Simon stood, just at the edge of the alley, watching the van shake violently back and forth. He nodded to himself when the door opened and that long, glorious leg peeked out. Ellis was feeding. He had just happened to round the corner on his way to meet her at the Domicile. Carol was calling them both in for a hunt, he wagered.
He watched Ellis emerge and light up. She murmured something and turned to walk in his direction.
'Now what's a young lady like you, doing in a dark, scary place like this?' He grinned but couldnt help but be a little frightened of her. She was just coming down from her peak of bloodlusting. He could see it in her eyes and her fangs were out, her tongue touching the tips. She was absolutely soaked in blood.
Ellis kept walking, but took a moment to wink at him. It was almost...Simon couldnt find the words but disturbing just didnt fit. He was a man filled with sorrows and regrets over what his life was now, but he could not stop wanting her. Maybe it stems from the fact that she was his creator, that her blood runs thru him, therefore linking them forever. He knew what would follow, now that she had gorged. They'd return to the Domicile. To her quarters.
She'd want him.
Simon trailed behind her, like an ever constant shadow.
Bloodlust
Flick.
Ellis stood in the darkness of the alley and lit her cigarette. She used a flip case lighter, silver tone like most of her jeweled accents. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and looked up into the sky. That's when she heard them.
They were 1 block over and a van was idle, chugging smoothly into the night. She let the smoke trail out from her mouth. She slowly opened her eyes, revealing the water green iris', her pupil large with adrenaline. She hasn't fed yet tonight. In fact, it had been about 2 days. Being an ancient she could go months if she wanted to, but really...why put off such a pleasurable thing. Closing the lighter, it made an audible snap.
She was wearing a long but tight fitting skirt. Probably not the best thing to wear on a kill, but it'll do. It was a soft, stretchy material that would give enough, she wagered. She looked down at her shoes, Nina ´Vespa´ sandals. The upper and lower straps are connected by a strand of bejeweled brilliance...they were going to get bloody. Ellis made a sad face. Ah well, murmured.
There were 6 of them. A roving rape gang, Nachton's alley ways were infested with them. Ellis blinked slowly. There were few things that bothered, Ellis, but rape was the one thing that boiled her blood. Women of her original time had little to fight against it. She took great pleasure in killing as many drunken bar men in dark alleys as possible in her younger years. Ellis began to walk again, closer to the 6 stalkers.
The van was moving, closer and behind the men. They were around a corner and Ellis took a final drag off her cigarette and flicked it, as they rounded the corner for her. Gruff hands grabbed her arms and legs. One fist came out and punched her, dead in the mouth. Ellis decided the owner of that hand would die first.
The attack was eerily silent, the men very efficient. They were not strangers to this. Ellis could feel her fangs pulse as she tasted her own blood in her mouth. She was definitely going to get her shoes dirty. In the darkness of the alley, they threw her into the van and piled in, shutting the door.
There was a muffled noise, some chattering and clothes ripping. Then silence. The dark grey van sat there, idling in the alley. An occasional sputter from the muffler was the only noise for a few moments. Then suddenly...a woman's laugh.
'What the fuck?'
'WHAT THE FUCK IS...JESUS CHRIST!!!'
The flurry of feet and hands, pummeling the van walls shook it. At one point the rear wheel came off the ground, the van siezed violently forward. The screams that followed were blood curdling.
'NO...NO PLEASE...'
One by one, the screams stopped till finally the door opened and slammed violently against the van. One man, covered in someone's blood, tried crawling out, his voice was hoarse with his screams yet he still tried. A bloody, beautifully manicured hand grabbed him by the neck and yanked him back in.
A few muffled gurgles, then silence.
The door van opened again and a long, blood spattered leg dipped out. Ellis emerged, her mouth covered in blood, her fangs protruding. Blood had splattered all over her Channel suit and did in fact, stain her Vespa sandals. She straightened her hair and turned back to look into the van.
The inside of the van was soaked. It was if the van itself, had bled to death. The bodies of the men lay on top of each other, each have corresponding bite marks on their chests and throats. Those that had throats left. Ellis had experienced blood lust. The fury and pleasure of feeding till she practically gorged herself. It heightens her abilities and strengths and makes her a killing a machine.
She loved it.
Blood soaked material stuck to her chest. She reached down and pulled at it. It made a sickening sucking noise. Reaching back in the van, she patted a few bodies, looking for something. Throwing a body to the side like it was a rag doll, she checks the rest finally letting out a happy 'Ahh!'. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes out of the jeans of one of her kills. It was only a little bloody, but definitely still smokable. She took one out and lit it, again with her silver lighter. She inhaled deeply, savoring the taste. The smoke rolled out of her mouth and nose like tendrils, caressing her face. She threw the pack back in.
'Gentlemen,' she turned and smiled, 'Was a pleasure.'
Simon Huntington
18 years ago