Post by raven on Aug 6, 2005 9:59:38 GMT -5
“The hunger inside given to me…makes me what I am—always it is calling me…for the blood of man…”
It echoed off the slick red walls, drifting around corners and tumbling through lavishly-decorated corridors. It hung in the air long after he’d closed his mouth, long after he’d finished his fun and lapped up his meal. It grew steadily fainter, this eerie sing-song rhyme—and it finally dissipated completely when Lilith, grinning depravedly and dragging the remnants of a drifter’s torso behind her, moved from the main chamber in search of that voice’s source.
Pupils dilating as she passed each rose-colored lamp, Lilith slithered through the lush galleries and wealth-cluttered halls of her domain. Once a massive warehouse situated in one of New York’s numerous industrial rows, it was a converted playhouse now—the headquarters of an enormous coven christened the ‘Annex Clan,’ and an infamous site avoided entirely by other, unaffiliated members of the undead. Those vampires who didn’t belong to a clan, those young beasts of blood who did not serve Senfetti, Kilobaid, Rastafari, or Finne, were systematically “played with” when they wandered too close to Lilith’s little kingdom. Poor rogues. She needed specimens to tamper with, and her followers were all too willing to acquire for her these unattached wanderers when mortal bodies were scarce. So she was considered ruthless…so she was considered ignorant of honor when applied to humans—so what? Lilith enjoyed herself and the knowledge she gained from her ventures; what was a little rancor when there were new things to learn?
Passing members of her clan as she moved from room to fashionably-modern room, the voluptuous Annex leader flashed a smile and paused before an ashy-skinned female. Exploring the spiked collar at the woman’s throat with a long, slim finger, Lilith’s dark eyes snapped with fresh curiosity.
“Where is Kakihara?”
The woman seemed lost in thought for a moment, her pale face turned to the side and her arms dangling loosely. Before she could answer, however, a slim silhouette appeared in an archway on the opposite side of the chamber.
Turning on one spiked heel, Lilith’s gaze blazed afresh as she surveyed for the thousandth time her delectable, malicious mentor.
Lean body covered in a red plaid suit—the jacket of which nearly reached the floor—and black almond eyes fixed on his lover-pupil, Kakihara looked to the messy mass of flesh Lilith carried with a barely-perceptible smile. An untamed mass of blonde hair and an accompanying goatee seemed somehow out-of-place…when one considered the pink scars that ran in pairs both horizontally and vertically across his deceptively placid face. Strange, too, was his mouth; running out from each corner, another pink scar extended two or three inches…making Kakihara’s smile seem elongated and grotesque. Little silver rings—one on each side of his mouth—glinted in the half-light, but only Lilith knew the significance of these scars and those rings.
She’d seen Kakihara, in an especially playful mood, take out his rings…and she’d seen those slits part. He could unhinge his jaw like a snake, and long ago he’d cut the corners of his mouth back into the flesh of his cheeks so that he could open his mouth…and chew on things much, much larger than any other member of his fellow undead. Lilith adored these incisions and the masochistic quality they signified—for Kakihara was a true masochist, a deadly-calm creature with beautiful features, a master in the art of torture…and Lilith’s second-in-command.
Shaking her head so that waves of dark red hair fell behind her shoulders, Lilith plucked at the vinyl pleated skirt she wore before advancing across the room towards Kakihara. A fine red sheen like a snail’s trail dribbled behind her…after all, the torso was fresh…and those subjects in the room noticed this. They fell on the trail with sickening grins, lapping the blood up from the floor as Lilith passed and hissing at each other over spattered droplets.
In a fleeting moment of silence, Kakihara motioned to the ruined half-body and smiled.
“I’ll carry it. There’s a fax for you from Senfetti…”
Pulling at Lilith’s arm, he continued:
“It seems we’re leaving here. For awhile. He’s planned a little meeting….”
It echoed off the slick red walls, drifting around corners and tumbling through lavishly-decorated corridors. It hung in the air long after he’d closed his mouth, long after he’d finished his fun and lapped up his meal. It grew steadily fainter, this eerie sing-song rhyme—and it finally dissipated completely when Lilith, grinning depravedly and dragging the remnants of a drifter’s torso behind her, moved from the main chamber in search of that voice’s source.
Pupils dilating as she passed each rose-colored lamp, Lilith slithered through the lush galleries and wealth-cluttered halls of her domain. Once a massive warehouse situated in one of New York’s numerous industrial rows, it was a converted playhouse now—the headquarters of an enormous coven christened the ‘Annex Clan,’ and an infamous site avoided entirely by other, unaffiliated members of the undead. Those vampires who didn’t belong to a clan, those young beasts of blood who did not serve Senfetti, Kilobaid, Rastafari, or Finne, were systematically “played with” when they wandered too close to Lilith’s little kingdom. Poor rogues. She needed specimens to tamper with, and her followers were all too willing to acquire for her these unattached wanderers when mortal bodies were scarce. So she was considered ruthless…so she was considered ignorant of honor when applied to humans—so what? Lilith enjoyed herself and the knowledge she gained from her ventures; what was a little rancor when there were new things to learn?
Passing members of her clan as she moved from room to fashionably-modern room, the voluptuous Annex leader flashed a smile and paused before an ashy-skinned female. Exploring the spiked collar at the woman’s throat with a long, slim finger, Lilith’s dark eyes snapped with fresh curiosity.
“Where is Kakihara?”
The woman seemed lost in thought for a moment, her pale face turned to the side and her arms dangling loosely. Before she could answer, however, a slim silhouette appeared in an archway on the opposite side of the chamber.
Turning on one spiked heel, Lilith’s gaze blazed afresh as she surveyed for the thousandth time her delectable, malicious mentor.
Lean body covered in a red plaid suit—the jacket of which nearly reached the floor—and black almond eyes fixed on his lover-pupil, Kakihara looked to the messy mass of flesh Lilith carried with a barely-perceptible smile. An untamed mass of blonde hair and an accompanying goatee seemed somehow out-of-place…when one considered the pink scars that ran in pairs both horizontally and vertically across his deceptively placid face. Strange, too, was his mouth; running out from each corner, another pink scar extended two or three inches…making Kakihara’s smile seem elongated and grotesque. Little silver rings—one on each side of his mouth—glinted in the half-light, but only Lilith knew the significance of these scars and those rings.
She’d seen Kakihara, in an especially playful mood, take out his rings…and she’d seen those slits part. He could unhinge his jaw like a snake, and long ago he’d cut the corners of his mouth back into the flesh of his cheeks so that he could open his mouth…and chew on things much, much larger than any other member of his fellow undead. Lilith adored these incisions and the masochistic quality they signified—for Kakihara was a true masochist, a deadly-calm creature with beautiful features, a master in the art of torture…and Lilith’s second-in-command.
Shaking her head so that waves of dark red hair fell behind her shoulders, Lilith plucked at the vinyl pleated skirt she wore before advancing across the room towards Kakihara. A fine red sheen like a snail’s trail dribbled behind her…after all, the torso was fresh…and those subjects in the room noticed this. They fell on the trail with sickening grins, lapping the blood up from the floor as Lilith passed and hissing at each other over spattered droplets.
In a fleeting moment of silence, Kakihara motioned to the ruined half-body and smiled.
“I’ll carry it. There’s a fax for you from Senfetti…”
Pulling at Lilith’s arm, he continued:
“It seems we’re leaving here. For awhile. He’s planned a little meeting….”
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