend”.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her hand move and without stopping to think, he pulled the trigger.
Blood exploded behind her, showering down in little ruby droplets, as two long pieces of metal burst from her back. Like wild beasts that had been set free from their cage, they shot out with vicious finality, towards the moon and then spread out to cast an ominous shadow over the officer, blotting out the shine of the full moon.
“What are you?” the officer shook from head to toe, his gun almost slipping from his fingers.
She threw her head back and a soft groan slipped between her lips. Then with a shiver, she truned her gaze back to him.
“What am I? I’m you’re best nightmare, honey” she smiled as she flexed her wings and came at him.
“I’m home Laz” Nixar called, pulling off her blood soaked jacket and throwing it into the corner, where a dog waited eagerly to tear it to shreds. “Still haven’t gotten rid of the mutt” she half muttered, as she headed for the stairs.
“What was that about my precious Liza?” Laz smirked as Nixar entered his room.
The huge inky purple curtains were closed as usual and the ancient chandelier that hung from the ceiling, cast a half light, which didn’t reach the corners of the room. A shattered mirror hung half fallen on the wall, between the door and the fireplace, which sparked with its usual blue flames. Next to this was the door into the bathroom. The furthest corner from the window housed a four poster bed, which could easily sleep 4 people, it had satin sheets and heavy curtains.
“What do you have for me today?” Laz asked, leaning back in his chair. Nixar smiled, she could feel Laz’s eager eyes on her , but she took her time walking over to him. The mossy red carpet, squelched silently under her bare feet.
Finally she reached him and gently pulled out a piece of black cloth. Setting it lightly on the desk between them, she let the pieces of material slip through her fingers. They drifted to the desk top, like raven feathers, to reveal the bloody mess of flesh within.
“The best I could find. ‘Comparative evil'”.
Laz’s smile grew malicious and he gestured for her to come to him.
Swiftly she settled herself into his lap, her entire body relaxing as she settled into him, breathing in his familiar scent. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in closer, as he whispered in her ear. “Let’s have a bite”.
Nixar reached over the desk to pick up the flesh. As she did so Laz’s arms tightened around her, a sign of his eager anticipation and possessiveness. She revelled in the feeling of his constraints, tightening her own grip on the flesh. It oozed blood, which slithered through her fingers, thick; a statement of it’s defiance, for being removed from its master.
She raised it to her lips. Her breath coming out short, as Laz flexed around her.
Blood spilled over her lips, as she bit into the flesh, wandering down her chin. In one swift move Laz caught the droplet before it fell. He gently ran it up her chin and smudged it across her bottom lip with his thumb. Hesitantly she licked the blood from his finger. Suddenly he pulled her head upwards and leaning down pressed his lips to hers, running his tongue over her bottom lip. She let out a small grasp, as his hold around her tightened, her own grip mimicking his, sending streams of blood down her arm to drip from her elbow to her bare thigh.
“So sweet” he whispered as their lips parted. She hung for a moment, trying her best to hold onto the sensation of his kiss.
His hand slipped down to guide her, blood covered one, to his mouth, so he could take a bite. He never broke his eye contact with her, as he ate.
Once finished he began to clean the blood off her, first her palm, then each of her finger, finally down her arm. Until she couldn’t take it any more. Lifting her hand, she splayed it across his cheek, begging him to close the distance between their lips.
He obliged, leaning down to press his lips to hers. She pursed her lips, allowing him entrance to her mouth. His mouth and tongue, tasted sickly sweet. Beckoning her to become intoxicated on his kisses.
A vicious delight, cut too short by the parting of their lips.
“More” she whispered.
“So greedy today” he smirked, the pleasure in his voice only driving her greed. “How are your brother and sisters?” he asked to in a wicked attempt change the subject.
“Fine, fat and fed” Nixar muttered back, a pout forming on her rouged lips.
He laughed softly at her pout. “Well since you’ve done such a good job, perhaps I shall give you a reward” he whispered. Making her shiver, as he ran his long finger tips, down her body. “But what to give you?” he questioned, his fingers still tracing her body.
“Wicked” she whimpered, shivering with his every touch.
“The most wicked. But you love my wickedness” he whispered, before tilting her head back and kissing her, deeply, passionately, wickedly.
Nixar scrubbed at her arm to make sure all the blood had been washed away. The bubbles popped around her as she plunged her hand back into the water, which had turned a delicate shade of pink, reminding her of freshly bruised skin.
She smiled at the thought, before rising and wrapping herself in a towel, exiting the bathroom.
“Fresh?” Laz asked, before taking her hand and pressing his lips to the back. He nipped it gently, before letting go.
Nixar stretched “Fresh” she answered pulling on some clean clothes from the huge dark wood wardrobe, which won’t look out of place in a castle.
Laz watched her for a moment, before returning to his papers. “Your siblings were calling” he said, his attention obviously drifting.
“I’ll be back soon” Nixar called, as she headed for the door.
“Feed the dog”
“I gave him my jacket earlier. When are you going to get rid of that thing?” she paused in the doorway her head tilted to one side slightly, a quiet smile playing across her lips.
“Perhaps tomorrow” Laz muttered. The same old answer. She did not understand why he seemed to love Liza so much, but then again she did not deign to suggest she understood Laz.
She mentally shook herself, as she hurried downstairs to find out what her siblings wanted.
“Peter, why were you calling for me?” Nixar asked, crouching down, so that she was closer to him.
“She was making a fuss over the fact, she doesn’t have a name yet.”
Nixar moved over to the one Peter had gestured to. She lay to one side, away from the others.
Nixar stared down at her for a moment and she turned and stared right back. Then Nixar kicked her square in the face.
“You will be given a name, when you have earned it” Nixar yelled down at her. The other crowded round, looks of utter awe, plastered on their faces.
Nixar glared down at her whimpering form for a moment, before walking back to the door.
“Peter, make sure she is punished appropriately” Nixar spat over her shoulder.
“Yes of course” Peter answered, before crawling over to the whimpering form. She spluttered and groaned, a deformed tongue spoiling her words.
“I don’t want to hear it” Nixar said menacingly, before quickly closing the door begin herself. A strained scream, grappled for Nixar, as she walked away, but she shrugged it off and headed back to Laz’s room.
Oh this was something that helped inspire me when writing this, so I thought I’d just put it here at the end.
So it’s been a while since the last time I posted, I did mean to post, after I got back from the Mockingjay premier, but every things been a little hectic, as the work has been piling up, as the Christmas holidays draw near – I’m so looking forward to the holidays!
The premier was horrible, but fantastic, as I got to see Jennifer and everyone and even Dan – from Dan is not on fire – and Phil turned up. It was horrible, because unfortunately the people behind me, as I managed to get a spot at the front – yay – spent the entire time – even before people started to arrive – pushing me, so at one point me feet were in one place and then my head in another and I couldn’t stand up straight, because of this German girl who had pushed in, However I did get autographs from all the main people, although because I’m quite short and was being pushed around, I didn’t get very good pictures, as people kept putting their books and what not in the way. Me and my friends also got the posters off of the barrier that we where ‘standing’ against.
Overall I’m glad I went, but I don’t think I’ll be going to the Mockingjay part 2 premier next year – can’t believe we have to wait another year to watch the next part.
So yesterday me and my friends took a trip to Poole or rather back to Poole, as I sort of live in Poole, but I had to get a bus into Bournemouth and then another into Poole to go to the cinema to see Mockingjay, sure there are cinemas in Bournemouth, but we had these free ticket things for the cinema in Poole, so waste not want not and all that jazz.
It was a great film and not half as slow as everyone kept telling me it was, I mean my brother told me the book was really slow, but the film wasn’t. However about 5-10 minutes into the film we got evacuated from the building and out into the rain, which was just heaps of fun – not.
And at one point during the film this girl started to either laugh or hysterically cry, I’m honestly not sure which, I mean if she was crying I suppose it was understandable, it was the nasty bit with Peter.
But I do love the music from the Hunger Games films.
Well on Friday I’ll be off to Castlepoint to watch the Christmas lights turn on, well at least I think that’s where we’re going and then there’ll only be 2 weeks left until I’m off home again – yay. Although next week I’m got my house inspection and they’ve given us a list of things to clean, but since it’s not till next week I don’t think I’m going to put my name next anything yet, although I might put myself done for the bin, as it seems that only me and the other girl in the house actually ever take them out. I’m interested to see what the guy downstairs says he does, because at the moment I don’t think he does anything, I did mop the kitchen the other day and I clean the microwave after myself or if I notice it’s dirty when I’m going to use it and sometimes wipe the over top, although I must admit I haven’t cleaned the bathrooms at all yet, although I’m not sure who has, because sometimes I will go in there and see or rather smell that someone has done some cleaning in there. So I’m going to wait a little and see what other’s put there name down for, although as soon as someone does I might just do it as well, as I think I might go for the bins, because I already do them and cleaning the floor in the kitchen/living room. I can’t remember how many things there were, but I think 2-3 each if about even or something like that and we all have to do our own rooms and all that jazz, but I’ll think about that more Tuesday-Wednesday, as I have those days off next week, so I can sort everything out then, so the house is lovely and clean. But at least this week I know that they are coming and when, so I can do some washing and not be on the edge of my seat about it and all that jazz, speaking of which I might do some today. Although I’ve got this online focus group to do, but the rest of the members aren’t doing anything so far and I’ve not got the questions so I can’t really start it up for anything, so I’m waiting around for the person with the questions to do something and get the ball rolling a little bit, since we’re meant to have done it by Friday and to have at least started by today – oh well.
So recently I’ve been a little hooked on this book series; The house of night. It’s about vampire and the main character is this unusual fledgling vampire. I’m on the second book of the series, and have put the third one on my Christmas list, yes I have a list, although I just put everything down and don’t expect to get most of it, although it’s mainly books. Such as this one that one of my pals – they’re peers who give us a ‘lesson’ each fortnight or so – was talking about in our last pal session; The Wisdom of Psychopaths by Kevin Dutton, since I’m interesting in psychopaths and sociopaths and the like, I thought it would be an interesting read – I hope. My friend got me this book on the brain; the private life of the brain and I haven’t really been able to get into it, but maybe that was because I wasn’t really in a factual mood, more a fiction one, as I’m all about facts with my coursework, so a bit of fiction is nice.
Quote/saying of the day: The psychopaths are always around. In calm times we study them, but in times of upheaval, they rule over us. – Ernst Kretschmer
So I’ve got my piece of plastic and now I just have to make a frame for it and then I’ll be ready to rumble. I also think I’ve decided what story I’m going to start my with. Red – it’s a working title – the basic story is about people demons and the good and bad in everyone also there a lot of other stuff and of course as there is in all my stories a romance. I think I’m pretty good at writing them so it makes sense to continue, as I also like writing that sort of thing.
So it’s looks like things are on the up and up, if I can get this frame built in a few days. The actual piece of plastic isn’t like how I imagined, so it’s not the best, but I’ll make do. I was hoping for something more square, since it looks like 2 pieces of A3 paper stuck together by the smaller ends, which is a bit annoying, because everything will have to be done across and that not really my usually formate, so I’m going to have to learn to work with that. But I think I can make it work, or maybe get another piece or something, although it was kind of expensive, so I’m not sure if I can afford another piece, but it’s clear plastic, so it’s less like a white board, which I think I actually like right now, although everyone – that’s was helping me come up with ways of creating my own white board – seems to be fixed on it being a ‘white’ board, with ‘White‘ as the main feature, it doesn’t matter too much, as long as it serves it function and there is this piece of white plastic or paper behind it, so I think I can just leave that there and that will do the trick, since it’s going to be in front of a window, so I don’t want the sun to be shining through and blinding me all the time, while I’m working. But as I said I think I’ve got an easy fix for that.
Now for just a little DIY and everything will be perfect, apart from the fact that I’m going away in a few days to see my cousin, which is lovely and all and I want to see them don’t get me wrong, but I also want to get a move on with writing this novel, I really feel motivated to finish it this time and actually try and get publish. I get that I probably won’t or that it will be this tiny crappy place that makes me pay some stupid amount that I don’t have, but that’s not the point of this endeavor.
So today is the first day of my ‘freedom’. Or maybe my trial period. I’m all alone for the week and I’m looking after myself. Dun dun dun..! That’s the dramatic music there.
Any ways everything seems a little weird today, as I don’t have my time parters, to let me know what time it is, which means that I have been having a little bit of a hard time keeping time. Although it is quite fun being by myself, I do like it. Sometimes we need some alone time, to allow ourselves to un-muddle our thoughts and all that jazz…
I’ve got to write an article about the link between science fiction and science fact by Wednesday and right now I have about 2 muddled sentences and 2 sites with stuff I’ve been researching, but luckily the article doesn’t have to be fully finished and polished, to perfection by Wednesday, just written down in some form or another. I don’t think I would be able to sleep tonight or tomorrow night, if I had to have it perfectly done and dusted, as I would be writing it non stop, every second of every day up until I had to hand it in, to get it finished, because I like to get things done right and well as perfect as I can get them, when they’re something like this.