Whispers in the dark

SIt was the kind of night dreamt of by starry eyed wanderers overlooking fields of rustling grass. The kind that conjures up images of a far away place lost in space and time. The night air was cool and full of care free whispers.

The ghouls of the naked city were out in full force, perusing the filthy grey sidewalks for their usual prey. Lost in the finality of their own hallowed tortured existence.

This dirty stinking cesspool had the power to make sinners out of Angels themselves.

The smell of fresh garbage lingered in the air, as a host of fat rats swarmed and squeaked in resolute joy at such a sanguine feast. One was even so brazen that it scampered right up and snatched a discarded seasoned pizza crust from right underneath a girls boots.

Tattoos and piercings marked these familiar beasts of the night. Black leather, chains, and pendants spelled their particular brand of doom giving their "look" an almost authentic air of proficiency to the casual observer.

I however can only observe them with pangs of mirthful amusement. For they only play at being evil....I on the other hand am the real thing.

They had no idea how deeply the true depths of depravity ran. No inkling of the forces that inhabited this city's streets, what horrors dwelt in the shadows stalking all around them.

It was only when one of these vile pretenders by chance came face to face with a true servant of chaos would the shroud of their ignorance finally be lifted. Only then will their feeble little hearts realize the true nature of the cosmos....the bleak insignificance of mankind.

We have existed for long dark ages. Since the dawn of this pathetic civilization and the years still before it. On other worlds and in other dimensions we seethed and lingered. We exist as slaves to our own black impulses, prisoners to our own forbidden desires.

We are called by many names in many different tongues. Some flattering and some hardly do us any kind of justice at all. We serve old Gods, terrible and indescribable, utterly inconceivable to the paltry juvenile perception of men.

We only wear this feint pink tapestry of flesh and bones. It does little to cover our true nature, in fact it's as ill fitting as a dress worn three sizes too small.

I've only been here for several days and already I'm bored. The meeting of elders takes place only once every millennium and all must attend without exception. This is the only reason you would catch me in this wretched slimy shithole in the first place.

I hate big cities...the metropolis' of mankind give off virulent vibes. I prefer quiet pastures and wide open countrysides. Even with that being said, I guess I should be somewhat greatful to the old bastards for summoning me here. It gives me a chance to hunt something else other than my usual quarry. City meat does tend to have a rather...unique flavor to it.

I'm famished...the taste of my last meal still lingers on my lips.

The cloaking spell I've woven around my body, allows me to not be seen by anyone not possesing true sight. Even if they were able to see me as I am, most of them are so drunk and high they probably wouldn't even have noticed anyway. 

Ahhh...this one looks good. A fat sow bitch. The plaid checkered miniskirt she wears does nothing to hide the hefty white rolls of cellulite set about resonating from her every step.  She must be about...let me see....29? Her hair is colored dark green, and the pig has one of those stupid lip piercings that I cant stand.

She walks purposely almost angrily. Perhaps she had just been in an argument with some friends and stormed off. Maybe a fight with her boyfriend? Girlfriend? Whatever has happened to digress her mood this evening  only works out to my favor. I can smell her raw young emotion and baby...it makes my tongue salivate.

I lick my lips in anticipation. How should I kill this one? Should I snap her neck? Rip her little body apart limb from limb? How about simple evisceration, it's been way too long since I've used that one.

I think I'm going to just go old fashioned here and rip out the jugular vein. I love to see the sheer terror in their eyes when I pounce on them.

She is coming up my way now. Only a few more steps and she'll be directly under my position. I am her everything now...her God.

..her devil....her lover....her saviour. Her soul forever belongs to me, I claim it for all eternity both rightfully and willfully.

"Zzzzaaaaaakkk!!"

A silver tipped arrow suddenly flies out from the wall of shadow and embeds itself into the chest of the nosferatu known as "Nerrik". From where he was perched, he drops like a black sack onto a large blue aluminum trash receptacle with a loud clang. With the arrow still lodged in his heart, he screams a shrill piercing cry like a thousand cats burning on a pyre. The sound of his anguish is so terrifying that it cleaves through the chilly night like a scythe, causing the fishnet stocking and plaid mini skirt wearing tatooed white girl to flee back down the street in severe panic. Unbeknownst to her, her life has just been spared.

The vampire with what little strength left in its body, manages to claw it's way out of the aluminum trash bin and onto the pavement. Like an animal, it gropes and moans. Baring its teeth while sticking out its long tongue. Unable to remove the object causing it pain, it just shuffles back and forth on all fours like an upturned crab. All the while hissing, spitting, and cursing with vile blasphemies at its attacker.

"Die you diseased fucking whore! Die! I hope you rot in hell bitch!"

Casually a beautiful black woman steps out of the darkness. Her countenance is like a phantasm. She is garbed in all black save for a pair of faded blue cutoff denim shorts tightly hugging her wide hips. The shiny black leather boots she wears almost come up to her knees, and like the white girl, she too has her shapely legs covered in fishnet stockings. Her eyes sparkle with a dazzling lumination, something like a pair of twin diamonds under a moonlit sky. The delicate features of her face tends towards the exotic and she whisps up a sarcastic smile from underneath thick dark red lipstick covered lips. Her head is shaved down to her scalp but there are still remnants of nappy bleached blond hair apparent.

She walks over to the writhing vampire and says sardonically,

"Thought you had one there didnt you my dear?"

The rogue vampire lord spits at her and replies feverishly,

"Fuck you! You fucking black bitch! You fucking dirty fucking whore! I'll feast on your dirty black ass you bitch!"

She laughs mockingly and without warning pulls something long, sharp, and shiny from her back.

"Time to end you sweetie. Looks like you'll be having that meal of yours in hell. When you get there send me a postcard, I want to know how it tastes."

With one masterful stroke of her sword she severs Nerrik's head clean from his shoulders. Exposing the bloody stump of his neck now gushing with green vampire blood all over the ground. Almost Immediately a mob of rats appear from out of the crevices ready to lap up the sweet smelling blood.

The strange woman laughs a hearty sultry laugh, then steps back into the shadows. She disappears just as silently as she came. The rats dont get to enjoy their macabre feast for very long as Nerrik's body then suddenly disintegrates into a pile of smoldering ash. His evil soul sent careening on to higher dimensions, lands where he will surely be punished forevver for his crimes.