Chapter Four ~Serenity~

Rain beat down on my face, the harsh drops like ridged pieces of ice slicing through my skin. It was a welcomed pain after those hot lustful moments with my master. Part of me wanted to be back there hidden away in that small ruined house, locked behind a rotted wooden door exploring every inch of him, but I couldn't say what he wanted to hear. In the first two centuries I served under him I wanted nothing more than the honor of being in his bed, but I had changed in this last century. Something inside of me had changed. Every time our passions ignited that something gripped at my gut, twisting it into knots of sickening pain searing through his hypnotic seduction.

I rejected him, turned my back on the sexual desire that had been building inside me, subjecting myself to his seething rage. He lashed out like a caged animal, aggravated, pent-up, and seeking retribution for his bruised ego. The broken rib he gave me had already healed, but the phantom pain of it still lingered. A reminding sting of his violent reaction to my withdraw, he was never gentle with me.

Memories of how he treated the girl clouded my mind, fueling a rage I could barely understand. I needed an outlet, something to vent this rage and un-quenched desire on, the creature inside me demanded it. It had been pent up for far too long, locked away behind my iron will that listened only to my mortal voice. The second my master's blood touched my lips it had roared back to life, so deprived of the blood it longed for in the last few months, and it had been years since I had partaken of Vondorian.

That was what set me apart from other vampires, for some reason a part of me remained mortal. Without continuous exposure or consumption of blood the creature inside me slept, but it had awakened from its peaceful sleep and was now clawing under my skin. This thing inside me was a sexual creature. Sexual and violent. It rode the fine line between bloody massacre and intense sexual satisfaction. It wouldn't know the difference between my master fucking it or a violent killing spree. For that reason the rouge men that had come to the mainland looking for supplies would have to die in painful ecstasy.

A part of me felt sorry for them as I watched their silhouettes against the soft glow in the large tent, studying their movements that seemed to become more drunken as time passed. There was no challenge in this, but my creature still flexed and purred sensing the thrill of oncoming carnage.

"Keep it clean. Keep it simple." Were the last words Master had spoken to me after beating my body to his satisfaction. Master Vondorian's instructions were to make it look typical—as if there was anything typical about the situation. I knew what he wanted though, clean, neat kills done by my blade and not my claws. I was here to frame the rouges for the young girl's kidnapping, stage a daring rescue scene where none of the men lived to speak the truth. Too bad my creature had other plans.

The last light finally vanished from the tent, silence from within and the storm humming outside. Prey lay before me sparking a thrill that slithered through my body, coursing through my veins with feverish heat. Pearl white fangs inched slowly from under my gums dripping with saliva, hungry to pierce flesh. I unfastened the cloak from around my neck allowing it to fall to the ground with a sloshy thud. My sword fell next, I wouldn't be needing it tonight despite my master's orders. The idea of disobedience tingled in my mind, setting ablaze every impure thought I could entertain. Slipping the soaked shirt off my body it too added to the mounting pile of belongings, discarded with everything else I would not be needing.

My nails started to expand, moving outward into unnaturally sharpened points as I unlaced my boots. Taking my time tugging each strand from the intricate loop system before discarding them as well. The creature inside growled, thickening the scarlet of my eyes and pumping adrenaline to my unworldly strong muscles. An addictive hormone that had my whole body captured in its high, the creature nothing more than an addict.

I am alive.

Completely and wholly alive. Standing here among the gods' tempest that raged against my own, building an unnatural force of destruction. My naked body a mockery against their raging efforts, undeterred by the violence.

Turning my attention to the darkened tents, my humanity slipped completely into the shadow of my creature. Whatever caring voice that lived inside me, that screamed this was wrong, had retreated. It sank back and cowered in fear of the thing I relinquished myself to.

Circling the tent my body now responded to the will of the creature, moving to its murderous desires. Long deadly claws reached out to brush lightly against the fabric of the tent. It made a sound like some small animal scratching at the side, but the sound rang out against the heavy wind. The rest of the world seemed to grow silent, and just that scratching could be heard.

There is no challenge in this! My mortal mind yelled attempting to make one last plea for these men.

So my creature would just make it more thrilling. It would toy with them, play against their fears of the unknown. The allure of death alone was nothing compared to screaming victims, a heated battle, or the thickening fear in a man that knew of his coming doom.

Someone moved inside the tent, low whispers followed, sending my heart racing forward, pumping the adrenaline faster into my system, the high growing stronger. More voices whispered in question, my movement quickened, jumping from one side of the structure to the other, wracking my claws against the thin threaded shield that protected my victims.

Subtle scratches turned to needy slashes as the tent’s feeble fabric gave away under my claws. The thick heavy scent of pure fear mixed with the sting of alcohol was swept out by the wind’s combination of godly rage and electrifying power.

Clanging swords sounded inside the tent, frantic fumbling for items that were mindlessly discarded in a drunken stupor. Anything to stop their sealed fate. My creature bellowed from deep within my chest, sending the men into a frenzy of terrified gasps.

It’s time, the creature purred not able to contain the insane desire rushing through our veins.

My body lunged forward slicing through the thin boundary that lay before me. Reducing it to scraps of fabric that blew helplessly in the storm. Sweaty, salty flesh met my fangs sending a pleasured moan out into the chaos. My body sparked to life, my core filled with soaking warmth. Voices yelled, swords clashed, and still they did not witness me drink their friend dry or the writhing pleasurable state it put me in. The next victim died without any delay as my claws slashed through his neck with ease, spraying the others in warm inviting blood. The edge of death that now hung in the air stiffened my nipples and made my body tingle with sweet shivering pleasure. Delightful crimson coated the screaming men that slashed senselessly at anything that moved, some even striking a fellow member of their party. Others missed by miles, fear rose off them like a thick pungent nectar fueling my creature, and darkening my already tainted soul.

It happened so fast, in seconds really, I immobilized them by slicing knees, removing legs, arms, any body part that could be detached without killing the host. Because then…then the fun started.

I made the others watch as I ravaged one body after another. Discarding limbs, organs, and other bits like a wild animal in the middle of a feast. Suggestive moans escaped my lips as endless amounts of blood passed over them. As I drank from the last warm body the power of the storm seemed to settle, lulling to a steady downpour of saddened rain. Thunder rumbled like the soft growling of a defeated foe in the distance. The gods had surrendered. Bowed before the violence I unleashed upon these men. My victory heated me to a feverish pitch, warm sticky blood covered my body tainting my scent with death.

A needy purr rumbled in my stomach as I traced my bloodied figure with wandering hands. Feeling my own sensual curves with death-fueled desire, I found the folds of my sex so easily and slid my fingers into the wetness, my creature purred louder. The night's carnage had whipped it into a frenzy. Each touch against my needy sex was skilled and knowledgeable like only a person who truly knew themselves could manage. Erotic moans howled against the weakened rumble of thunder, the gods' last protest to the mockery I was making of them. Pleasuring myself in front of them amidst their fading tempest, soaked in the blood of men, and exposed to the elements.

Release built so quickly in my core, rushing forward with each pleasured stroke of my fingers. I hit my knees not able to steady my shuddering body, my free hand tugged at one of my nipples sharpening the firm point. It elicited pain that faded into pure pleasure, a prefect accent to the steady strokes between my legs.

My creature grunted and groaned for the end, with one final stroke I sent myself over that edge. The orgasm quaked from deep within my core releasing every caged desire I had denied myself. The sounds of pure ecstasy yelled out against the steady patter of rain beating down upon the muddy earth.

Gorged, pleasured, and stained with mortal blood my other half retreated back to its slumber... For tonight.