Sanguine Vengeance

Sanguine Vengeance
by London Fox
The wind whispered through my hair as I moved through the empty parking lot. It's cool tendrils caressed my skin, and even though I barely felt the bite of the cold winter air, the gentle caress soothed the fire within me. It kept my rage back and from spilling out all over the nearby innocents. I was enraged and filled with a black wrath that could make the devil himself take pause. The desire for revenge was like a hungry beast clawing at my insides. So consumed I didn't even heed the silent shadows following me, lurking in every dark corner untouched by the ugly light of the street lamps. I walked with long graceful strides intent on my destination. No need to run… even walking I moved faster than a tri-athlete in full sprint. No, my target would still be there when I arrived. He had nowhere to run, besides, the fucking bastard didn't even know Hell was coming to claim him.

I entered the sleazy motel that festered in the slums of downtown Chicago. It looked like no more than a hole in a wall with a flashing neon 'open' sign sputtering on the black painted door. I entered and found the lights inside flickering in the same irregular pattern as the sign outside. Must have been a short circuit in the electrical system. The irregular dance of lights cast eerie shadows on the peeling paint of the walls that looked like it had once been a hideous bright red, and now was a hideous dull red. The reddish-brown carpet was worn thin and reminded me of a massive bloody crime scene. Lounging about the foyer were scantily clad girls dressed in an assortment of outfits meant to suggest cheap sex, from leather and latex to school girl uniforms that no self-respecting school girl would ever wear. I paused in the doorway scanning the room with a cool eye not caring a wit for the flesh that decorated it like cheap fixtures. After my moment of pause verifying he wasn't one of the men among the prostitutes I glided over to the reception area that was wisely enclosed behind iron bars and Plexiglas. No one noticed the unusual movement of the shadows that followed me in dark pursuit. All eyes were riveted on my back with varying degrees of interest.

"How much for a room?" I asked the greasy slime-ball behind the desk, making my voice like silk sliding over flesh.

He licked his lips and a very base, male look slithered into his eyes. He eyed me up and down actually arrogant enough to believe I would let him touch me. Had I not been so single-minded in my personal agenda I might have reached through his flimsy human barriers and ripped his eyeballs from his head. Instead, I stared at him with cold dead eyes and waited patiently for him to answer. Finally he placed a torn and stained ledger in front of me.

"Fifty an hour", he said his voice as oily as his appearance.

I reached in my pocket and slid a hundred across the counter.

"I won't be long," I said with a small feral smile flashing sharp teeth.

The greedy bastard only smirked, not aware of the danger, as he snatched up the bill checking it for authenticity. I signed a name into the ledger as he sought out a room key.

"So… you here to have a bit of fun, eh?" he asked as he pushed the key towards me through the small opening on the desk.

"Oh, yes," I responded with a delighted hiss as the grin reached my eyes. Something in the look made the slug uneasy as he quickly glanced away to busy himself with imaginary work.

"Sure, sure," he mumbled avoiding eye contact. Possibly on some unconscious level he saw the predator lurking in me. Lately humans have been sensing it more and more with me. Had I still been human I suppose it would have bothered me, instead my smile just widened as I turned and headed up the stairs. All eyes in the room followed me in silence still unaware of the slither of shadows.

The room on the key said "B215", but I was very much interested in another room down the hall. Even though I already knew where he was I let his scent draw me to him. I sniffed the air subtly like a panther on the hunt. His smell was nice. A sharp contrast to the monster he was. Then again, I liked the smell of killers… of predators. He smelled of fresh cotton, cinnamon, and burnt wood. The scent was warm and inviting. I wanted to crawl into it and devour him.

I was in front of the door now. My slender fingers traced the wood grain as I leaned in close, inhaling deeply. Along with him there was the scent of another. She smelled of rotten oranges and vanilla, but the overwhelming scent of musk nearly threw me into a frenzy. My ears pricked as the sound of their moans and screams pounded against my eardrums sending my own hungers spiraling out of control.

I bit my lip drawing a small amount of blood trying to tame the beast long enough to follow through with my plans.

"Not yet," I whispered to myself pressing my forehead to the door, as my tongue darted out to capture the crimson ribbon that trailed across my lower lip.

I listened to the sound of flesh sliding and slapping against each other, as I turned the knob. I willed the door to open and a soft almost inaudible click of the lock unlatching went wholly unheard by the animals rutting on the bed. I slipped through the door into the darkened room using the shadows as my cover blending into the corner unseen.

My eyes gleamed with anticipation as I watched him, eager for him to be done with her so I could enjoy delivering him to the last moments of his life.

He moved on top of her, her legs hooked over his shoulders as he shoved his cock into her like a piston. Their bodies glistened with sweat and he was rough, too rough. I smelled her blood, but she didn't seem to mind he was tearing her insides as she writhered and moaned with pleasure racking her nails along his arms. Either she was a damn good actress or she was as fucked up as him. I wasn't sure which.

More blood perfumed the air with its sweet scent making my head swim and my mouth water, but I held on to my control. It did not last much longer, thankfully, as his athletic body jerked and spammed expending himself into the whore. He then fell over to the side and pushed the girl out of the bed. She hit the hardwood floor on her backside, the side of her head catching the edge of the bed table. She let out a litany of curses, some I didn't even know, as she stumbled to her feet holding her injured head.

"Money's on the table, get the f*ck out, " he said as he used the sheets to wipe himself off.

She glowered at him as she thrust on a pair of panties and a tiny dress. Snatching up the money she went for the door calling him a son of a bitch.

He laughed derisively, "this coming from a dirty cheap whore."

His mocking laughter ended abruptly as he erupted from the bed. In an instant he had her shove d against the wall his hand wrapped around her throat.

"Listen here you little cunt," he said in a low soft voice that promised pain and violence, "You are paid to f*ck. A pussy with legs is all you are. So if you value your worthless existence you might want to keep that mouth in your face shut. Cuz if something were to happen to you no one would come looking."

His fingers traced the side of her face as he spoke as if marveling at the texture of her skin. The monster in me recognized the emotions flitting across his face. He was wondering what her flesh would look like cut open and bleeding. I could see his secret little smile, his eyes glazed. He watched her fear dance across her features as her eyes bulged. Her hands clawed at her throat futilely trying to pry his fingers loose.

Satisfied he released her and headed for the bathroom, as if he had lost interest in her and already forgotten she was there.

Quickly she turned and scrambled for the door. It was still unlocked. Had to hand it to her, the kid still had enough of her wits about her to know that it had been locked prior.

Her eyes darted about spying me in the corner. For a split moment I thought about taking her, but I knew doing so would end my game with the man far too quickly. That just would not do. Instead, I lifted a pale slender finger to my lips and winked. I knew from the hard glint in her eyes that she would not alert him to my presence. I imagine if I breathed I would have let out a small sigh of relief. She instinctively knew why I was there and did not care. Her hard existence played to my favor. The prostitute yanked open the door and left. Finally… it was my turn to play.

He returned from the bathroom, a small towel wrapped around his muscled hips. The man was large, I gauged a few inches over six foot. His tan skin rippled with muscles. His sharp hard features was framed with slightly long auburn hair. The man had looks and knew how to use them. No doubt to lure women away from safety. To take them somewhere cold and dark, and to never return to the world of the living. He was a very attractive monster. Then again, so was I.

I moved out of the shadows towards him. Sneaking up from behind I let my hands glide up his back. He jerked and spun around. Like a striking cobra he had his hand at my throat. His movement stilled the moment his eyes fell on me. I knew what he saw. Of all my insecurities my appearance was not one of them, and I took delight in using my looks to my advantage.

He took in my 5'2 slender frame. I felt him relax a little no longer perceiving me as a threat. His eyes drank in my pale creamy skin accentuated by the fire red curls that spilled down my back and over my bare shoulders. Even in the dark of the room with only the neon lights outside providing us with sporadic and bare minimum illumination, I knew he could see the violet of my eyes. So enraptured he didn't comprehend the why or that it should even be possible. I wasn't going to bring it up.

He opened his mouth and closed it again as his fingers wandered over the swell of my breasts tracing the line where skin met the decorative lace of the tightly bound corset I wore. I cocked my head to the side and smiled devilishly, "What's the matter, Love? Cat got your tongue?" I purred reaching out to him again.I ran my hands over his washboard abs and up over his chest, letting my fingers lightly graze over his nipples. I tangled my fingers in the silky mat on his chest seeking the beat of his heart. Once I found it I let my hands rest over it. Lust filled me with overpowering desire that I fought hard to reign in my beast. My desire to play the game outweighed my hunger— for the moment.

He let me sidle closer to him allowing me to press my cool flesh against his hot body. His human warmth seeped into me and I shifted to meet more of him. I pressed my soft abdomen against him. I could feel its demand, smell it, taste it. It was an intoxicating delectable blend of sex and power. I wriggled against him encouraging his arousal. I pushed my hands against him using the full weight of my body to drive him back to the bed.

"Lay down," I whispered against the soft underside of his jaw letting my tongue dart out to taste the salt of his sweat, to sample the flavor of him. Oh god, he tasted as good as he smelled. I longed to sink my teeth into him and take the flesh and blood into my mouth; to savor him like a fine wine.

He didn't resist, and let himself fall back onto the bed. With the promise of silk and flesh I commanded him to stretch out his arms and spread his legs to the four corners of the bed. His eyes opened and closed unable to decide whether to keep his gaze on me or let the promise of pleasure take him. His breath came out in short rasps as I used silken cords to bind his wrists and ankles.

Stepping back I let my gaze wander over him, drinking him in. Something uncurled low in my abdomen… something that enjoyed the look of this predator so helpless. Only a small thing hindered my wandering eyes which I quickly rectified by unfolding the towel. His cock was at full attention curving slightly toward his abdomen. He was massive even there. Wrapping my hand around the throbbing muscle I gauged him to be at least 81/2 inches. He was as equally thick as my fingers were barely able to meet. I pulled lightly eliciting a small gasp from him caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. I pounced then, straddling his hips trapping his dick between my legs. I let the silken lace of my panties chafe against the pulsing flesh as I let my hands once again explore the upper planes of his body.

His hips bucked under me trying to dislodge me, but I was much stronger than I appeared. His hips remained rooted to the mattress.

"Do you remember them?" I asked softly staring deep into his eyes. When he gave me a perplexed look I began to elaborate.

"You hurt her. She was young and innocent. Untried," my voice fell into a dangerous whisper as I pinched his nipples hard between my fingers. His confusion increased and I could smell the first tangy aroma of his fear permeate the air.

"I know you like to hurt them. Cut them… rape them," I continued as I ground my hips brutally against him.

"But this one was special, this one you made personal. You brutalized her, tore her up, and left her for dead in such a state the cops couldn't identify her."

My nails began to rake his flesh drawing forth sweet rivulets of blood. His eyes widened suddenly, fully alert.

"You stole my humanity, my life… now I will take yours," my nails dug deeper gouging meat.

"You created a monster, Aldric… let me introduce you to your creation."

I watched him with detached eyes as he bled and thrashed under me, as I lost myself in the pain of my past. I was too strong for him and the bindings held his limbs in place.

"You were the predator, the big bad wolf, weren't you?" I continued to grind against him, but he had gone flaccid. It mattered little to me. It wasn't his dick I wanted.

I leaned down and began to lap at the red liquid candy that streamed from the open wounds I had created. Like a cat with cream I lapped and teased the jagged edges of the gashes. As I did I raised my eyes to look into his. My heart did a single beat as I felt the dampness darken the silk between my legs. His face was contorted in fear, rage, and pain. I leaned forward licking my lips clean not wanting to waste a drop of the sweetest nectar I had ever tasted in my life. I leaned into his ear nuzzling under the corner of his jaw. I licked the lobe of his ear before taking it into my mouth and sucking gently.

"Will you scream for me as you made them scream for you?" I breathed into that ear with wicked glee. I ground myself hard into him commanding him to rise for me again. He let out a strangled moan as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I then crawled backwards removing myself from the bed. He watched me with panic in his eyes as his body thrashed about from the loss of my touch. His body was no longer his own. I could have had his mind as well, but that just wouldn't do. Not for what I had in mind.

I finally looked up and looked into the shadows for what lurked in there. They had patiently waited and watched. Now they knew the time had come. The shadows slithered and oozed, closing in like a living entity curling around the metal posts of the bed. Reaching and looming forward they sought the mass of warm soft flesh that lay like an offering in the center of the bed.

Aldric's attention was no longer on me as he became more concerned with the ebony tendrils slithering across his lower body. I watched on with amusement and a dark lust as he began to struggle furiously against the bindings. He jerked upward his body completely lifted off the mattress, and he screamed as the dark mass snaked across his genitals. Undaunted they continued upward curling around him till all that was left exposed was his face. I wanted to watch his face. No, they could not cover that part, and they indulged me.

I shook with the pleasure of seeing his face contort and twist in perfect terror, in one silent unending scream. Hiss terror was so fantastic he could not utter a sound. His hell was absolute. He was helpless and drowning in darkness— my darkness.

The shadows began to murmur saccharine promises. In a forgotten language they vowed to inflict eternal suffering and damnation. When he finally stilled, only able to tremble with despair, the wraiths struck. Tiny serrated teeth and razor-like claws bit into his flesh, and seeped into his wounds. The dark was so cold it burned. It was the fire of hell that poisoned him. They did not end his suffering there as the sound of bones being pulverized greeted my ears along with his shrieks.

As they fed I returned to his side placing a cool hand against his cheek silencing him with a command. I felt the wetness of his tears, and it thrilled me right down to my toes. Even had I been human I would not have felt sympathy. He was a true monster. I was his creation and his damnation. Even as I enjoyed the music of his screams, and knowing no one in this god-forsaken place would come to help, I did not want to tempt fate.

Like the parting of a black sea the shadows moved away from me allowing access to my victim. I couldn't help but think that I really truly enjoyed hunting monsters.

I stroked his cheek and let my fingers dance a small ballet down to his neck where I caressed the skin there. So soft and delicate; always so delicate there. My fingers traced the contour of his throbbing jugular as I unsheathed my fangs.

I finally looked up and looked into the shadows for what lurked in there. They had patiently waited and watched. Now they knew the time had come. The shadows slithered and oozed, closing in like a living entity curling around the metal posts of the bed. Reaching and looming forward they sought the mass of warm soft flesh that lay like an offering in the center of the bed.

Aldric's attention was no longer on me as he became more concerned with the ebony tendrils slithering across his lower body. I watched on with amusement and a dark lust as he began to struggle furiously against the bindings. He jerked upward his body completely lifted off the mattress, and he screamed as the dark mass snaked across his genitals. Undaunted they continued upward curling around him till all that was left exposed was his face. I wanted to watch his face. No, they could not cover that part, and they indulged me.

I shook with the pleasure of seeing his face contort and twist in perfect terror, in one silent unending scream. Hiss terror was so fantastic he could not utter a sound. His hell was absolute. He was helpless and drowning in darkness— my darkness.

The shadows began to murmur saccharine promises. In a forgotten language they vowed to inflict eternal suffering and damnation. When he finally stilled, only able to tremble with despair, the wraiths struck. Tiny serrated teeth and razor-like claws bit into his flesh, and seeped into his wounds. The dark was so cold it burned. It was the fire of hell that poisoned him. They did not end his suffering there as the sound of bones being pulverized greeted my ears along with his shrieks.

As they fed I returned to his side placing a cool hand against his cheek silencing him with a command. I felt the wetness of his tears, and it thrilled me right down to my toes. Even had I been human I would not have felt sympathy. He was a true monster. I was his creation and his damnation. Even as I enjoyed the music of his screams, and knowing no one in this god-forsaken place would come to help, I did not want to tempt fate.

Like the parting of a black sea the shadows moved away from me allowing access to my victim. I couldn't help but think that I really truly enjoyed hunting monsters.

I stroked his cheek and let my fingers dance a small ballet down to his neck where I caressed the skin there. So soft and delicate; always so delicate there. My fingers traced the contour of his throbbing jugular as I unsheathed my fangs.

I looked into his eyes watching as his agony hazed mind registered the truth of me.. I leaned down brushing my lips over his inhaling the sweetness of his breath, mmmhh— minty. I then kissed him hungrily capturing his face between my hands as I thrust my tongue into the hollows of his mouth. Drawing his tongue into my own mouth I sucked on him and tasted him. He tasted so damn yummy.

I drew him in deep enjoying his struggle not to respond, but he was never in control, not from the moment I touched him. My hand roved lower down his body till I found what I sought. It was still hard and full even as it was pierced by several sets of tiny teeth and seeping blood. My hand wrapped around the base and I began to jerk him off knowing the pain it caused him, yet he was unable to deny me. I did not make him endure long as my own patience had come to its end. My hand moved rapidly over the solid blood-wet muscle coaxing it to cum, and within moments he did. As the warm fluid coated my hand I clamped my sharp teeth down over his tongue and swallowed the stub of flesh whole. His body jerked both with his orgasm and agony. His scream released into my mouth along with the rapid gush of blood from the main artery I just severed. I drank the honeyed ambrosia down.

As he lay dying I whispered the last words he would ever hear, "Even predators are the prey."

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