Callisdrun
20-09-2006, 06:12
OOC: This is a character piece. Comments are welcome, but it's not open, for now.
WARNING: Somewhat graphic violence, and nudity. If you read this and get offended, you have only yourself to blame.
IC:
Black eyes watched the guard of the power station outside the dung heap town of Denitu, in Altar Rang. It was not a large place, set amid bogs near the foothills, about 50 miles north of Tanimura, a fairly large city. Like its much larger neighbor to the south, Denitu was in territory controlled by the Narev Corporation, which was oh so much more than simply a business as its name would suggest. It was one of the larger powers in this land that was perpetually embroiled in civil war. The corporation controlled quite a bit of land, on which it had re-instated serfdom, had private armies, a bit of a navy and so on. Though the citizens of Denitu lived miserable lives, thanks to the Narev corporation at least it was stable misery. Just outside town was a power station, which provided electricity to Tanimura (for a price).
All that hardly mattered to the predator who prowled the area at this time, however, beyond the fact that the power station's existance provided her with prey. Naturally, the power station had guards, as the Narev Corporation had enemies, both the other factions vying for power within Altar Rang and the armed forces of Callisdrun, which made frequent forays into the country. This particular Narev Corporation guard had deadly enemy that was also from Callisdrun but not affiliated with the military, though he did not know it yet. He stood idly at his post, clearly bored, oblivious to the danger that lurked not more than thirty yards away.
She made no movement as she eyed her quarry. The guard was armed, with an M-16 assault rifle, but Ilona Batory still had the advantage. A vampire was always armed. Her breathing was already heavy with anticipation. She felt no remorse for what she was about to do, her bloodlust deep as the darkness of the night sky as she felt the air's chill upon her bare skin. Ilona was someone fully in touch with the more primal of her instincts, the animal that existed within all humans, and she preferred it that way. In order to become more fully one with this inner self, she forsook the use of clothing during the summer months when the temperature allowed her to do so. One would think that her ghostly skin would stand out, but that somehow wouldn't be the case even if she had not camoflaged herself. Covered in mud and filth from the bogs, no one saw her crouching form as she edged closer and closer to the pathetic guard.
The man was clearly an idiot, and completely unaware that his assignment was not as safe as it seemed. Instead of concealing himself, he stood in the light, which revealed him completely and further blinded him towards what lay beyond the radius of the lamp's glow. But he probably reasoned that tonight would be the same as all other nights. All that he heard currently was the background hum of the power station, a monotonous drone that he was familiar with, it having been present last night, the night before, the night before that, etc.
But tonight was not going to be like last night, or any other night. Ilona would make sure of that. It had been easy to sneak into Altar Rang, just as it always was. Her privileged access to the fortress at Mt. Agaden got her nearly across itself, such was the mountain's size, and a small pass nearby afforded a convenient route that avoided the minefields and fortifications of the plains of sorrow, where it was easier to be seen. She hardly thought about the way in anymore, as she had traversed it many times, once in a while going much deeper into the anarchy-ridden former nation than this particular occasion. This was a weekend outing, however, and so she had to limit herself geographically. It would not do to miss work. What odd thoughts for someone who was probably now the most prolific serial killer in Altar Rang's history.
Though she had gone after much more interesting prey in her many private sorties, this guard would have to do for tonight. Which was not to say that she found an easy target any less satisfying, it was just a different experience.
The guard was close to dozing off at his post when he heard a noise from the brush just out of the light. He wondered if he should do anything about it. It was probably just some kid messing with him, but if the kid turned out to be a vandal and did damage to any of the property, he'd be blamed for it, since it happened on his shift. So, tiredly, he stopped leaning against the fence, took out his flashlight and went to investigate.
Oh this is too easy Ilona thought as she watched the guard make his way into the brush a few yards away from her. The vampiress had thrown a stick to make some noise in a tiny clearing ahead of her, a place where she had a clear line of attack from her position. The guard stopped there, surveying the area with his pitiful flashlight, his gun held only casually.
It was then that the female moroii let her urge to feed loose and made her move.
Though she was in her late thirties, she kept her body in good shape, and her sprint towards the still unsuspecting guard was that of a carnivore making a calculated assault. In a the space of a breath, she was on him, quickly knocking away both flashlight and firearm before tackling him to the ground, which made a satisfying thud. Sharpened fingernails reached in and tore out the man's tongue before he could scream, making the vocalization come out more as a tortured gurgle. Ilona laughed. The man had gotten only a second before she struck to see his assailent, a wild woman who was dazzlingly beautiful, tall and thin, piercings dangling, beneath the muck of the wetlands, and even so, fascinating in an eery way. These were probably the deepest thoughts he'd ever have, as at the moment, his thoughts were centered on survival.
After discarding the disembodied tongue for later enjoyment, Ilona bared her barbed fangs and slowly brought them closer to the terrified man's throat. Not too fast, though, as she wanted to relish the fright in the hapless guard's eyes. To a distant observer, the scene now might look sexual, except for the blatant violence, what with a nude woman stradling a man who was lying on his back and struggling futily. The comedy of the position did not escape the Batory, and she chuckled mercilessly as she inched closer to ending the man's life. When she was close enough so that his face passed out of her vision, she closed the remainder of the gap quickly, sinking her fangs in so that the barbs caught on the flesh of the man's throat. Then, in a swift movement, but not so swiftly as to cut short the unbearable pain the guard was experiencing, she brought her head back, ripping the man's throat open.
Ilona Batory moaned as she felt warm blood spatter onto her face and tasted it on her tongue. She never pretended that she did not like drinking blood. It was natural, it was who she was. As far as she knew, though, she was the only one who killed for it. It was not as if she needed to, she had many willing donors back at home, but the truth of the matter was, she enjoyed the act she was performing almost as much as the blood that was flowing down into her stomach. Killing was a part of her life, and no matter what anyone else thought, she felt no inner conflict, as she was completely at peace with her innermost instincts. Ilona was glad that there was a way for her to satisfy them without repercussions. None of her peers approved of what she did, but she was completely shameless, and just as happy.
The poor man died as she gorged herself, drinking as much as she could, making a mess as the guard's life faded and he died. She found death interesting in others. Of course, she knew one day her time would come, but mortality did not scare her. While she would prefer to live much longer, Ilona considered herself to have led a wonderful and happy life. If death took her the next day, she wouldn't be sorry about things she'd missed doing. Soon, she found her stomach full, and it really was, so much that it had bulged out just a little. The corpse she was still crouched over was still trickling out that red liquid of the kind that was in her stomach and on her face. In perverse playfulness, Ilona grinned and smeared some over her full belly and front, mixing it with the bog mud. By the time the cadaver had stopped leaking so much, the moroii's tummy and chest were quite thoroughly spread and sticky with blood.
Knowing that other guards would come to investigate soon, Ilona stopped to relieve herself and made her departure, still grinning at the absolute pleasure she'd given herself over to. It never got old. It was time, however, to get back and clean up, she had a "romantic night in" planned with one of her favorite graduate students, and it wouldn't do to look like this for it. Or would it? Ilona certainly did like the way her current covering made her look and feel... so primal...
WARNING: Somewhat graphic violence, and nudity. If you read this and get offended, you have only yourself to blame.
IC:
Black eyes watched the guard of the power station outside the dung heap town of Denitu, in Altar Rang. It was not a large place, set amid bogs near the foothills, about 50 miles north of Tanimura, a fairly large city. Like its much larger neighbor to the south, Denitu was in territory controlled by the Narev Corporation, which was oh so much more than simply a business as its name would suggest. It was one of the larger powers in this land that was perpetually embroiled in civil war. The corporation controlled quite a bit of land, on which it had re-instated serfdom, had private armies, a bit of a navy and so on. Though the citizens of Denitu lived miserable lives, thanks to the Narev corporation at least it was stable misery. Just outside town was a power station, which provided electricity to Tanimura (for a price).
All that hardly mattered to the predator who prowled the area at this time, however, beyond the fact that the power station's existance provided her with prey. Naturally, the power station had guards, as the Narev Corporation had enemies, both the other factions vying for power within Altar Rang and the armed forces of Callisdrun, which made frequent forays into the country. This particular Narev Corporation guard had deadly enemy that was also from Callisdrun but not affiliated with the military, though he did not know it yet. He stood idly at his post, clearly bored, oblivious to the danger that lurked not more than thirty yards away.
She made no movement as she eyed her quarry. The guard was armed, with an M-16 assault rifle, but Ilona Batory still had the advantage. A vampire was always armed. Her breathing was already heavy with anticipation. She felt no remorse for what she was about to do, her bloodlust deep as the darkness of the night sky as she felt the air's chill upon her bare skin. Ilona was someone fully in touch with the more primal of her instincts, the animal that existed within all humans, and she preferred it that way. In order to become more fully one with this inner self, she forsook the use of clothing during the summer months when the temperature allowed her to do so. One would think that her ghostly skin would stand out, but that somehow wouldn't be the case even if she had not camoflaged herself. Covered in mud and filth from the bogs, no one saw her crouching form as she edged closer and closer to the pathetic guard.
The man was clearly an idiot, and completely unaware that his assignment was not as safe as it seemed. Instead of concealing himself, he stood in the light, which revealed him completely and further blinded him towards what lay beyond the radius of the lamp's glow. But he probably reasoned that tonight would be the same as all other nights. All that he heard currently was the background hum of the power station, a monotonous drone that he was familiar with, it having been present last night, the night before, the night before that, etc.
But tonight was not going to be like last night, or any other night. Ilona would make sure of that. It had been easy to sneak into Altar Rang, just as it always was. Her privileged access to the fortress at Mt. Agaden got her nearly across itself, such was the mountain's size, and a small pass nearby afforded a convenient route that avoided the minefields and fortifications of the plains of sorrow, where it was easier to be seen. She hardly thought about the way in anymore, as she had traversed it many times, once in a while going much deeper into the anarchy-ridden former nation than this particular occasion. This was a weekend outing, however, and so she had to limit herself geographically. It would not do to miss work. What odd thoughts for someone who was probably now the most prolific serial killer in Altar Rang's history.
Though she had gone after much more interesting prey in her many private sorties, this guard would have to do for tonight. Which was not to say that she found an easy target any less satisfying, it was just a different experience.
The guard was close to dozing off at his post when he heard a noise from the brush just out of the light. He wondered if he should do anything about it. It was probably just some kid messing with him, but if the kid turned out to be a vandal and did damage to any of the property, he'd be blamed for it, since it happened on his shift. So, tiredly, he stopped leaning against the fence, took out his flashlight and went to investigate.
Oh this is too easy Ilona thought as she watched the guard make his way into the brush a few yards away from her. The vampiress had thrown a stick to make some noise in a tiny clearing ahead of her, a place where she had a clear line of attack from her position. The guard stopped there, surveying the area with his pitiful flashlight, his gun held only casually.
It was then that the female moroii let her urge to feed loose and made her move.
Though she was in her late thirties, she kept her body in good shape, and her sprint towards the still unsuspecting guard was that of a carnivore making a calculated assault. In a the space of a breath, she was on him, quickly knocking away both flashlight and firearm before tackling him to the ground, which made a satisfying thud. Sharpened fingernails reached in and tore out the man's tongue before he could scream, making the vocalization come out more as a tortured gurgle. Ilona laughed. The man had gotten only a second before she struck to see his assailent, a wild woman who was dazzlingly beautiful, tall and thin, piercings dangling, beneath the muck of the wetlands, and even so, fascinating in an eery way. These were probably the deepest thoughts he'd ever have, as at the moment, his thoughts were centered on survival.
After discarding the disembodied tongue for later enjoyment, Ilona bared her barbed fangs and slowly brought them closer to the terrified man's throat. Not too fast, though, as she wanted to relish the fright in the hapless guard's eyes. To a distant observer, the scene now might look sexual, except for the blatant violence, what with a nude woman stradling a man who was lying on his back and struggling futily. The comedy of the position did not escape the Batory, and she chuckled mercilessly as she inched closer to ending the man's life. When she was close enough so that his face passed out of her vision, she closed the remainder of the gap quickly, sinking her fangs in so that the barbs caught on the flesh of the man's throat. Then, in a swift movement, but not so swiftly as to cut short the unbearable pain the guard was experiencing, she brought her head back, ripping the man's throat open.
Ilona Batory moaned as she felt warm blood spatter onto her face and tasted it on her tongue. She never pretended that she did not like drinking blood. It was natural, it was who she was. As far as she knew, though, she was the only one who killed for it. It was not as if she needed to, she had many willing donors back at home, but the truth of the matter was, she enjoyed the act she was performing almost as much as the blood that was flowing down into her stomach. Killing was a part of her life, and no matter what anyone else thought, she felt no inner conflict, as she was completely at peace with her innermost instincts. Ilona was glad that there was a way for her to satisfy them without repercussions. None of her peers approved of what she did, but she was completely shameless, and just as happy.
The poor man died as she gorged herself, drinking as much as she could, making a mess as the guard's life faded and he died. She found death interesting in others. Of course, she knew one day her time would come, but mortality did not scare her. While she would prefer to live much longer, Ilona considered herself to have led a wonderful and happy life. If death took her the next day, she wouldn't be sorry about things she'd missed doing. Soon, she found her stomach full, and it really was, so much that it had bulged out just a little. The corpse she was still crouched over was still trickling out that red liquid of the kind that was in her stomach and on her face. In perverse playfulness, Ilona grinned and smeared some over her full belly and front, mixing it with the bog mud. By the time the cadaver had stopped leaking so much, the moroii's tummy and chest were quite thoroughly spread and sticky with blood.
Knowing that other guards would come to investigate soon, Ilona stopped to relieve herself and made her departure, still grinning at the absolute pleasure she'd given herself over to. It never got old. It was time, however, to get back and clean up, she had a "romantic night in" planned with one of her favorite graduate students, and it wouldn't do to look like this for it. Or would it? Ilona certainly did like the way her current covering made her look and feel... so primal...