Malice Maze

Chapter 23
Roxy’s Stand

Roxy pulled herself from the waters, dripping with the cleansing spring waters that flowed through the caves. Each hand held tight to the knives she had lost earlier and with those knives she had a regained sense of strength. She needed it immediately upon her emergence from the waters.

The famor had gathered close, all of them awaiting her as she pulled herself from the waters, and as if they knew what she was up to they closed in and began to attack her. This time they fought with a little more piss and vinegar, out to harm her though not kill her. They wanted to render her incapable of leaving and they were a combined force against her weakened one. She would not give up. As claws and teeth shredded at her she saw them for what they really were, unformed vampires. Their teeth elongated their fangs more poignant than even before, and with a group effort they dragged her down and began sinking teeth into her skin and draining her of her blood. She was not going to go down so easily. She swung at them all; her knives still the direct marks they had always been and hitting their marks every time. Where one fell two would take his place and jump upon her. She was swarmed by bodies and swiftly losing blood and energy and still she fought. She would not die down here in these caves and she would not be impregnated by one of these monsters!

Her fight for supremacy in the caverns below the earth was a long one, but she was prevailing. She was fighting them faster now than they could take her over. Her knives swept with deadly speed and accuracy, her fight now for her life, for her very being. Famor fell around her, the creatures dying off swiftly and she began to push herself to her feet. She did not notice the eyes in the background, waiting, watching. She only knew she was fighting desperately for self-preservation. They would gnaw off her legs to keep her there and she would not allow it.

Her knife sliced through their necks, cutting off important limbs, leaving what would amount to teenagers writhing in their deaths, for she did give them swift deaths. She did not wish to torture creatures, torture was never what she was about. She wanted quick deaths. The only men who had ever deserved torture by her hand were the guards who had raped her sister.

She was growing weaker and she once again was covered in the blood of her enemies, along with her own. She fell to her knees and kept slicing. She was going down swinging if she had to go down at all.

Her knife stopped making contact and to her ultimate surprise it was not from her exhausted state, it was that there were no more of them for her to take down. She was surrounded by a litter of bodies, nothing mobile. She pushed herself to her feet delicately her body shivering and shaking. She stepped towards the edge of the waters and debated one more dip to wash herself clean of the grime. She never had her option. A sharp pain shot up her wrist causing her to drop one of the knives. She looked down and saw the last Famor, the one who had used her body the most, the one who she had assumed was the oldest, at her wrist draining her blood, his teeth tearing hard at her wrist. What had her hesitate was that his eyes were gazing up at her and locking on to hers. His eyes saw… he was not blind like the rest of them. He saw her and it showed his age. He had been around before they had evolved into blind creatures of the dark. He was more human, more vampire, than he was true Famor. Roxy screamed, wanting to put an end to this disgusting race, and her other knife found its mark, his skull. She drove the knife down upon his skull and released it, stepping back in hopes he would fall away from her.

What she forgot was that with age in a vampire, unlike a mortal, comes strength and wisdom. He did release her wrist, but only so he could throw her onto the rocky cavern ground and lift her legs high. From the blood loss and her now ruined wrist she could not gain the strength to fight him and he entered her, pushing in-between her legs and allowing himself to fill her, his large cock pounding into her hard. Even with the blood dripping down his head, the knife still implanted in his head, he slid in and out of her, instinct telling him to impregnate her. Roxy screamed into the darkness, her scream echoing off of the empty caverns of the cave as he filled her, his fuck quick as he was dying himself. He filled her, his orgasm complete and he fell to the ground, dead, her knife still protruding from his skull. Roxy laid back against the dead bodies and the blood, covered in their death and her own impending one. She closed her eyes and cried a few tears for herself as she realized this was the end for her.

All went black.