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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
711
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ch 4
He was right of course, they had work to do. She felt her heart sink low in her chest at what would happen to these men, no matter that they were thieves and bastards, the lot of them.
‘No,’ she thought, ‘if I weren’t a maiden, they would have done worse than sell me.’ The thought caused her to shudder.
She put the disturbing images out of her mind and instead began to think of them as trophies, the prizes of a hunt. They were swine, wild untamed boars, stealing from the civilized, giving no thought to the destruction their actions would cause.
Galvanized by her internal pep talk, she gripped her dagger and began moving around the camp in ever closing circles, the hunted becoming the hunter; the prey becoming the predator.
Nokonis mirrored Rossanna’s pattern, keeping the fire and the sleeping men between them at all times ensuring that he stayed just out of the light given off by the embers. He allowed himself to embrace his feral nature in order to more efficiently dispatch with the gypsy dogs. His green eyes became rimmed in red, glowing with incandescent light. His teeth fully extended, nearly obscuring any humanity that remained. He was now ready to take up what little challenge these men might offer.
As Rossanna circled, she kept one eye on the sleeping men and one ever vigilant eye on Nokonis, not entirely sure who presented her with the most peril. She witnessed what few had been allowed to see, and live to tell about. But instead of feeling frightened or repulsed, she felt drawn in, like she was being let in on a delicious little secret. Watching Nokonis transform only served to bolster her courage.
As she approached the first man she positioned herself into a crouch, holding her dagger a hair’s breadth from his throat. She paused only long enough to look at Nokonis. Their eyes locked over the smoldering embers. He was crouched as well over another man. He broke the brief eye contact and proceeded to rip the throat out of the man who lay there, ensuring that Rossanna knew that he was killing for vengeance, not for substance or sport.
With one vicious yank of her blade, she spilled the gypsy’s blood. It came out with such force that it sprayed a nearby man and the dying fire, hissing as it hit the hot coals. In the time it took for Rossanna to end that one man’s life, Nokonis had butchered the rest with deadly speed.
Rossanna gritted her teeth at the massacre, wiping stray blood from her cheek. She stood there for what seemed like an eternity staring at the blood on her hands. Her dagger fell unnoticed from her trembling fingers, just as tears fell unnoticed from her eyes mixing in with the blood. She felt her legs give way…..
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‘No,’ she thought, ‘if I weren’t a maiden, they would have done worse than sell me.’ The thought caused her to shudder.
She put the disturbing images out of her mind and instead began to think of them as trophies, the prizes of a hunt. They were swine, wild untamed boars, stealing from the civilized, giving no thought to the destruction their actions would cause.
Galvanized by her internal pep talk, she gripped her dagger and began moving around the camp in ever closing circles, the hunted becoming the hunter; the prey becoming the predator.
Nokonis mirrored Rossanna’s pattern, keeping the fire and the sleeping men between them at all times ensuring that he stayed just out of the light given off by the embers. He allowed himself to embrace his feral nature in order to more efficiently dispatch with the gypsy dogs. His green eyes became rimmed in red, glowing with incandescent light. His teeth fully extended, nearly obscuring any humanity that remained. He was now ready to take up what little challenge these men might offer.
As Rossanna circled, she kept one eye on the sleeping men and one ever vigilant eye on Nokonis, not entirely sure who presented her with the most peril. She witnessed what few had been allowed to see, and live to tell about. But instead of feeling frightened or repulsed, she felt drawn in, like she was being let in on a delicious little secret. Watching Nokonis transform only served to bolster her courage.
As she approached the first man she positioned herself into a crouch, holding her dagger a hair’s breadth from his throat. She paused only long enough to look at Nokonis. Their eyes locked over the smoldering embers. He was crouched as well over another man. He broke the brief eye contact and proceeded to rip the throat out of the man who lay there, ensuring that Rossanna knew that he was killing for vengeance, not for substance or sport.
With one vicious yank of her blade, she spilled the gypsy’s blood. It came out with such force that it sprayed a nearby man and the dying fire, hissing as it hit the hot coals. In the time it took for Rossanna to end that one man’s life, Nokonis had butchered the rest with deadly speed.
Rossanna gritted her teeth at the massacre, wiping stray blood from her cheek. She stood there for what seemed like an eternity staring at the blood on her hands. Her dagger fell unnoticed from her trembling fingers, just as tears fell unnoticed from her eyes mixing in with the blood. She felt her legs give way…..
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