“The Redeemer of Ancients”
A short horror by Rezzy64
(Warning: This Story includes Sexual themes, Violence, and Gore.)
A teenage girl slowly walks down a quiet street with the sun set facing her back. She seems to carry a paper bag in one hand with a clothing brand on the side. She seems to walk with a kick in her step and a small smile on her face. She then turns down a corner and walks down it until she comes towards a small park entrance.
“This should be a short cut home, If I don't get home soon Mom will surely yell at me for being gone so long.” She then opens the bag and looks inside and smiles.
“I just can't wait to get home to try on my new clothes!” She says with a smile. She begins to walk through the park when she soon walks towards a small playground where children are playing in a group. They all grab each others hands and begin to jump around in a circle. The girl stops for a moment and watches as the cute children do this.
“Circle in red, return from the dead, you know he'll come and get you! Because he must, he'll gain your trust, you'll never be back again!” The little kids sang in a playful manner as they jumped around playfully in their circle, then they all began to laugh.
“How grim, where kids learn these horrible things I'll never be able to understand.” The girl began to walk away from the playground area towards another path in the park. She then stopped for a moment with a look of surprise on her face. She looked down to see a very small boy that had grabbed her skirt while he wiped away tears that were in his eyes. He seemed to be sobbing. She immediately got down closer to his face.
“Hey, what's wrong?” She asks the little boy who was still rubbing tears out of his eyes.
“I-It's already dark out... a-a-and I'm lost...and I can't find my mommy... a-a-and I saw a scary man!” The boy had said this in between sobs. The sun had set enough that it was relatively dark out.
“Oh well I'll help you find your mommy... and you let me know if you see the scary man again, I'll protect you from him...” The girl says to the little boy as she wipes away his tears. The boy seemed to cheer up a bit from this. The two of them began to then leave the park area where the kids were.
“Circle in red, return from the dead, you know he'll come and get you!” You hear the sound of the kids singing the cheery sounding song again as they dance in a circle. You then see a man in a gray hoodie jacket with the hood up covering his face. He seemed to look over towards the girl with the little boy who was just crying. He slowly creeps behind quietly.
“Because he must, he'll gain your trust, you'll never be...” The kids sang the last verse of the grim song but then before finishing they all fell down unconscious in the circle, blood dribbled down from their noses.
“So what does your mommy look like? When did you last see her?” The girl asks the young boy who was holding on to her hand very tightly looking sort of scared.
“She's... very tall... and long hair... and she's really pretty. ... Sort of like you...” The little boy says nervously.
“Ha ha how cute, how ever this might be harder than I thought.” The girl says with a smile and a sigh.
“Don't worry, I'm sure we will find her, thank you for helping me.” The boy says with a cheery smile. She looks at the boy's smile her eye pupils get very small and then get very wide. She coughs and then smiles at the little boy. As it begins to get darker the street lights begin to turn on. They continue to walk along the side walk, a little ways behind them is the man in the gray hoodie. Every once in a while he stops for a moment and looks around him as if making sure there is nobody around. It is still hard to see his face hidden within the darkness of his hood. He quietly stalks the girl and the little boy.
“Do you at least know where your house is? We could go there and maybe find your parents in the process.” The girl says with a small cheery face hoping the boy will know something.
“No... I... I don't know my address...” The boy says with a sad looking face, you can see as his grip tightens around her hand.
“Okay, It's okay... We'll figure this out somehow...” She says trying to comfort the little boy who seems about ready to cry again.
They soon walk farther away from the park area and begin to get into a more residential like area. It has become dark out and all the street lights are lit up. The streets are quiet as the girl and little boy walk straight down it.
“Do any of these houses look like yours?” The girl asks calmly. The boy looks down and shakes his head.
“Are we lost?” The little boy asks the girl. The girl looks down with a reassuring smile.
“Don't worry I know exactly where we are, as long as you stay with me I will be able to find your parents... I am a bit worried though...” She says reassuring the child but looking worried herself.
“Why are you worried?” The boy asks curiously.
“Oh, don't be worried, but do your parents normally let you out this late with no supervision?” She says looking at the young boy curiously. He seemed to look as if he had no idea what she was talking about. She just seemed to sigh and continued to walk along with the young boy. Still the suspicious man was still right behind the two of them trying to keep a safe distance.
The man in the hoodie stops for a moment and looks down. He seems as though he was just startled by something. He looks down only to see a small beetle crawling across the ground. He looks up to see that the girl and the young boy were still walking along way in front of him. He looks around him in all directions as if worried of being seen, but nobody was around him at all. Inside of his dark hood with his unnoticeable face, you see a very toothy smile come off of his shadow covered face. He reaches into his pocket and feels around for something. He looks down at the ground again with his wide toothy smile to see the beetle still on the ground crawling slowly away. He pulls out a fine looking butterfly knife from his pocket. He flips it around a little bit to reveal a very fine shiny blade. He then uses it to stab the beetle on the ground, with this action the beetle seems to struggle a bit while he picks it off of the ground with the knife. He holds the struggling beetle in front of his face, his tongue rolls across his teeth. He opens his mouth and puts the blade in, he closes his lips around it and then slowly pulls the blade out with the beetle gone. He smiles once more after swallowing. He then looks forward again seeing that the girl and the little boy are farther ahead. He gets up from his crouched position, flips the butterfly knife back into his pocket, and then begins to walk towards the girl and the boy again, he picks up speed while walking to catch up to the girl and the little boy.
As the boy and the girl are walking down the quiet streets they soon go from a residential area into a sort of shopping district, they begin to walk amongst shops, some beginning to close and some still open. Crowds of people begin to show themselves as they continue to walk along.
“Hold onto my hand so that you don't get lost okay?” The young girl says still holding onto the young boys hand. The creepy hooded man also joined into the crowd to follow them. However he doesn't seem to like being in the crowds. As he walks along he purposely avoids people that are near him. You see a person bump into the hooded man, the hooded man flinches in an extreme manner as a response to the touch. He hesitates and then continues to walk still trying to avoid bumping into people.
The boy while holding on to the girl's hand the boy keeps looking around at all the people that keep walking by them. You can then hear a ringing sound that is obviously a cell phone. The girl feels her pocket and then looks surprised. She sticks her hand into her pocket and pulls out a cellphone.
“Hold on we need to stop, I got a call.” The girl stops at a bench on the side walk. She sits the boy down on the bench and then answers the phone.
“Hi Mom.” She says as she answers the phone.
“Why are you not home yet?” You can hear a voice from the phone answer back.
“I was on my way home on time but when I took a shortcut home through the park I found this boy by himself who seems to have lost his parents so I've been trying to help him find his mother.” The girl says back through the phone.
“You better not be lying about this!” The phone responds back.
“Of course not mom, I'm tired running around out here trying to help out this poor kid okay, I'll be home as soon as I can.” She says this back into the phone in a reassuring manner. The little boy continues to look around as if searching. He then looks towards an alleyway. He looks up at the girl and then looks back at the alleyway. You can see about 10 feet away, the creepy hooded man leaning up against a store sign. He looks over at the girl and the boy with a big toothy smile.
“It's almost time...” The man says in a very rough and scratchy sounding voice.
You can then see the boy looking over at the alleyway again.
“...Mommy? ...Mommy?!” The boy exclaims. He then gets up and begins to run towards the alleyway.
“Listen, I'm worried, come home soon, they say there's some insane killer on the streets murdering young girls in disgusting ways...” The phone was beginning to say.
“Hey! Where are you going?!? I'm sorry Mom I have to go, I'll be home later!” The girl says and then hangs up the phone. She then begins to chase after the boy headed towards the alleyway. The creepy man sees this and then smiles. He then begins to walk towards the alleyway and then gradually walks faster.
“Slow down! Where are you going!” The girl yells at the boy as she tries to catch up with him, they enter into the alleyway. There was a back entrance light dimly lighting the area.
“I saw Mommy come down here! I know I did!” The boy yells back as he continues to run deeper into the long abandoned alley way.
“Wait! Slow down! This is not a good place to be running into! There could be bad people around here!” The girl yells back at the kid.
“No I know I saw her come down this way! Mommy?! Are you down here!?!” The boy yells as he continues to run.
“Man, it always amazes me how much energy little kids can have! Still this is bad, this is a deep alleyway, it can only get worse from here.” She says this to herself as she continues to run after the boy. She looks around her and sees knocked over trash cans and walls with graffiti on them.
You see the creepy man with the hood who was beginning to run down the alleyway suddenly slow down as he comes to a comfortable walking pace.
“I should slow down, She can't get out of here without coming back this way.” The man said in his very scratchy sounding voice. He then pulls out his butterfly knife and begins to play with it as he walks along the alley.
You can see the boy suddenly slow down from running as he comes up to a dead end of surrounding buildings. The girl then slows down as she sees the boy having stopped. She rubs some sweat off of her forehead and walks up to the boy who seemed to be crying again.
“Geez... Why did you run into this really dangerous area?” The girl asked looking a bit upset as well as concerned.
“I-I-I thought I saw mommy come down here!” The boy said in sobs.
“I doubt that your mommy would ever come down into a scary place such as this. We better leave here before something bad happens to us.” The girl said putting her hand comfortingly on the boys shoulder who was still crying.
“B-But I'm so scared... T-That I wont find my mommy!” The boy says in mid sobs.
“Don't worry, I promise I will protect you no matter what the girl said as she hugged the boy sensitively, her eyes had very wide pupils and her cheeks were red as she warmly embraced the boy.
“Y-You promise?” The young boy says as he wipes tears out of his eyes.
“Of course I will, maybe I should take you home with me tonight and we'll call the police in the morning.” She said to the boy sensitively while still embracing the boy.
“What if I get scared at your house...” The boy said as he wrapped his arms around her neck to hug her.
“Then you can sleep in my room and I will protect you throughout the night” She says with red cheeks while hugging the boy.
“I'm here!!! Hello!!!” The creepy hooded man says as he walks out of the shadows into the light revealing the butterfly knife which he was flipping around as if it was a toy. The girl was surprised to hear this and she looked over while still embracing the boy.
“Wha... What do you want?!” The girl said sounding frightened.
“I came for you pretty little lady. I am here for the Master, because I am the Master's disgusting slave! My work is here for the Master whom I love with my body and soul... The Master is who I work for because I am lucky to be treated like dirt by the Master! Which is why I come at the favor of the Master. The Master is absolute!” The hooded man said with a sort of cackle. He pulled down his hood to reveal a face covered in sores and cuts, his face was dirty and looked swollen in some areas. He continued to flip the knife around.
“I-I don't know what you want... B-But you better leave us alone!” The girl yelled at the hooded man as she held the boy closely.
“Scary Man!!!” The boy yelled out in fear at the sight of the man.
“Circle in red, return from the dead, you know he'll come and get you! Because he must, he'll gain your trust, you'll never be back again!” The man sang in a gleeful manner as he cackled. The girl without moving from her position felt around on the ground for something. She managed to grab hold of a metal pipe laying on the ground. In one quick motion she got up and swung the metal pipe at the man. A loud crack sound was heard from the pipe hitting the man in the head. He fell down as blood began to rush down from his head. He laid there looking either unconscious or dead. The girl just seemed to stand there with a rage look in her face as she pants after the heavy swing. Blood drips down from the end of the pipe. She drops it and it clatters down to the ground.
“We're... We're safe now...” She drops to the ground looking scared. The boy runs over to the girl and gives her a great big hug.
“You kept me safe! Just like you promised!” The boy says excitedly with a smile. The girl looks at the boys face. Her small pupils suddenly widen largely. She then smiles and her cheeks turn red.
“Of course, I kept my promise” She hugs the boy back with a very warm embrace looking content.
“Can I ask you something nice lady?” The boy says sounding very happy and sensitive. The girl looks at the little boy again very warmly with a smile.
“Of course what is it?” She says sensitively back.
“Do you love me?” The boy asks with a warm smile. The girls eyes widen showing her enlarged pupils, you then see tears come down from her eyes as if tears of joy.
“I do... I do love you...” The girl answers back warmly.
“Will you... listen to me?” The boy says with a smile that seemed to turn into a smirk.
“Yes! Yes! Anything you say!” The girl yells out in excitement with her red cheeks and soft gaze.
“Take off your shirt.” The boy says this coldly with a dead serious looking face. The girl looks embarrassed but then takes off her shirt.
“Good... Now remove that bra of yours...” The boy's voice began to change into a deeper colder sounding voice. You can see the girl removing her bra in a very sexual manner. She pulls off the bra revealing her well proportioned breasts.
“Anything else... Ma... Ma... Master?” The girl says this looking very embarrassed and red. You can no longer see the boy. You get a close up on one of the girls breasts you see a large long finger with an extremely sharp finger nail rub carefully up from the bottom of her breast to her neck very slowly. A large cut is made as this happens by the sharp fingernail.
“Yes... I am hungry and thus will feed upon you until you are cold and dead.” The deep cold voice that was once the boys voice responded.
“Th-Thank you Master!” The girl responded looking still embarrassed.
“First... feed me your taste...” The cold voice responded.
“Y-Yes Master!” The girl then rubbed some of the blood from her breast onto her finger, she let out a small sexual sounding groan when she did this. She then brought her finger close to a large monstrous looking mouth with many razor sharp teeth, but had two extremely large looking fangs that stuck out the most on the top jaw. A large sharp looking tongue came out and licked her finger clean.
“My my... You are just as delicious as you look... I will enjoy you very much.” The cold sounding voice said while the big monstrous looking mouth was close to her ear while saying it.
“I'm gracious for your praise Master. Please feed on my supple body.” The girl said in a very sexual manner.
“Gladly...” The monster says. You then see from a slight distance a very tall and skinny silhouette with broad shoulders suddenly move it's head inward toward the young girls neck. A few seconds go by and then the silhouette jerks it's head outwards from the girls neck and with this the girls neck rips open and spills blood everywhere. He then goes in and bites at the neck more smearing blood messily everywhere. He then lifts her up and tears more at her flesh with his jaws to spill more blood into his mouth as he seems to gulp it down. He drops the girls body to the dark ground, her body cold and lifeless. You can see him licking his fingers clean of blood.
You then see the man who's head was bashed with the pipe and still bleeding from his head begin to get up.
“Come on slave! Get up already!” The cold voice from the monster yelled.
“Ah! Master Orlok! You have a bright glow about you! All this blood! You must have enjoyed your meal!” The man says as he picks himself up from the ground. As he gets up he sees a small moth near him. He quickly grabs for the moth and then eats it whole.
“Yes yes you disgusting slave, it was very delicious. Now get up, we must leave this place at once before someone sees us.” As you hear the cold voice you see him step out into the light where you can see him quite clearly. A very tall stalking figure looking to be maybe six feet tall or taller with a limber and skinny body and broad shoulders and a very strange dark coat on. He has long arms with long fingers and long razor sharp fingernails. His head is slightly small with a long looking face. His eyes blood shot with yellow colored eyes and very small pupils. His ears pointed at the tips and a pointy nose. His eyebrows are small but thick, and he has patchy hair which has small bald spots that look like patches of hair that have fallen out. He opens his mouth which reveals his razor sharp teeth and the two slightly larger razor sharp fangs. He sticks out his tongue to lick another finger that is covered in blood.
Wow, Master Orlok! You really took her apart didn't you?” The grotesque man said with a cackle as he looked at the girls dead body with her neck ripped open as blood began to pool around her head.
“Shut your disgusting mouth slave!” Orlok yelled at the man.
“Oh my Apologies Master... but may I take my souvenir like always?” The man asked as he bowed in an apologetic fashion.
“Go ahead you filth, but if you somehow get caught for these deaths it's not my fault.” Orlok said in an uncaring fashion.
“Thank you Master!” The man said as he whipped out his butterfly knife. He then went to the girls mutilated body and severed her finger. He then carefully stuffed it in his pocket.
“Come you disgusting excuse for a slave!” Orlok yelled coldly as he then flipped up the hood of his coat over his head to also hide his face.
“Coming Master Orlok!” The gross looking man said as he cleaned the blade and then stuffed it in his other pocket. He then flipped up his hood and followed behind Orlok.
They leave the Alley way and back out into the streets where the two walk away on the sidewalk.
“Circle in red, return from the dead, you know he'll come and get you! Because he must, he'll gain your trust, you'll never be back again!” The man sang to himself as he followed behind Orlok.
Copyright 2009, Michael Reznick
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"Hell's Resurgence of Ancients."
The gray skies adorned the noisy city with its Silber vale as the wintery winds carried a tune of joy for the city was overwhelmed with Christmas shoppers pacing the streets as the bells chimed with the gentle caressing of the Kristal icy winds, while they were accompanied by multiple Christmas tunes and carols adding to the joyful atmosphere. But for a young girl in her early 20’Th with long black hair that cascaded down her back in graceful waves, which came to rest upon the small of her back the joyful bustling city life was all but tunes of gloomy sorrow, for today wasn’t her best day. As the wind pushed some stray hairs against her rosy cheeks she pushed them back with visible discomfort as she continued strolling down the side walk. The snow that had accumulated from hours ago crunched beneath her gentle steps towards a nearby park.
Natt sighed heavily. She brushed off the thin coat of snow on the park bench and sat down on it with a grunt. She rested her elbows on her knees and held her head in her hands. From a distance a dark gloomy figure took the whole scenery in as his unseen eyes rested on the young girl. Her gloved hand combed its way through the black hair, messing it up further than it was already. The day wasn’t going exactly as she had planned. In fact, if it had done anything it had gone just the opposite of what she planned.
“Well I asked for an anniversary to remember,” Natt admitted to the white ground. As she comes upon this realization the hooded figure strolls closer to the unsuspecting girl. A single tear plopped onto the snow while others started to gather in her dazzling green eyes. “This just isn’t the way I wanted to remember it.”
The day had been complete disaster from the second she had left her home. Natt had left that morning for work, which she showed up to late because of her alarm clock not going off and her car not starting. When she finally got there she heard a loud and angry lecture from her boss. Natt went home early that day with the saddening information that she was fired. Lunch was scheduled to be at one of her favorite restaurants with a close friend she hadn’t seen in years. That friend was called away on business and cancelled just as Natt sat down and ordered her drink. Because her friend promised to pay, Natt brought no money with her to the restaurant. The last thing that Natt had to look forward to was her specially planned dinner with her boyfriend of two years, Blake. Just before she had one foot out the door, she got a phone call.
Natt could still hear Blake’s curt answer to her happy hello.
“Look Natt I’m really sorry, but I just don’t think that this is working out for me.”
The perfect ending to an atrocious day Natalie thought as a crowd of children gathered around her in a circle hand in hand and singing a tune, which Nat being so frustrated and deep in thought did not pay attention to. The kids went back to their care free playing on the snow. After a few more endless minutes of singing.
Natt looked out at some of the children still playing in the park, even though it had been dark for quite some time. All of them were either with their parents, their older siblings, or possibly even their babysitters. Natt frowned. All accept one. A little girl with curly red hair, fair skin—cheeks rosy thanks to the winter chill—and bundled in heavy winter clothing was playing in the snow all by herself. She wasn’t in the park, but instead in the graveyard next-door. There wasn’t an adult close by to make sure she didn’t get in trouble or any kind of supervision whatsoever. It was just her, and the rather tall snowman she was attempting to build.
The snowman had two stubby arms made of tiny twigs that she would have had to really search for in the thick blanket of snow. The head, not yet attached to the rest of the snowman’s body, was on the ground and waiting to be finished with its decorating. The eyes were two small rocks, while the mouth was a piece of string. The snowman’s nose looked to be like a pom pom off of a winter hat. Natt figured that the little girl had taken the one off of her own hat to allow her creation to be able to smell the world around him.
Meanwhile the mysterious figure continued to look at Nat from a dark part across the park. Its hand swiftly sank on to its pockets to look for something as a beetle crawled by his feet with its silent, yet unseamingly loud pitter potter that the mysterious one was quick to pick up. As the tip of his thumb caressed the blade of the butterfly knife, his eyes had now shifted to the tiny bug that continued to crawl pass him. With a sinister grim and a lick of his dry lips the man took out the butterfly knife and impelled the bug on its sharp end in a quick move of his hand. In what seemed to be faster than the blink of an eye he inserted the sharp instrument on his mouth and clasp his lips around it for less than a second. Only the crunching of his laborious chewing could be heard as he removed the knife from his lips placing it back on his pocket while licking his lips in sheer delight. His eyes once again focused on the young lady who seemed to be looking around, forcing him to retreet further back concealing his figure on the darkness of the falling winter night.
Natt, after making sure that there really wasn’t anyone around to look after the little girl, stood up from the bench she was on and walked over to the child. The snow crunched under her boots as she slowly went closer and closer to the little girl in the graveyard. The snow around her seemed to be tinted with different colors thanks to the Christmas lights glowing around her. The holiday was quickly approaching, and the city was well decorated with a large Christmas tree in the middle of the park and colorful lights all around.
“Excuse me?” Natt asked the little girl once she was a few feet away from her.
The redhead stopped what she was doing to her snowman’s head and looked up at Natt. She gave the young lady a bright smile and waved. “Hi lady!”
Natt gave the little girl a weak smile before asking the question that was most prominent on her mind. “Where are your parents sweetheart?”
“Oh, they’re not with me anymore,” the little girl answered nonchalantly. She turned back to her snowman’s head and pulled off her hat as a rosy color appeared on Nat’s cheeks and her green pupils seemed to become bigger. “But that’s okay. I know that I’m going to see them again someday.”
Natt felt her heart sink at the little girl’s short tale. She watched her place her woolen hat on top of the snowman’s head. The little girl stood up and brushed the snow off of her pants. She carefully picked up the head of her snowman with her mitten-clad hands and reached up to put it in its place. The little girl slowly frowned as she reached as high as she could. She even peaked up onto the tips of her toes. No matter how hard the little girl tried, she couldn’t reach the top of her snowman’s body to finish her creation.
Natt smiled softly at the little girl’s determination to finish her snowman. After seeing her so alone and hearing her sad story, she knew that she had to help her.
Natt crouched over and set her hands onto the ground. She cupped them as one would if they were to give someone a boost in height. “Here, let me help sweetheart.”
The little redhead beamed and stepped onto Nat’s hands. She leaned on her shoulder so she wouldn’t fall as Natt slowly lifted her up. Once the little girl could reach, she gingerly placed the snowman’s head where it belonged. Natt lowered the little girl back onto the ground. To help make sure that the head would stay in place, she packed a thin layer of snow where the snowman’s neck would be.
“Thank you nice lady!” the redhead exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around Nat’s waist and hugged her as tight as she possibly could.
“You’re very welcome,” Natt laughed, patting the little girl’s mass of curls and having forgotten all about her earlier heart aches. “And by the way, my name is Natalie. What’s yours?”
“Marie James,” the little girl proudly stated after jumping back and jabbing her mitten thumb at her chest. Her smile shined like the Christmas lights around her, warming Nat’s heart.
“Well it’s very nice to meet you Marie.” Natt smiled at the redhead and pat her head once again. “Shouldn’t you be getting home though? It’s pretty late.” Marie nodded with a hint of sadness. “Yeah, I probably should.”
The little girl threw herself at Natt and gave her one last hug. This one lasted much longer than the last, and Natt could hear a few sniffles coming from Marie.
“Aw, don’t cry sweetheart,” Natt said. She crouched down and put a hand on the little girl’s shoulder. With a warm smile, she assured her, “We’ll see each other again, I promise.”
Marie nodded and wiped at her eyes. “Yeah, hopefully.” With that last remark Natt turned on her hills glancing back at Marie over her shoulders and casting a warm smile her way as she began to walk away waving as she did a gentle breeze flowed behind her as the snow on the grave stone is blown away revealing a plaque that reads… “Here lies Marie James, a child taken by our god a little too soon. R.I.P sweet angel.” Not long after Natalie made her way through the packed streets she felt odd, as if she was being fallowed, still with a bright smile on her face she shrugged it off and continued walking now through the multitude. A few feet back the mysterious man continued to fight his way through the crowd with a displeasing expression on his face as he constantly collided with shoppers whose hands were full of bags. “I hate these filthy blood bags.” He grumbles beneath his breath. Abruptly Natt stops dead in her tracks as she looked around squinting her eyes. “Huh? Where did she go?” she thought rubbing her eyes over and over as she scanned the metropolitan area. For a second she thought she had seen little Marie on the crowd.
Moments later she gasps in surprise as her pupils greatly are enlarged with the realization that Marie was indeed walking through the crowd. “Hey! Marie!” she shouted now walking quickly through the tumult of shoppers. Marie giggled without looking back as she now began to cross the street as cars went by. “Marie! Wait! Don’t-” Natt shouted as she franticly sprinted towards the street throwing out every last concern for her reckless move as she only cared for the young girl’s safety. The shoppers from the side walk gasped in horror as they saw Natt venture out to the street shouting after someone, as cars, busses and taxies honked their horns and yelled profanities at her. “Hey lady! you got a death wish?” a taxi driver shouts out his window as he slams on the brakes harshly forced to stop within inches from colliding with Natt, who just simply gave him the finger as she tried to recover herself from what just happened.
“Marie, where did she go?” as she asks herself this she hears the familiar giggle from across the street while Marie disappears once more in to the crowds. “Hey Marie, just hold on, will you?” she says rushing to her. However Marie didn’t even looked back as she continued running haply. From a distance the man shackles as he sees the young girl coming his way. His hand wrapped tightly around the handle of the butterfly knife as a slender finger ran the length of the blade. Natt continued running through the crowd avoiding the stares and glares of shoppers as she bumped in to them. In her chest a feeling of dread began to build. In her mind the recent news reports of the resent murders in the metropolitan area re-played over and over. There had been an increase of murders in the area, all involving beautiful young ladies brutally killed. However in her frantic search for Marie her only concerned was to keep the little girl save, sadly for her Marie had completely banished and a slander boney hand wrapped around her waist pulling her harshly in to a dark street. Natt let out an unsuccessful yelp as her eyes widened. Unfortunately her yelp was heard by no one as another boney hand was clasped over her lips. A hood fell back revealing between shadows a disgusting monstrous face. The owner of the bruised, bloody and swollen face was a man, the same one who had secretly been stocking her throughout the night. Natt shook her head trying to break free and shutting her eyes tight to shake the image she was faced with. The man tightens his hold on her as he lets out a grown. “Not yet sweet angel, master is coming for you, till then I must obey and keep you here. All for master, master is the best and master deserves the best from his humble servant.” Marie’s giggle was heard from the other side of the dark street. This was enough encouragement for Natt as she summons new found strength and effortless spins around and repeatedly delivers powerful kicks between the man’s legs forcing him to fall over in pain. Frantic she spots Marie’s siluette as snow began to pave everything in pure white once more. Nat’s eyes turned a brighter green on the darkness, almost as if she had been possessed by something. “Marie!” She shouts in joy as she throws her hands around the little girl holding her to her chest. “Are you all right, were you harmed? Don’t you ever do that again! You could had died!” she continuously begins to say frantic as she holds Marie away from her body and gazed in to her eyes that seemed to be a menacing yellow now. “M-Master?” Natt asks as a smile is seen from Marie’s face, but not any ordinary smile, one adorned by sharp rows of teeth. “Yes, that’s right your master.” A groggy raspy voice coming from a siluette that now appears in front of her as Marie’s angelic innocent child features disappear. Natt can feel a cold skinny finger run along her cheek bones, a finger colder than the winter air itself, one who left behind a trail of familiar wet liquid. The bone chilling smile adorned the siluette’s face again as three drops of scarlet blood fall upon the snow coated pavement. As Natt gazed intensely at the yellow eyes staring back at her a sharp tongue darted out of the endless dark tonal behind the rows of sharp teeth caressing his lips as his face got closer to hers and his finger now roughly played with her long black silky hair. “Such an angelic beauty you are my dear.” He whispers hoarsely on her ear as his breath left a small patch of fug with each word. “Master Orlok.” Natt whispers in a seductive voice as her soft hands gently run along his neck. “Yes my dear, please your master like I know you are more than willing too.” He whispers to her as his lips now caressed her neck and his hands firmly grab each side of her slender waste, feeling the blood pulse furiously beneath her hot skin. “As you wish master, I am grateful for your humble kindness.” Natt whispers back as she feels the fabric of her sweater and undergarments being reaped apart in one swift motion. Orlok’s intense stare pored through every inch of her existence taking over her every desire as she lets out a pleased whimper feeling aroused by his touch. Orlok’s slim darkened figure now leans over Nat’s body as his large teeth plunch at once in to her neck accompanied by two glistening sharp canines. Orlok devours Nat’s neck with lust and untamed hunger, while Natt closes her eyes and murmurs his name in pure bliss, unaware of what is happening to her body. The blood cascades down Orlok’s mouth and chin as he now raps his fingers behind her head tangling them on her hair and stands up completely ripping her throat apart as blood splatters everywhere leaving an intrigued pattern of crimson on the shimmering white street. A few moments later Orlok drops the now cold body to the ground having had enough of her. His long serpentine tongue laps the blood away from his lips as he prepares to walk away from the now dead girl. A shadow is seen from down the road standing up and walking to him, it was the hooded stranger that earlier attacked Natt. “A delicious one, master?” he questions as he approaches the dark tall one. “Indeed slave; now let’s move before the body is found.” Orlok says in a demanding tone as he turns on his hills walking towards the metropolitan area while he savers the last of Nat’s blood that rests on his bloody hand. His servant nods and quickly fallows. “Will I get my souvenir for the work I did tonight, master Orlok?” Orlok casted a glare to him that could kill anyone on his tracks, his yellow eyes were the true image of dead. “You may, but be quick about it.” The servant ran back to the girl and taking his butterfly knife out gracefully cuts a finger off the girl’s hand. He stood up promptly, prize in hand as he held the delicate finger to eye level, examining it like an art collector would appreciate an art piece. He grins and putting the finger on his pocket walks to Orlok’s side that was now standing at the corner of a more lighted area. Though Orlok blended well in the crowd, his appearance did stood out for his pail complexion, tall slim figure, he was taller than the average human, his eyes held a mystic terrorizing glace glare accompanied by the yellowish color of his pupils. Not far along, in a dark road the body of Natt can be seen in the mist of the falling snow that gently fell over her as a blanket of dead, covering her scarlet siluette, for now she too was part of the dead, never more to inhibit this earth. Master and slave walk away getting lost on the crowd as a deadly tune is carried out by the frozen winds. A tune that accompanied by the jingling Silber bells could only foretell of more tragedies to come. As the children’s whispers proclaim… “Kill… kill… kill…”
Copyright 2009, Yai Fujita
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“The Impaler of Ancients”
A short tale by Rezzy64
(Warning: This story includes Sexual themes, Violence, and Gore.)
“Bring the next one!” A man yelled out to a soldier with a rough iron like Helmet. The man who had yelled was wearing extravagant and bright clothing. He seemed to be a man of royalty.
“Here is the next peasant Sir Vlad.” The soldier said as he carried a young beautiful woman who was scared and desperately trying to escape from the grips of the soldier.
“Ah... A pretty and young looking one that you brought me, it's too bad that such a young beautiful woman would harbor that horrible Prince.” Vlad said as he wiped the tears from the young girls face.
“I-It wasn't me! I swear! It was all my fathers idea! I had no choice!” The young girl yelled in a panic as she sobbed.
“Oh hush hush my beautiful young child, I understand, the situation is not fare... and of course you should not be blamed for something that your father did...” The girl seemed to stop sobbing as Vlad held on to the girls chin softly while explaining.
“Still a provider is responsible for it's family. If the man of the house says that the Prince will be harbored in the house, then the family that agrees to it is just as responsible.” Vlad said with a disappointed look on his face.
“No! No! You can't do this! It's not my fault!!” The girl yelled in Vlad's face as she began to sob.
“Soldier, take her and throw her on one of the spires with the rest of the traitors.” Vlad said quite simply to the soldier who was still holding her by the arms.
“Yes Sir Vlad.” The soldier said simply and then pulled the girl away from Vlad.
“No!!! No!!!” The girl yelled and then screamed at the top of her lungs. As she is dragged away screaming and sobbing you then see behind Vlad and a few other soldiers is an area covered with giant spires that stand up from the ground. The spires have what seemed to look like hundreds of mutilated bodies draped across the spires. Blood dribbled down in pools, organs draped across some of the bodies and spires. Many bodies were rotting and dead, some of the people were still alive and groaning as they laid upon the spires with their various sections of their bodies horrifically impaled by the spires.
You can see as the soldier with the young girl climbs up a large steep stairway that towered slightly above the large spires. He then picks the girl up and heaves her onto the spires. As soon as this happened she died immediately upon landing on the spires, with one spire that stabbed up through her chest and another that had impaled her head.
“Ah... How many more traitors are there to be rid of?” Vlad seemed to say with a satisfied look upon his face.
“It seems we have 250 more townsfolk to impale Sir Vlad.” A soldier said to Vlad.
“Oh I see, you know what, I grow tired of this stench of death. I think I will take a break for a while. I want to go and look into something that has been piquing my curiosity for some time now.” Vlad says in a curious manner. Vlad then turns towards the spires and points up towards a castle like building placed on a cliff.
“Who owns that castle?” Vlad asks looking at a soldier. The soldier then pulls out a large map.
“According to this, it's a castle outside of the towns limits, owned by a Count Orlok.” The soldier says and then he puts down the map on a wooden table.
“I see, do we know anything about this Count Orlok?” Vlad asked the soldier. The soldier then grabs a set of papers and begins to flip through them.
“We don't have much information on him. It seems he's never really seen around this town, he barely ever leaves his castle. He supposedly had the castle built about two or three years ago. Money was paid upfront for it to be built which seems to explain why it was built so quickly.” The soldier says as he seems to read over the papers.
“This is very interesting... You and two other soldiers grab a wagon and several horses, we're going up to that castle to meet this Count Orlok.” Vlad said with a large smile on his face. Immediately the soldier went over and grabbed two other soldiers that were just standing on the side, they pull out some horses and leash it down to the cart. Vlad then walks over and enters into the cart and one of the soldiers gets into the cart with him. The other two soldiers join up in front to drive the horses.
“Alright let's go and pay this Count Orlok a visit.” Vlad says to the soldiers as they begin to take off from the town up towards the cliff that the castle resides on. Vlad looks back at the area in the town he smiles as he looks at the carnage that is strewn across the spires in the middle of the town.
It begins to get very dark with a large full moon that resides beyond the castle on the cliff. A skulking tall figure with broad shoulders peeks out through a dimly lit castle window. He looks down and can see a wagon climbing up the path of the cliff towards his castle.
“Ah... A visitor... Slave!” The skulking figure slowly walks away from the window as he yells out in his cold and deep voice to his slave.
“Y-Yes Master Orlok!” A gross looking man with black hair and an eye missing with many cuts all over his face, hobbles up to the tall broad shouldered Orlok.
“We seem to be having visitors tonight... Get out the fruits and be prepared to have to cook a meal.” Orlok says to the slave. He reveals his face from the dark when speaking to the slave. You see the very frightening face of Orlok with his bright yellow eyes and razor sharp teeth. He seems to have most of his black hair but it is very frazzled and gray in some spots. His ears are pointed, he raises his hand to reveal his long fingers and razor sharp fingernails. He grabs for the torch near the window and then begins to walk down a large stairway.
“R-Right away Master Orlok!” The slave follows right behind in Orlok's shadow. Orlok then turns around very quickly in a serious manner, his body seems to do a full on twist when turning back to look at the slave.
“Also when our guests get here, be POLITE!” Orlok says in a very serious manner as he gives the slave a deathly looking gaze.
“Yes of course Master!” The Slave says as he cringes in fear. Orlok then walks down the stairs into what looks like to be a main entryway. A knocking on the extremely large doors can be heard. Orlok then hands the torch he was carrying to the slave. He grabs the torch and then walks towards the large doors to answer leaving Orlok back in the darkness. The knocking is heard again and the slave slowly opens one of the large doors. You see two soldiers in front of Vlad with one soldier to the right of Vlad.
“May I help you gentleman?” The slave says in his grisly raspy sounding voice.
“Yes is there a Count Orlok that resides in this property?” One of the soldiers asks very formally.
“Why yes, my Master, Count Orlok lives in this castle is there a reason you must see him at this hour?” The slave asks almost sounding concerned.
“Now now, my loyal Servant, these are our guests... Do not be so rude...” The cold deep sounding voice of Orlok could be heard from the shadows.
“Ah... Uh... Yes, I beg your apologies guests... Please come in.” The slave said bowing his head to the soldiers. The slave then moves to the side and presents his arm in towards the castle as if inviting them in.
“Now presenting The Prince of Wallachia, Vlad the third, Son of Dracul!” The soldier yells out presenting the prince Vlad. The two soldiers then stepped off to the side and Vlad then steps forward into the door way of the castle. He seems to peer inside as if very curious.
“Ah... Young Vlad Dracul... What brings you to my humble little castle in this lovely summer of Transylvania?” The cold sounding voice of Orlok can be heard from the dark.
“Ah, Count Orlok... I feel honored to be allowed to enter your fantastic castle, however I can not say I know of a man with much money that has the name of Orlok.” Vlad says suspiciously as he tries to squint his eyes to see past the light of the torch in attempt to see Orlok who was still in the dark.
“Ah, well young Dracul, I prefer to stay away from having a public name, I just finished spending the past... several years burying my name and fame in dirt to say it simply.” The cold voice of Orlok explained.
“Ah well a statement such as that implies that you are a man of great power, but how could I know if I'm speaking to a man of such greatness if I am not even to see the power in this great mans eyes.” Vlad says in a daring fashion for Orlok to reveal himself.
“Why of course young Vlad Dracul, how rude for a man of such power as myself to not reveal his appearance to his invited guests.” The cold sounding voice of Orlok answered back.
“Also I would appreciate it if you did not call me Dracul, Dracul is the name of my father...” As Vlad explained this Orlok came out of the shadows into the light of the torch. His monstrous body and looks seemed to spook Vlad and his soldiers. They all had jumped at the sight of his appearance.
“Ah, my Apologies Vlad, I just felt that a name such as Dracul fit the power and malice of a man such as yourself.” Orlok replied back to the very frightened looking Vlad. When speaking Orlok had revealed his razor sharp teeth to Vlad and his soldiers, Vlad's face turned pale at the sight of this.
“Vlad, what is wrong? You seem to have lost the color in your face, is something the matter?” Orlok asks sounding quite innocent in his unchanging deep and cold voice.
“W-What are you?! Some sort of Beast?!” Vlad said pointing at Orlok in a scared fashion.
“Oh Vlad, why how cruel, I invite you into my humble abode as an honored guest and you call me a beast? I do apologize for my appearance, as monstrous as I might seem, I must explain Age has not been a good friend of mine. Please understand, my Hospitality is real, and I would never hurt somebody so powerful and intimidating as youu Vlad, who is feared across the country as the notorious Impaler.” Orlok explains sounding a slight bit disappointed to Vlad's reaction. Vlad then does a slight cough as to collect himself after being complimented by Orlok.
“I... I am sorry for my reaction just now, So I see that you do know of me and my ways, I am glad that you do not fear me, that says to me that you in that case have no reason to fear me. For instance, that village down there where all the residents are being impaled for harboring a runaway prince that I sought out to kill.” Vlad speaks to Orlok in a suspicious manner after accepting the frightening look of Orlok.
“Oh, Why Vlad, I would never harbor such an evil prince, I would never do something to cause trouble for you. In fact I actually admire your work, it is amazing. You are a very great and powerful man with amazing ways of expressing your power. You not only killed the prince you were searching for but you killed all the residents that harbored the criminal, then you killed those residents families, then you killed their friends, and even their friends friends, you did this until there was no one left to speak of such an evil prince. Thus I admire the destruction of your enemies young Vlad. Just as I said before it is an honor to have you in my humble castle.” Orlok explained with a large toothy grin on his face. Immediately Vlad grew a small smile on his face, he laughed a wholesome sounding laugh that sounded gleeful.
“Ha ha! You know I think I like you Count Orlok!” Vlad says in laughter. The soldiers just look surprised to hear this from Vlad, they still seem quite frightened by Orlok's appearance.
“Well I am very glad to hear that from someone as great as you Vlad, please wont you and your soldiers come in, maybe have something small to eat.” Orlok says as he begins to walk away from the main entry way. Vlad slowly follows in after him, Vlad waves at his soldiers to come into the castle further. The soldiers cautiously follow into the dark castle behind Vlad.
“So it seems you seem to know of my fame and even enjoy it Count Orlok?” Vlad says curiously with a friendly smile on his face.
“Oh why of course Vlad, I could see from my castle windows the lovely display you have set in the town... The Spires protruding from the ground, the rotting flesh strewn across it. For a while I have been able to watch you do this and found it quite amusing. A man who fears no person and proudly displays it everywhere he goes.” Orlok responds as he raises his hand in the air as if to show off his long fingers and nails.
“This seems rather interesting, you take joy into it as if you have killed many as well.” Vlad says with a smile on his face. Orlok enters into a very large room, he then takes the torch in his hand and begins to light other torches in the very dark room. As the room becomes lit up you begin to see a magnificent room with tapestries hung on the walls and expensive looking paintings. In the middle of the room is a massive dining table with extravagant plates and eating utensils along it. In the middle there are biscuits and a large assortment of fruit in a large bowl on the table.
“Oh, I've killed a few... here and there... I actually just finished something I had to do like that a short while ago... Oh please sit down and enjoy some fruit and bread. I also have some very nice red wines that you may have.” Orlok says as he pulls out chairs for everybody to sit in at the table.
“Why thank you for your generous hospitality Count Orlok.” Vlad says as he grabs a plump looking apple out of the basket of fruits. The slave then walks over with an expensive looking bottle of wine. Orlok pulls the bottle of wine off of the tray that the slave brought it in on.
“Ah... Yes, the 1442 Vintage Chardonnay. Thank you Servant.” Orlok says as he opens up the bottle of wine.
“Just 17 years ago... It makes me think a lot has happened since then...” Vlad says as if he is reminiscing.
“Huh, 17 years ago... It feels more like 17 days to me.” Orlok says as he pours Vlad some of the wine, and then offers some to the soldiers, but they wave their hands in rejection.
“So Orlok, tell me about yourself, what is it that made you famous, are you some mysterious war general or something along those lines?” Vlad says as he takes another large bite of the apple in his hand.
“Ha ha, well you seem to be a smart man who looks out for himself, I wouldn't mind revealing some of my strange past to you. Come with me Vlad, I will show you around the castle a bit.” Orlok places his long monstrous arm around Vlad's shoulder in a seemingly friendly manner. The soldiers gain a suspicious look on their faces.
“Sir Vlad, maybe that's not a...” One of the soldiers was about to say but Orlok then turns around and glares at the soldiers with his yellow eyes that seemed to glow. The pupils of the soldiers eyes then widened dramatically.
“...maybe that's not a bad idea. Take your time, we will stand guard here Sir Vlad.” The soldier who had begun to speak finished his sentence sounding a bit more comfortable.
“Ah yes! That sounds like a fantastic idea! Show me some of your wonderful castle and stories of your intriguing past Count Orlok.” Vlad began to say almost sounding Naive. The soldiers stay seated at the table while Orlok and Vlad get up from the table. They begin to walk away as Orlok grabs for the torch he had previously in his hand to light the way. You see one of the soldiers that was sitting at the table scratch his face as if he had an itch. He began to scratch at it quite a bit, he looks down at the table and sees a sharp steak knife. He grabs the knife and then uses it to cut his face where he had begun to scratch at, the soldier simply smiles as he does this. A different soldier sees a small roach crawl on the ground. He quickly reaches down and grabs the roach and then shoves it into his mouth and begins to chew on it with a crunching sound and then swallows it whole.
“So where do you originate from Count? Where does your fame lie?” Vlad asks curiously as he walks through a long dark hall way with Orlok in front of him. The hallway was only dimly lit by the torch.
“Oh, I would explain to you my origin if I wasn't trying so hard to keep it unknown...” Orlok says in his usual deep voice.
“Well surely somebody knows of your origin and such, what could be the harm in explaining it to me Count?” Vlad asks in a desperate attempt to learn something new about Orlok.
“That would be true, if I didn't make the effort to kill everyone and destroy everything that knew about me.” Orlok says as he continues to walk with Vlad.
“You... you killed everybody that knows anything about you?” Vlad says sounding a bit spooked by this information.
“There isn't a soul that breathes or speaks of my existence to this day.” Orlok says as he turns around to look at Vlad with his large toothy smile. Vlad just looks amazed.
“Why would you do something like that?” Vlad said sounding frightened as well as amazed.
“Why? Mostly to prove that I am better. As of now, I have no enemies, no friends, I am merely just a name that is either feared or laughed at.” Orlok says as he continues to walk down the hallway.
“You just want to be better?” Vlad asked sounding a bit more terrified. Orlok then turned around very quickly and looked at Vlad intimidatingly.
“I do not want to be better Vlad Dracul, I AM better.” Orlok says in a deep cold terrifying voice.
“I-I see... I am sorry Count Orlok, my mistake.” Vlad replies in a frightened manner. Orlok simply changes his grim face to a cheery looking toothy smile.
“This is not a problem, see I enjoy your company very much Vlad, in fact I see a lot of me in you when I was at a young age. There is something that I would like to show you.” Orlok says as he continues down the long dark hallway. They soon arrive at a door reinforced with Iron and a large bolt lock on the outside of the door. Orlok carefully unlocks the door with his long fingers, and opens up the large door. He swings the large door open and you can see a set of stairs that head down.
“I see that you don't cringe at the scent...” Orlok says quietly to Vlad.
“Although the scent of rotting flesh is quite potent... I-I'm used to the smell from the rot on the spires.” Vlad says with a stutter but seems to sound confident.
“That's good to hear... Follow me down, and watch your step young Vlad.” Orlok says with his large toothy smile. He then enters into the doorway and begins to descend the staircase, Vlad follows right behind in Orlok's tall shadow.
They continue to go down the long stair case, Vlad's nose twitches as a sign that the smell of rot has become more potent.
“Now step easily young Vlad, this is an important area that I spend many nights in.” Orlok says as he shows with his torch a large room with a dirty floor lain out in stone. Many large dried blood stains covered the stones that made up the floor. As Vlad continued to look at the floor he then jumped at the sight of a young woman's dead naked body lying on the ground. Her neck was torn into where you can see ripped flesh and tissue protruding from the disgusting gape in the dead girls neck. Most of the blood had already let out so she wasn't profusely bleeding. She looked pale and cold.
“Good God! What is this mess!” Vlad yells in almost a panic.
“You shouldn't be so shocked Vlad, even I know that you have done much worse than this. This is my personal feeding chambers... where I enjoy my various intimate meals. That was dinner two nights ago... I might have to clean it up... eventually. This over here however happens to be tonight's.” Orlok says this as he steps away from the dead body on the ground and moves towards another girl who was beautiful and completely naked, shackled with a chain to the wall. The girl looks up at Orlok and instead of showing a look of fear she grows a huge smile on her face, she seemed to have large pupils on her eyes and very red cheeks.
“Oh Master you have returned to me! I have missed your presence! Please do with me what you will!” The girl seemed to yell at Orlok in excitement. Vlad had a look of surprise and confusion rather than horror.
“I don't understand this... she doesn't seem scared in the least, and... and... you feed on her?!?” Vlad looks almost horrified. Orlok frees the girl from the shackles and she is immediately on her hands and knees. The naked girl crawls towards Orlok and hugs his leg very lovingly.
“Stand up girl.” Orlok spoke coldly and the girl then stood up straight. Vlad looked on speechless as if amazed to see the girl's naked body. Orlok then put his index finger to the girls smooth belly. He then began to make a cut with his razor sharp finger nail up from her belly towards her cleavage onto her left breast and then towards the side of her neck. The girl gave out a small sexual groan from the deep cut that was made.
“Feed me your taste girl.” Orlok says coldly to the young girl. The girl then rubs the cut near to her belly to smear her finger with blood, she then begins to lift her finger towards Orlok.
“No girl, give me a real good taste.” Orlok said to the girl who then pulled back her finger.
“Y-Yes Master...” The girl said sensitively, she then took her finger back over the cut on her belly and pushed her finger deep into the wound. She screamed at this that sounded in pain as well as possibly in pleasure. She then pulled her finger out which was heavily covered in blood and put it in front of Orlok's face where he licked it clean.
“Y-You take this a level way higher then me... what are you some sort of... of Devil?!” Vlad yelled out looking quite flustered by the situation as well as a bit frightened. Orlok had in one quick motion that seemed too quick to be seen by the eye, had moved behind Vlad and put his hand on his shoulder where the blood of the girl dripped from the fingernail he used to cut her onto Vlad's shoulder. Orlok brought his mouth very close to Vlad's ear.
“I'm not a Devil Vlad, I'm a God. You Vlad, are the Devil.” Orlok says in his deep cold voice that was low like a whisper.
“I do not understand what you speak of in what looks to be a disgusting ritual.” Vlad stammers not moving from his position.
“You easily live a joyful life of pain and misery that is put upon others. The joy of causing pain and death to even your most powerful of enemies with them simply coming back to you begging and pleading for you to torture them more until they are cold and lifeless. A beautiful lifestyle for creatures such as me and people such as you. A Devil such as your self can only cause pain and destruction until it collapses on top of you ultimately leading to your fall and soon to be death. I am offering you a gift that no one else has. I'm offering you... the power of a God...” Orlok says this in a very sly manner with a small smile on his lips.
“The p-power of a God... H-How...? What...?” Vlad says sounding as if he does not understand any of it.
“A gift of power from the most powerful God that walks the Earth... Admit it Vlad, We are one in the same... but my methods and power are better...” While Orlok says this the naked girl with the large cut gets back down on the ground and crawls over the cold and dead girl laying on the ground, heading towards Orlok. She then moves towards Orlok and embraces his leg tightly. Vlad carefully watched this happened and looked deeply intrigued by it.
“Alright... I want to join you... Your power seems to be... amazing... to have a person serve for you in pain such as that.” Vlad seemed to say with a slight uneasiness.
“Good, you will be the last one under my name to have the power of a God... but first, before we deal business I would like to feast. I suggest you pay attention.” Orlok says this to Vlad as he pets the naked girls head that was embracing Orlok's leg.
“Stand up again girl.” Orlok says coldly.
“Yes Master.” The girl says very simply.
“I am going to tear your neck open and then drink all the blood that comes out of it, after that you will die a slow and extremely painful death as you bleed out.” Orlok says this in an extremely serious manner.
“Yes Master please enjoy my body as you please, to die in serving you is my greatest wish.” The naked girl said as she embraced Orlok. Orlok smiled and then swept the girls long hair back, as he did this she was very red in the cheeks and she gave a look of bliss. Orlok then grabbed the girls waist tightly as his nails stabbed at her flesh brutally. He then revealed his razor sharp teeth and dug them into her neck. The girl seemed to scream in pleasure and pain, but the screaming stopped quickly due to the penetration of Orlocks teeth had cut her throat deeply enough to sever her vocals. She had a look of pleasure on her face as tears ran down her cheeks. Orlok then jerked his arms to the left while he jerked his head to the right. Her neck was then brutally ripped open, you could see her torn throat slip out of the gigantic wound in her neck, blood flew everywhere and then it started to pour out of her neck. He then lifted her up and poured the blood into his mouth from her body. In all of this Vlad had a small amount of blood that had splattered across his face. He had a look of horror for about a minute that then slowly turned into a smirk, and then a smile. By the end he had a large smile across his face.
“If I become a God... my enemies will give up their lives to me... just like the girl...” Vlad seemed to mumble to himself with a hysterical look on his face. Orlok tosses the body onto the ground and licks his hands and teeth clean.
“Well I apologize for the mess... well now that that is over, shall we get back to business. What do you think, also mind you this is a once in a life time offer. You are the last one I am willing to create, after this I am done.” Orlok explains.
“Y-Yes! I-I will do it! With the power of a God on my side I will conquer all enemies that oppose me!” Vlad said excitedly after getting over his uneasiness.
“Good, I will begin Immediately, in fact if you're fast enough, you can have what's left of this young girl, which will save me the trouble of having to hunt a new one. So just do exactly what I tell you.” Orlok says this and grabs Vlad and then brings his mouth close to his neck.
“Whoa wait! Will this be painful?” Vlad asks Orlok before he bites.
“Oh yes it will painful, but don't worry, after you die it stops hurting.” Orlok says with a laugh and then bites hard into Vlad's neck. Vlad has a look of surprise and pain but he then closes his eyes and all is dark.
“Well Vlad, you've had about a year of my training, how do you feel? Are you about ready to return to your army and bring your enemies to their knees?” Orlok says to Vlad who's appearance has slightly changed. He has two fang like canines and he is paler, but he still looks like a normal human being.
“I am glad to have had your teaching and care Orlok, but I still have many questions.” Vlad says to Orlok as he sits at the large dining table.
“Well what might that be, I will be glad to explain things to you.” Orlok says as he looms over the table in a haunting manner.
“Orlok, I understand what we do and why we do it, but what are we, is there a name for us?” Vlad asked as he rubbed his fangs with his thumb.
“A name? I never thought of something as that. I've been called an Eater of Man mostly.” Orlok says as he seems to think about it carefully.
“So we are Man Eaters?” Vlad asked unsatisfied with the answer.
“Sure, I don't see why a name would be so important in the first place.” Orlok answered quite simply with a toothy smile.
“I also never got to ask... Why are you so much different looking then I am and we are also very different in power, you being so much more powerful.” Vlad asks still looking curious.
“I'm better than you Vlad, I always will be and that will never change, and if you ever try to change that I will end you, as I did with every underling I made before you, that's why what I say to you is so important to be listened to.” Orlok says grimly to Vlad.
“Yes Count Orlok!” Vlad said sounding very scared.
“I am about to tell you some very important things and you better remember this for as long as you live.” Orlok begins to explain. Vlad simply nods his head.
“Okay, with these words, I will change the world... First of all, you know that simple transformation technique I taught you?” Orlok asks Vlad very seriously.
“Of course I do... but all I can turn into is a wolf...” Vlad says sounding disappointed with himself.
“That ability ends with you. You can not tell anybody how it is done, not even your own underlings, if you do... I will know and I will kill them as well as you. Next thing, You know that Christian religion that's been adopted a lot lately?” Orlok asks still looking at Vlad very seriously.
“Yes I have, they seem to slowly have become one of the largest religions around, what about them?” Vlad asks wondering what Orlok's point was.
“Well from what I understand, they seem to yell about being able to kill demons and such. So tell every Man Eater you meet and create that Christian related objects are dangerous.” Orlok says with a big grin on his face revealing most of his dangerous teeth.
“That sounds dumb, why would you come up with something like that?” Vlad asked looking irritated by this idea.
“Think about it Vlad, if this happens people will surely learn about Man Eaters, we will be known as the creatures that can be killed by the largest religion. People will come looking for us, hunting for us, being afraid of us. Plus with them thinking Man Eaters are weak to something as silly as that they will become defenseless in thinking that they will be fine.” Orlok explains to Vlad. Vlad thinks about it and then smiles at the idea.
“Next, I want you to talk about me carefully. This is important, tell stories about me to other Man Eaters. Never tell them that I created you. Tell about me as a ghost story... I will make sure that you will become the most powerful and infamous Man Eater in the world, second to me of course, and others will know of you Vlad, and when people ask what the most powerful Man Eater is scared of, you tell them, Orlok.” Orlok explains very carefully with his scary smile. Vlad smiles at this idea.
“Orlok, you are a genius!” Vlad exclaims.
“Of course, I am a God after all. Well Vlad, one last thing. I am leaving here to go where I please, so in honor of the last Man Eater I will ever create, I will leave you this castle and everything that resides within it. You will be on your own from now on. I wish you well on a long and prosperous life my good friend, good luck with your revenge. I bid you farewell Count Vlad.” Orlok says as he begins to walk away from the table.
“T-Thank you Lord Orlok! ... Count Vlad...? That sounds horrible though... I need a name that will strike fear into the hearts of millions of people if I am to become famous. What do you think Lord Orlok?” Vlad asks Orlok as he walks closer towards the entryway of the castle.
“Your father was always a fearful man, why not adopt his spoken name Vlad?” Orlok said as he began to open the large castle door.
“...Dracul?” Vlad asked in question.
“Well, until we meet again... Count Dracula.” Orlok said as he left into the darkness of the late night with the moon shining upon him.
“... Count Dracula... An appropriate name for me Lord Orlok, but will people really remember and fear a name such as that?” Vlad says to himself as he watches Orlok walk out into the dark and then in the blink of an eye, he's gone.
Copyright 2009, Michael Reznick
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Here is my next short story, I hope u all enjoy, needless to say, u have all been warned by Rezzy to what u will face on these shorts. Enjoy!
"Sacrifitze of Ancients"
The moon sat high in the darkened evening sky; the stars were almost hidden in the deep blackness of the night. Clouds swirled overhead like wispy candyfloss in a dank foreboding grayish shade.
The night air was chilled so cold that it could be felt in the very heart of the soul; it froze the bones so that enough to unable a person to move one step or bend one finger. The wind blew silently down the many streets and back alleys of the vast village that sat at the very bottom of the mountain. Everything was silent, so quiet the squeak of a mouse could be heard from no less than a mile away wherever anyone stood. The houses looked dark and seemed to stand ominously either side of the empty streets, appearing to loom crookedly over the street itself. No lights gleamed from the windows only more blackness hiding what lies behind the curtains.
The immeasurable gates to this endless, complex maze of houses and streets slowly seemed to creak open, letting the light of the moon seep through the gap between them as they opened, little by little more and more flooding into this darkening abyss. As the gates creaked further and further open a black silhouette appeared through in the moonlight that shone through, it was tall, too tall to be any normal figure of a man or woman. Though it also seemed thin, surely something so tall could not be so thin?
The gates seemed to pause only open wide enough for the silhouetted character to enter through, it was then that the sounds of horse’s hooves could be heard to echo off the city walls. This was not just one tall figure at all but a rider, the horse a murky brown in color though this was not so clear in the darkness of the night. It was as the first passed through the gates that soon a second could be seen entering behind, then a third, fourth, there were five in total that rode through the gate that night. Ominously trotting through, in a slowed, almost snail-like pace.
Their face’s remained hidden through a hooded cloak that robed each of them, keeping the cold from biting at their skin, the back of the cloak seemed to hang over the horse, swooping down the flanks of its hind and flowing to cover to the horse’s tail which protruded from underneath it. The rider’s hands gripped tightly onto the reins, their fingers curling around them, their own hands bound in tight brown leather to keep out the harsh cold.
The all followed the first that lead them single file down the main street into the heart of the village. Their hooves echoing portentously as they moved off into the thickening blackness of the night sky. The curved and winded their way through the different street’s as they headed to the top of the village, towards the great mansion house castle that sat there. However once they reached the centre, once they set hoof upon the stone mosaic flooring of the village’s central plaza, only the rider to the head of the group continued on towards the north. The others split, each heading in several different directions about the village. The split off east and west, then further heading off till each headed to a different corner of the village. Slipping unseen into the corners of its everlasting shadow, in this chill and sinister night of late autumn. From behind half open curtains curious eyes wondrously stared at the new arrivals of the village, for they had left behind an unholy feeling of darkness and dread. The silence of the quiet cold night was broken by a sharp horrifying cry that cuts through the tension on the air like a knife through butter. The curious villagers were startled by the horrific cry; it was the cry of a toddler.
“Another one.” A masculine voice whispers to another figure standing paralyzed in fear. “That’s the 15th child this month.” A frail female voice whispers back between the shadows of the dark house. A comforting hand lands gently over her shoulder as a prayer could be heard on the distance. “You shall not fear, the infant is safe, he won’t be taken from us.” The male voice comforted the women the best he could as tremors of fear and horror ran through the frail one’s body, terrors of what destiny despair for her youngling. Slowly villagers began to emerge from their homes, instantly baith in the condemning moonlight as they gathered in front of the church where the holy priest was offering his prayers to the heavens above. The church bells rang twice as a women dressed in black and with a dark vale over her face, concealing all her captivating features cried her soul out for the lost of her infant child. Many looked at her with petty; others felt their heart’s shrink for her greaves. However the voice of the gosphul was ever present, as some condemned the events to be a divine punishment for her sins. “Witch... she should be burned... Serbs her right... sinner… you shall never look upon the grace of our divine god...” where some of the comments of the towns people as a higherarkical meeting
Of the village leaders was called upon. Before dawn a decision must have been reached.
Meanwhile on a remote side of the village a group of figures could be seen, they had been the ones from earlier in the night, carefully they dismounted their horses and walked towards a
Modest house, yet this particular house had a hunting feeling about it. Death lurked all over it like an inviting mist. Their leader approached the door and knocked once. He was greeted by a beauty unlike no other, women of long brown hair and of enchanting blue eyes capable of making a man fall on his steps. As the women beckons the four men in the sky outside turns murky, a sure sign of things to come. The man nods once and fallowed by his companions he walked in. The scent of decaying flesh felled their nostrils’ instantly as the lustful fragrance of the priceless crimson liquid delicately mixed with it. Shadows crept over the wooden walls accentuated by the deam malevolent light of a few candles. The women slides open a door that shrieks’ like nails on a board, upon entering a much smaller room decor with Satanist artifacts’ the four strangers were greeted by three others, two equally beautiful woman and a tall well built man, rather young for his unseemed age. “Welcome good friends.” The man’s cold voice resounds towards the room. “We are grateful that you have agreed to give us shelter, but I am afraid we bring with us only bad news.” The leader of the four says as his gaze falls upon the stacked walls of human flesh, bodies after bodies piled on top of each other. Some in advanced stages of decay, others, only dead a few hours ago. Faint movement could still be seen through the lifeless limbs of some, as if they refused to die. All over the floor stains and puddles of bright red blood could be seen. “and, what news might those be?” a women standing far along the corner asks as she sensually licks her bottom lip. “Rumors have been foretold around these regions that...” The tall man nearest the door began to speak, but upon the thought of his name chokes on his words. “That.. What?” The second women who stood near a window asks tossing her moonlight hair to the side. “The one called Orlok is coming.” Another of the new arrivals says in a low whisper that could almost not escape his lips. Tension felled the room on the mention of Orlok’s name. “How long do we have to complete our ritual?” The tall man that accompanied the two females asks while walking to an infant, who was tied up by chains and shackles to a marble stone. The infant’s who’s cries had been ignored till now began to cry even louder as the looming shadow of the man came closer to his defenseless being. The four visitors shrugged. “When he will come it is unknown, but we presume that before morrow the one called Orlok will be knocking at our door steps.” The leader spoke now in a stronger tone. “Then we shall hurry, for his demise is near.” A sinister laughter felled the room as the tiny infant, no older than 2 years old shook and shivered with every scream of terror. “There is one more pure soul we must capture and before mid hours the preparations shall be completed.” Said the brown hair women as her long nails stroke the face of the infant drawing a thin string of blood from him and savoring its blissful heavenly taste. “Such sweet taste, wasted on so undeserving creations.” She remarks as her eyes turn a darker shade. The rest of the people present nod in agreement as they gather around the poor child.
Overlooking the town like a menacing shadow was the hunting presence of a mysterious castle, upon which, no living being with a rightful mind dare to venture near, for it was foretold that great evil will fall on the one daring to set foot on cursed grounds. No one knew of its origins, or its habitants, even the year it was build was uncertain to all, for they labeled the tales pure legends, folk tales use to frighten the weak minded. High upon a tower a pair of yellow eyes could be seen, pouring in to the night, taking everything in, awaiting for the right moment, the most precise to strike. His nostrils’ flared upon the morbid sent the cold air carried to his nose. “There is no doubt, I must eliminate them, and there should only be one of us roaming this forsaken world, not more, not less. Only those who have the will to hold such power and use with dexterity.” He mumbles to himself as a figure approaches him. “More impurities to kill master Orlok?” says his faithful slave of many years. “Indeed slave, they still lingered this planes.” Orlok replies, his voice growing colder with each pronounced word. His slave knowing best took a few steps back as he could feel the primal animalistic instincts of his master take over, nothing could save those forsaken creatures of the night from Orlok’s rage. In the blink of an eye Orlok had disappeared from his earlier position over the window frame and as the slave looked around he realized Orlok was no-where in range, or in the castle’s premises. The face of the slave contorted in ways humanly impossible making his monstrous figure protrude more through the nightly shadows. On his way out of Orlok’s chamber he spotted a spider crawling up the cold stone walls, with swift agility he captured the insect and in a matter of seconds he had digested the succulent treat. “Master Orlok will put an end to all you mishaps of the night, only master Orlok shall rule these lands, for he is the lord of this realm.”
Another scream pierced the night, this one louder and more terrorizing than the one before. Down at the village the villagers froze once again in terror as a figure leaped out of a house with a small bundle in hand and fleeing to the forest. “MY CHILD! MY CHILD, NO!” the desperate cry of a mother reverberated through everyone as her tear felled eyes looked at every face surrounding her. “Someone, do something! Don’t just stare at me like that! Can’t you see my child has been taken away?” the woman continued to plead to empty shells, everyone’s gaze turned cold, murder written on their faces. Desperate the women ran to the forest as tears ran down her face. “I will not stand and watch like the others, my soul is clean from seen, my conscious is clear and my heart is pure, I have done no wrong.” She thought as she ran deeper in to the forest, her senses tuned to the cries of her infant child. “You horrid creatures, you call yourselves children of god?” questions the women who’s child had been stolen earlier in the night. Everyone’s accusatory gaze fell on her. “SILENCE!” ordered the village leader. “You shall not question our will, or the will of our benevolent god.”
Reprimanded now the priest. The women’s face contorted with rage, anger sparked in her eyes like a fuel had been added to her greave for a lost child. “You are the sinners, you who hide behind the false believe of god are the ones who shall be burned alive. You cold heartless creatures who bask in the believe of a god and feel blest to be his children.” As she says this her finger points at each one of them. “WICH!” they all yelled in unison. “Witch, for having lost my child to heaven knows what kind of creature; you call me witch…” the women broke off in a hysterical laughter. “Such irony, I the mother who’se hands have been emptied, whose only reason to leave have been taken, I now have been labeled a witch, while all of you are here doing nothing, wasting time, accusing me, while your unprotected infants are at risk, you rather be here adding more injury to the all ready shattered soul of a mother, whose child has been taken. ALL OF YOU SHALL BE PUNISHED BY GOD!” these were the last words that ever came out of the women’s mouth. A spark of silver clashed with the condemning glow of the cold moon light. Flesh was ripped, blood splattered out in all directions depriving life from yet another human being on earth. A thump was herd on the stone floor as the head of the women fell upon the beater surface fallowed by her lifeless body. The punishing blade was once again sealed on its shead as blood zipped through the cracks of the withered stones in front of the holy house of god. No one said a word, no one moved, not even a tear was ched.
The rustling of leafs and the sudden abrupt snap of twiques could be heard on the distant forest as two figures, one a beast of the night, another child of god met, their purpose the same, their goals much different. Neither said a word, only exchanged looks could tell it all.
As the destination of the second infant was reached the eight people at the small house began their preparations, mid-night was quickly approaching and the opportunity was not to be wasted. The two children were placed next to each other at a clearing of the forest. Their bodies had left behind a trail of dirt and blood as they were unceremoniously dragged through the damp ground. All eight individuals now gathered around the two, their eyes had a malevolent glow and had became much darker with the desire they were soon to have. As they chanted a satanic prayer their sharp teeth were revealed, their gaze became stronger their voices louder, their desire and lust for what power was in store for them cuts through the air like racer sharp daggers. Claws appeared in their hands as they let out a deathning cry as they all launched themselves at the tiny bodies, their claws and teeth ripped their flesh apart like if it was silk. Their prime most animalistic instincts took over their every sense clouding reasoning as the eight figures indulged themselves in the sweet scarlet nectar of young pure life. Little by little the blood was drained of the two toddlers life had faded completely and their souls had fled their empty shells. They had taken flight to a better place. The beasts continued their feast, becoming completely engrossed and aroused by their doings as blood flowed freely down their mouths, chins, and hands and even further down their figures. Suddenly an overwhelming presence was felt, one that made everything stand still for what seemed like an eternity. As the seven figures gazed upwards all they could see was a pair of menacing yellow eyes staring back at them. A cynical and sadistic smile fallowed by the familiar sound of flesh being torn as it was the only greeting Orlok gave them. His claws penetrated deep in to their chests and guts as he yanked their organs one by one out. They all screamed in pain, a cry so frightening that could only come from the deeps of hell itself. Little by little their bodies faded from existence, some in to ashes that were scattered by the wind, some in to a putrid pile of decaying flesh. Orlok turned around to greet his earlier acquaintance with his sharp monstrous smile. His graceful companion turned out to be no other than the town’s women who had run after her child. She smiled sweetly at him, unfazed by the display she just witnessed and with enlarged pupils walked up to him and pulled Orlok in to a tight embrace. “Come girl, we shall find a more soothing place.” He pulls her closer to his body as the two disappear from the area only to re-emerge in the private sanctuary of Orlok’s castle. “Master Orlok, welcome back.” Greeted the slave as he feasted on a plate of insects. Orlok dropped the women to the floor and simply nods at the disfigured slave. “Get up.” He commanded to the girl as she promptly got to her feet. Orlok smiles and traces the outline of her face, down her neck, arms and further along the side of her body. The women smiles as he steps back and begins to walk down a long dark corridor. Willingly and without any orders the women fallowed him. The slave began to wizle as the two disappeared in to Orlok’s feeding chambers. Upon arriving Orlok losing no time pinned her against the wall and gave her a lustful look. “Strip off those clothes girl.” He commanded in an icy tone. “Yes master, as you wish master.” The women complied as she slowly removed each piece of clothing, one by one, with each passing second more of her fare skin complexion was revealed to Orlok. A long boney finger stretched towards her neck as her body shatters in pleasure. Orlok’s sharp finger nails puncture her flesh as blood slowly began to trickle staining the girl’s complexion now a vibrant red. Orlok’s gaze intensified more as his nails continued to cut down her cleavage, and stomach. His long slick tongue darted out of the dark cave that was his mouth and licked his lips once as he leaned closer to her and whispered to her ear. “Feed me your taste girl.” The girl nods as her delicate fingers scoops some of the divine liquid that gave her life and letting out a painful cry places it on his welcoming mouth. Her pupils are now larger than before as Orlok abruptly removes her finger from his mouth and sinks his sharp teeth all at once on her neck ripping her throat apart, splattering blood all over the place and himself as he continues to feed on his pray for the night. Tonight had been a very good one for him, for he got rid of those pesky night walkers and had a succulent meal as a reward. After he had enough of the women he threw her to the side and wiping himself clean of any leftover walked out of the chamber as the sun was just about to rise, marking the beginning of another day for the world.
Not far away in the village the people were outraged in regards of the events from the prior night. The streets were empty; silence was the only thing that could be heard, no presents, and no children’s, no one dared to step outside. The church bells began to ring profusely inviting the habitants to early mass, but no one dared to go. A vale of fear and despaired had fallen over the once a long time peaceful village.
However, outside the village was a different story, crowds of angry villagers plagued the forest, upheld by the atrocities in front of their eyes they could not move or give credit to what they saw.
“Who in gods will would dare to commit such heinous rituals?” a few of them exclaimed horrified. “No other than sinners, those who don’t deserve the grace of our god, unholy night walkers.” Another responded having a hard time to understand what in front of his eyes was displayed.
“We should obliterate them all!” a group exclaimed. “Yes! Not one should be left alive.” “We should burn them all in front of every villager, and those who dare to sin, take this as an example.” The village leader retorted.
“Then we should start by going to that castle that is where most of them should be.” Another villager suggested pointing to the castle that could be seen over the lush green forest. Everyone nodded in mutual agreement as they all headed torches in hand up to the castle of Lord Orlok.
Copyright 2009, Yai Fujita
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