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Imagine if you will a picture of a perfect fairy tale which has crossed over into the world of a necrophilia’s wet dream, an image in a coloured world where they be only tinted. Black on white, covered in the scents of lust, blood, and gore, faintly seeping like a pheromone the hint of a wild forest flower, her body fascinating those who see her pale white skin, she is one who will kill with a kiss, forever ravaging the world, killing never slipping into her grave, living without it seems a soul. A creation made by evil hands, brought to life again an angel for no one. She steps into the yard, no wolf moon above, her arrival is a spell cast, grace of a silver bullet, BANG, and you’re dead. Deadly as she stalks into the darkness surrounding the others, circling her footsteps a song of deception, she’s just like you they say. NO holy water sang with prays could take her down about now, there is something in the air about her tonight, is it blood lust in her eyes, what is it tonight. The swaying of her hips, the serpentine hair slithers in the grass behind her, Rapunzel free from the towers of Avalon, the cursed beauty with no heart, no concept of love nor will she ever come to understand. This tall woman, this beast so far is she from mortality not a grace of humanity to her movements swearing, no cursing to the gods for all to beware, beware she is here, something is stirs within her. Garments torn tattered burnt from hell fire, muscles shimmering with opal hues, flesh rippling along the length of that predatory creature, she regrets not her sins, a slave perhaps only to her temptations. They know everything is wrong, she moves through this sea of dust, oblivious to the others, their idle fancies, their tendencies to waste immortality upon idle chatting, drinking from bottles, disregarding their beasts within, they will never learn to embrace it, never learn it is waiting their to be learned about, to be understood as everything is has, looking to be a friend …to embrace someone to engulf one in its beauty its light take delight in me it calls from within their shadows from the bowels of their pointless existence, if not population control then in truth what is their point, surely the gods had a plan when they released the curse upon the lands. Silently she strolls ignoring all within…the courtyard ----------------------------------------------------------THE FALL Her demeanour BLACK as night, her stare COLD as stone, she watches all from the side, through the blood, every night she comes close, Close to her ONE. This beast within, this calling siren, the bringer of deceit the creature sick with suffering, death all around her, play me a violin for your sorrow, your pity a shame. She listens, hunting these grounds, every time she is here, never showing interest, never giving a damn to others, all but a few from the past who bother her. Why do they care, mortality in tact they learned to care, had a heart were able to use it, tin man made but without a heart she walks in a shell of alabaster before the others, draped in a curtain of ignorance,their own as the eyeballs mess with their marbles like a wench playing with genitals holding one down making one shut their mouth. You’re dead, speechless; cause your all dead, and the dead like potatoes having nothing interesting to say. So says her posture, the gestures screaming from the movements, no feelings, her hand raises and she sucks clean a knuckle joint, veins pulling away from tendons as she licks her teeth clean, tossing the bone into the fountain as she passes, moving away from all to the far end of the courtyard into the shadows now of the cottages, eyes empty clear hue less. They have no hope of her walking into the sunlight; she would just gallop off into the sunrise, the hero in the story. She is so ugly on the outside she is beautiful on the inside. Truly she is a vampire, truly at peace with herself, a FREAK. A deadly Sin for sure. Rip my dream sell my star clawed cake you aren’t so far!!! The beast inside of her says she might just try to get those others, the lanterns burning, glasses of red wines, she’s no servant, and she won’t light up for the others. Prayers, burnt clothes against her flesh wishing for release as she glares, devouring the others the wish for nothing ness is here. NIGHTMARE the beast inside of her is wanting to get them….it gets her….wanting to love her, wanting to embrace her all the way….more and more she slips into this state, the potions she had concocted of herbs containing Agrimony (heals flesh wounds, also effects dreams) =Angelica (Used to protect oneself from the effects of evil) =Spikenard (Increases mental clarity) No longer working such is the curse, what is real, what is fake, they all are fake…potatoes, who dug them all up, eyes, they all have eyes but no one uses them to see. Oh are they good enough….are they good enough for her….growls coming from throat…eyes clear hollowed crystal stones rolling in a perfectly dead creatures. Sigh, you must for she does not know you exist. She jumps up perches on the wall, a gargoyle which will never grace your estates. She hears it calling its needles and pins; it’s under her skin, this curse poison running through her skin, she can not break these chains…. One world, it smashes down, she frowns, smiles, and shakes her head, shoulders showing an edge, posture of hate. Baiting her, tormenting her, claiming her, WHY, what for, whatever for it won’t negotiate it takes but she will not give, people die she lives, this feeling she has suffered before. Nothing changes it remains. Another snarl a growl and clawing and slashing of solid stone the gargoyle remains The flower uprooted, is she being up rooted, POTATOE useless thing, with eyes, look at those eyes, the sight of Leif annoying her as he kicks it up. She is suffering the blood curse of her foe, NIGHTMARE, waking nightmares she has meshed into the reality of them, seclusion causing her to have no familiar ones to know the differences of behaviour, rumbling threatening growls… She frowns clawing the rock her greatest strength gone, THE BEAST it has her, she growls out, over time it had happened slowly every night she was cursed she’d embrace it more and more, wanting the blood, wanting it no NEEDING it….Will power all but GONE against the thirst….The curse, it was not just NIGHTMARES, it was the weakening of everything S>O>S HELP ME…Oh the darkness, HELL FIRE burning….where is Empyreal…she growls…she feels, she feels meek, incomplete….weak with strengths no better than mortality….lacking the beauty of a heart beat, he is her mortality her heart beat, she is but the hollow unfeeling shell he longs to be. lacking the will power, her strengths weakened, she cries out ….as if a wolf to the moon, the SUN, the SUN her glowing love…few of her kindred ever see it, she can, a beast of burden with the sins of bloodlust….She can see the SUN… She cries, blood tears slipping down her cheeks, nightmares, reality, is it not all the same over time…there is no comatose state she suffers as all others do being active both day and night, think, think, thinking is all she ever does… She growls clawing at the wall with needle like talons…annoyed…a worm on a hook to be continued
