Post by Temperance C. Baron on Sept 27, 2012 20:56:19 GMT -5
I Bleed it Out.
take it deeper
Just to Throw it Away.
The group of men catcall out to her, the sounds of perverted mentioning echoing in her acute ears. Her large canines glisten in the waning moonlight as the devious smirk appears on her beautiful face. She pretends to ignore them, and continues to walk down the street, bloodlust aching in her stomach, eating at her. She licks her red lips as she hears the drunken men begin to follow her downt he street. She cuts to the side abruptly, heading into a dead-end alleyway.
This was going to be fun.
The Fire Demoness licks her lips again, and clicks her tongue in pleasure. She could hear them getting closer, hear their labored breathing, smell the bittersweet alchoal on their breaths, feel the vibrations of their heavy feet stomping and slidding across the ground. Her eyes roll up into her head as she pictures what will happen next, saditic pleasure running through her. She clicks her tongue again in an apporving manner, before she opens those gorgeous onyx eyes, bother irises lit up with sadistic excitment. She clenches her fists, wanting them to be there already, and her claws tear through the leather fabric of her gloves. Oh, well, she didn't really need them anyway.
Finally, finally! The wasted males blunder in, and they call out to her, giving sexual comments on her body and face. The dark smirk comes back and she finds her self humming lowly with pleasure.
These guys don't know what they just waltzed into.
Slowly, Temperance turns, sharp canines flashing, eyes wide with pleasure and lust. Blood lust.
The men screamed a lot that night.
"Y-you have the Devil's smile!"
"Oh? Then I guess I am, then, eh?"
Temperance walks out of the alleyway, not a single drop of blood on her, and she walks away, satisfied with what she had done.
Authorities will file a case file later on the 6 mutilated and dismembered bodies in an alleyway next to the liqor store. The suspect was never found.
Three days later, Temperance walks back down the same street, and memories come flooding back to her. She smirks joyfully and hums again, popping a ciggerette in her mouth and taking a drag.
Mama Help Me.
i've been cursed
I Bleed it Out.
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