Post by Moloch on Mar 22, 2006 15:53:10 GMT -5
The night was over; his body still warmed by the final kill for the night and oh what a treat that was. He had considered not killing her, the sweet young morsel, probably no more than 18 with those perfect round eyes, a shade of golden brown the likes of which any amber gem would be jealous, and her firm white breast, the skin so soft that when his teeth sunk into them, it was like taking a nibble from soft peach. He could still feel the curves of her body, arching in his hands, her lower back vaulted as if rounding over the moon itself, and oh the feel of her hips pressing against him, those succulent firm thighs he imagined no man had touched before, nor would they ever have had the chance, not now.
As Moloch rounded the corner into his home, the smile that graced his handsome features was that of bliss. Full and blissful he was, the prize he had taken from the girl now lay gently in his strong hand, delicately caressed in his slender fingers. No, he would never forget those eyes.
After taking many twists and turns through the quiet halls of the playhouse, whistling a tune of joy, his leather booted feet came to a stop, just on the outside of an Oak door, its handle chiseled to depict that of a gargoyle, emerald eyes peering at one as if alive with energies waiting to be released. Moloch reached out and grasped the handle and pushed down and continued to whistle his tune as the heavy Oak door opened up for him to reveal a large room.
The room contained a rather comfortable sitting area, decorated with one large couch, deep blue in color and well padded, its high arms extending outward past the face of the cushions to wrap about the outer portions of the piece of furniture, as if gently caressing it. There was as well, a chair to match, though it had no caressing arms, it was still, quite handsome in its features. Behind the conference setting of the sitting furniture, sat an enormous viewing hutch, lit up by candles that sat in small covered containers to spotlight the contents of each of their shelves. It was on these shelves, that one would find the inner workings of a mad man, a sick and perhaps slightly arrogant vampire who always enjoyed the finer parts of his victims, often bringing them home to be preserved in the solution he bought from a local merchant. It was also here that he now headed, his prize for the evening still caressed in his loving fingers.
“Well Serenity, for you, I will give top honors.” He stated, opening his blood stained fingers to produce a pair of amber eyes that stared blankly up at him as he spoke to them in soft undertones of counterfeit love “You, my sweet peach, will spend your eternity with the likes of Queens and Kings on the top shelf.” He smiled gently at the pair of eyes and then, just before plunking those eyes into an empty container full of a clear liquid, he brought them to his pale lips and kissed them gently. “Good night my sweet, sweet girl.” He finished and then with not so much as another thought to those amber eyes, he turned upon his heal and strode through an arched pass way to enter what would be his bedchamber.
In this room there was several points of interest, such as chains that attached to the wall, some with cruel looking cuffs that had razor sharp edges, other more soft, even padded with silken black cloth, for comfort. The furthest wall seemed to be occupied by a slender figure, her hands clasped in irons, her head bowed forward though she lived.
“What, no hello for your sweet Lord tonight Deseri?” He mocked, the smirk on his face quite evident of his insincere nature.
The girl raised her head, a pair of dull green eyes looking at him but she said not a word and simply allowed her head to fall forward again her face covered by a mass of tangled and dirty blonde tresses.
Moloch walked over to her and grasping the back of her hair, he lifted her face to peer at and continued to smile as he patted her cheek. “I brought you a treat” He said in a quiet, soothing voice and then produced a morsel of fruit that he held to her lips. The girl bit into and then consumed the morsel as if she hadn’t eaten in days, and it was very likely she hadn’t. “No worries, I have no need for a snack tonight, perhaps tomorrow.” He said as he released her head then moved out of his room, through the sitting area and back out into the halls, the Oaken door closing behind him as he once again, began to whistle his joyous tune as he made his way to the main chamber where he flopped unceremoniously onto the couch, dropping his booted feet onto the coffee table as he leaned back and stretched.
“I’m home…” He said in a loud voice and then chuckled slightly as he closed his eyes and waited for the others to come in from the sun.
As Moloch rounded the corner into his home, the smile that graced his handsome features was that of bliss. Full and blissful he was, the prize he had taken from the girl now lay gently in his strong hand, delicately caressed in his slender fingers. No, he would never forget those eyes.
After taking many twists and turns through the quiet halls of the playhouse, whistling a tune of joy, his leather booted feet came to a stop, just on the outside of an Oak door, its handle chiseled to depict that of a gargoyle, emerald eyes peering at one as if alive with energies waiting to be released. Moloch reached out and grasped the handle and pushed down and continued to whistle his tune as the heavy Oak door opened up for him to reveal a large room.
The room contained a rather comfortable sitting area, decorated with one large couch, deep blue in color and well padded, its high arms extending outward past the face of the cushions to wrap about the outer portions of the piece of furniture, as if gently caressing it. There was as well, a chair to match, though it had no caressing arms, it was still, quite handsome in its features. Behind the conference setting of the sitting furniture, sat an enormous viewing hutch, lit up by candles that sat in small covered containers to spotlight the contents of each of their shelves. It was on these shelves, that one would find the inner workings of a mad man, a sick and perhaps slightly arrogant vampire who always enjoyed the finer parts of his victims, often bringing them home to be preserved in the solution he bought from a local merchant. It was also here that he now headed, his prize for the evening still caressed in his loving fingers.
“Well Serenity, for you, I will give top honors.” He stated, opening his blood stained fingers to produce a pair of amber eyes that stared blankly up at him as he spoke to them in soft undertones of counterfeit love “You, my sweet peach, will spend your eternity with the likes of Queens and Kings on the top shelf.” He smiled gently at the pair of eyes and then, just before plunking those eyes into an empty container full of a clear liquid, he brought them to his pale lips and kissed them gently. “Good night my sweet, sweet girl.” He finished and then with not so much as another thought to those amber eyes, he turned upon his heal and strode through an arched pass way to enter what would be his bedchamber.
In this room there was several points of interest, such as chains that attached to the wall, some with cruel looking cuffs that had razor sharp edges, other more soft, even padded with silken black cloth, for comfort. The furthest wall seemed to be occupied by a slender figure, her hands clasped in irons, her head bowed forward though she lived.
“What, no hello for your sweet Lord tonight Deseri?” He mocked, the smirk on his face quite evident of his insincere nature.
The girl raised her head, a pair of dull green eyes looking at him but she said not a word and simply allowed her head to fall forward again her face covered by a mass of tangled and dirty blonde tresses.
Moloch walked over to her and grasping the back of her hair, he lifted her face to peer at and continued to smile as he patted her cheek. “I brought you a treat” He said in a quiet, soothing voice and then produced a morsel of fruit that he held to her lips. The girl bit into and then consumed the morsel as if she hadn’t eaten in days, and it was very likely she hadn’t. “No worries, I have no need for a snack tonight, perhaps tomorrow.” He said as he released her head then moved out of his room, through the sitting area and back out into the halls, the Oaken door closing behind him as he once again, began to whistle his joyous tune as he made his way to the main chamber where he flopped unceremoniously onto the couch, dropping his booted feet onto the coffee table as he leaned back and stretched.
“I’m home…” He said in a loud voice and then chuckled slightly as he closed his eyes and waited for the others to come in from the sun.