Destroying Beauty
The wind started blowing fiercely, as I looked to the horizon. The clouds in the distance were a strange color of red. Not like the clouds at dusk, but a deep dark red, as if the clouds were the color of wet clay. My daughter came running, tears streaming down her cheeks. I could not hear what she was saying due to the howling of the wind. Such a fierce howl, not like the sound of a tornado approaching but a harsh whistling sound. The clouds seemed to have moved closer to where we were. I began to feel drops falling like rain. It was not clear like water should be. It was red like blood. Blood falling from the sky? This was odd, now I understand why the clouds looked the way they did. I held out my hand for the rain to collect in my palm. As I put it up toward my nose, I smelled a strong sulfuric stench. A wretched smell, like the stench of Gehenna, as described in the Bible. Burning flesh and decay. Suddenly I heard my daughter scream "Daddy!?" And as I looked down into her big, blue eyes, which just flowed those tears I saw as she was running toward me, I watched this red rain began to burn and peel away the soft tender flesh of my child's face. As the rain fell, the spots burned more and more. Her screams became excruciating. The burn started exposing tissue. Such a horrible sight for a father to endure. Her screams were louder and louder. Her hair, drenched from this rain, began to fall away from her scalp. It begin to expose the same tissue and bone. She began pulling hard at her hair, her face, as if to remove this thing that was destroying her beauty.
Merry Christmas
I sat in the chair by the fire and looked at the Christmas tree before me. The lights were blinking and all a'glow. The children and my wife were asleep comfortable in their beds. For some reason, I felt very disturbed and could not sleep. The best thing to do was relax and have a drink. Christmas always seemed to be the hardest season for the family. My mind was thinking over the things from this past year and what the upcoming year would hold. My wife was clueless about our financial situation as I was the one who controlled the finances. My gambling debt was becoming to much to hand. I had to think of a way for us to survive for the upcoming year. Next thing I knew, I heard a terrible noise from the fireplace. When I looked up, I seen a man in a red suit over 6 feet tall with white hair and a beard. His cheeks were red but there was a burning evil in his eyes. Quickly my eyes moved from that face to the ax he was holding in his hand. My eyes were wide and filled with horror as I heard him say "Merry Fucking Christmas" as the ax blade swung down and entered my skull.
Killer
I stumbled as I walked to my car. I knew I shouldn't have stayed out so late on a week night. It's 1 am and I have to be up by 5:30. Damn tomorrow will be a hard day at work. I knew I should have left the bar and went home when my friends did, but I couldn't help it. That hot lawyer was so interesting to talk to and he looked thirty-five years old instead of forty-two. If the parking lot hadn't been so dark, I wouldn't be struggling for my keys. I would be in my car, on my way home.
I heard a noise and well, I don't like being out here alone. This damn darkness and silence is worse than it is on the weekends. The bar is packed and people are always going. Oh shit, I dropped my keys. As I bent over to pick them up and rose, I felt a hand cover my mouth. I tried to scream but it just muffled the noise. "Listen here bitch, don't try to make a quick move", his rough voice said in my ear. My mind is racing, wondering "why me?" I'm sure many women in this situation before think the same thing. The alcohol doesn't help my brain to function normally. I feel something sharp poking into my side. He must have a knife and from the way he sounded, he would have no problems using it.
I felt him pulling me along, basically dragging me farther away from the parking lot, his hand still covering my mouth. I can hear him mumble under his breathe, saying "Stupid cunt spreads her legs for any man she meets. What a waste of human flesh." Finally he stops and pushes me down on the ground. I feel the wet grass beneath me. I felt his body weight above me. I looked up and my captor was the lawyer from the bar. I wonder why he singled me out. He looked down at me and said "You just listen to any bullshit that a guy feeds you. Are you that fucking stupid? I watch you every time you come into the bar with your girl friends but you tend to leave with a guy. Sometimes I follow you out and notice you are in his car. Your head is in his lap, sucking that filthy cock, that he just fucked another girl with. Or you leave with them for a few hours and he brings you back to the bar to get your car to drive home. Do you realize what you are?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This man has been stalking me for a while now, for over a month. The guy, he mentioned, I never seen again after that night. "Whores like you only enjoy a man once and then never talk to them again. Do you know why you do this? You have no respect to the guy, society or yourself!" And as he said those last few words, the knife he had pointed in my side, came down slicing over and over into my skin. At first, the pain was piercing but with each stab, it became increasing dull as I felt my body grow cold. My blood flowed freely from the wounds and began to stain my clothing, as the alcohol soaked thoughts began to fade away as my consciousness left my body.
I heard a noise and well, I don't like being out here alone. This damn darkness and silence is worse than it is on the weekends. The bar is packed and people are always going. Oh shit, I dropped my keys. As I bent over to pick them up and rose, I felt a hand cover my mouth. I tried to scream but it just muffled the noise. "Listen here bitch, don't try to make a quick move", his rough voice said in my ear. My mind is racing, wondering "why me?" I'm sure many women in this situation before think the same thing. The alcohol doesn't help my brain to function normally. I feel something sharp poking into my side. He must have a knife and from the way he sounded, he would have no problems using it.
I felt him pulling me along, basically dragging me farther away from the parking lot, his hand still covering my mouth. I can hear him mumble under his breathe, saying "Stupid cunt spreads her legs for any man she meets. What a waste of human flesh." Finally he stops and pushes me down on the ground. I feel the wet grass beneath me. I felt his body weight above me. I looked up and my captor was the lawyer from the bar. I wonder why he singled me out. He looked down at me and said "You just listen to any bullshit that a guy feeds you. Are you that fucking stupid? I watch you every time you come into the bar with your girl friends but you tend to leave with a guy. Sometimes I follow you out and notice you are in his car. Your head is in his lap, sucking that filthy cock, that he just fucked another girl with. Or you leave with them for a few hours and he brings you back to the bar to get your car to drive home. Do you realize what you are?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This man has been stalking me for a while now, for over a month. The guy, he mentioned, I never seen again after that night. "Whores like you only enjoy a man once and then never talk to them again. Do you know why you do this? You have no respect to the guy, society or yourself!" And as he said those last few words, the knife he had pointed in my side, came down slicing over and over into my skin. At first, the pain was piercing but with each stab, it became increasing dull as I felt my body grow cold. My blood flowed freely from the wounds and began to stain my clothing, as the alcohol soaked thoughts began to fade away as my consciousness left my body.
The Lot
Midday had come and there were 12 men standing in the town square. They ranged from old men to young men. They knew the choice they were making and they were proud to be part of it. It was a once in a lifetime arrangement and each one of them had volunteered for this. The spokesman for the town stood within this circle of 12 men. The spokesman was the ears and the lips of the town council who decided on what would be done in dire circumstances. And this was one of those times. The spokesman held in his hand twelve twigs of a tree branch, all the same size but one. The one, in fact, was shorter than the rest but as it was held it appeared to be the same height as the rest. Everyone took a twig from his hand and held it until everyone had a turn. One by one, each of the twelve exposed their lot.
The shortest twig was drawn by a young man about 20 years of age or so who had only been married for a few years. His wife was expecting their first child soon. She was round in the belly as a full moon and the baby was due in less than a month's time. He knew that there was a great chance that he would not see his son or daughter born but it was a great risk he was willing to take. He had a few days to get things in order, for he did not know the outcome of what was to be.
The day finally came and two of the men who as part of the twelve came to take him to the site in which this rite of passage would take place. He wore his best clothes. No one knew exactly what was to happen except for the councilmen and the spokesperson of the village. He was led into a corn field that was already harvested
in the center as it was late August. The other eleven men were standing in a circle. It was dire that it was to be in the correct place at the correct time. That is what was needed to be done. The spokesperson of the village, who was also the minister, begin to blind fold him. He was asked to get on his knees and his hands were tied behind his back to a wooden stake in the ground.
As everything was secured properly, a rope was place over the young man's neck and tightened. He could feel as the air to his lungs was being slowly cut off. His heart began to race. Thoughts flooded his mind of what was to come. The unknown. He had no clue of what would happen or would he survive. It was all a guessing game with a great honor.
He heard the spokesperson say "Oh Great One, The Unknown, We give you this sacrifice in your honor so that we may be prosperous in the following year. Please cast down your blessing on us as we give this willing soul to you!"
And as these words were spoken, the young man felt the sharp sting of a blade move across his throat, the red liquid that was being held back, poured like a fountain. The redness covered his clothing as it begin to cover the ground. His body begin to slump over as his life force became part of the earth.
Midday had come and there were 12 men standing in the town square. They ranged from old men to young men. They knew the choice they were making and they were proud to be part of it. It was a once in a lifetime arrangement and each one of them had volunteered for this. The spokesman for the town stood within this circle of 12 men. The spokesman was the ears and the lips of the town council who decided on what would be done in dire circumstances. And this was one of those times. The spokesman held in his hand twelve twigs of a tree branch, all the same size but one. The one, in fact, was shorter than the rest but as it was held it appeared to be the same height as the rest. Everyone took a twig from his hand and held it until everyone had a turn. One by one, each of the twelve exposed their lot.
The shortest twig was drawn by a young man about 20 years of age or so who had only been married for a few years. His wife was expecting their first child soon. She was round in the belly as a full moon and the baby was due in less than a month's time. He knew that there was a great chance that he would not see his son or daughter born but it was a great risk he was willing to take. He had a few days to get things in order, for he did not know the outcome of what was to be.
The day finally came and two of the men who as part of the twelve came to take him to the site in which this rite of passage would take place. He wore his best clothes. No one knew exactly what was to happen except for the councilmen and the spokesperson of the village. He was led into a corn field that was already harvested
in the center as it was late August. The other eleven men were standing in a circle. It was dire that it was to be in the correct place at the correct time. That is what was needed to be done. The spokesperson of the village, who was also the minister, begin to blind fold him. He was asked to get on his knees and his hands were tied behind his back to a wooden stake in the ground.
As everything was secured properly, a rope was place over the young man's neck and tightened. He could feel as the air to his lungs was being slowly cut off. His heart began to race. Thoughts flooded his mind of what was to come. The unknown. He had no clue of what would happen or would he survive. It was all a guessing game with a great honor.
He heard the spokesperson say "Oh Great One, The Unknown, We give you this sacrifice in your honor so that we may be prosperous in the following year. Please cast down your blessing on us as we give this willing soul to you!"
And as these words were spoken, the young man felt the sharp sting of a blade move across his throat, the red liquid that was being held back, poured like a fountain. The redness covered his clothing as it begin to cover the ground. His body begin to slump over as his life force became part of the earth.
Silence
Mama told me that soon I would be able to come to the ritual with her. I was not quite a woman yet but soon my time would come and I would be able to participate. This time of the year, after the crops have been harvested and the cattle has been butchered, was the most important time for our village. Papa just listened as Mama scolded me for my inconsideration about the ritual. I told Mama that it was unfair that I was 13 years old and I couldn't go but Jane could. She and I was the same age. Mama said “Jane is now a woman and your time hasn't come. Just be patience and it will!” I just stood there looking at Mama with tears in my eyes. “Maggie, sweetheart, the Goddess hasn't blessed you yet. Your time will come any day soon. I know this time next year, you should be able to participate.”
Later that night, I watched Mama prepare to leave. She was donned in a off-white gown with a wreath of late summer flowers in her hair. She was beautiful and gracious. I knew when I grow up, I will be just like Mama. Just as pretty if not more prettier. She looked at Papa and smiled and he didn't say much back to her. Papa never said anything bad to Mama or against Mama. He must have loved her for so long. I have never heard Mama and Papa fight. Not like I fight with my younger brother, Johnny. Johnny is only 10 years old but he is very mischievous. Mama says over time, he will become mature and quiet like Papa. I laughed and said “Oh Mama, why can't that come sooner?” She laughed at me and said to allow Johnny to be of his ways.
Mama left the house and I decided that I was tired of waiting. I had been thinking about the ritual all week. I wanted to see it, I wanted to know what was happening. I had to know! All the girls around my age and older, who have been to the ritual before, were excited this year. Papa was away tending to the cattle in the barn and he took Johnny with him. I was left on my own. I'm sure Papa would be gone out of the house until right before Mama came home. So I knew this was my chance. I knew that if I didn't do it now, I never would! So I wore my darkest cloak and sneaked out into the late autumn night air. The ritual was to take place in the field that belong to the Elder Lady Smith. Her husband had passed away years ago and he left her a large piece of land. Since then, every year, the ritual was held on her field. Only women of the village attended this ritual and even though Mama said I wasn't a woman yet, I was still going to see what it was about.
I walked as silently as I could through the woods that laid on the west side of Lady Smith's property. The leaves have just started to fall off the trees and the multicolored of them laid all over the ground. I could see the torches of light in front of me, guiding me to where I hope I could visually see the ritual. My heart was beating in my chest. This was something important and if I was caught and it was known I was not a woman yet, I can't even imagine what my punishment would be. I finally came to the edge of the woods and squatted down behind a small evergreen tree that has started to grow. Their rich smell filled my nostrils and my nose begin to itch. I lightly rubbed it with the edge of my finger.
Many woman from the village had already started to gather around. I seen Jane standing with her mother and older sister Sue. I glanced more and seen several other girls in my classroom at school standing beside their mothers. My heart sank. I wanted to be there to with Mama and see what was so important. Suddenly, Lady Smith called to the women to gather in a circle for the ritual to begin. They began to chant to the Great Mother, thanking her for the fruitfulness of the crops and for the babies born over the past year. I heard Lady Smith tell of the Consort of the Great Goddess dying so that he may be reborn in the spring with the crops. And as I heard her say “Oh Great Mother of the Earth, we come before you to bless us for the following year. To make our crops bountiful and fill our young daughters stomachs with your blessed children! We are here before you to offer a sacrificial offering of fertility and reverence, as your great Son/Consort gave reverence to you, Oh Lady of the Night”. My eyes were diverted to the east side of the circle and I saw a young man come stand in the center, forced by Mama and another woman about Mama's age. The young man was naked and his hands were tied with rope behind his back. He knelt before Lady Smith, his eyes were full of fear. Lady Smith walked toward him and forced his mouth open. She said “You are our sacrifice and you are to be reverent to our needs. You are to be given to the Great Mother and to the land. Your silence will be rewarded in the life after which is greater than the life you could have lived”. Mama and the other lady force the young man's mouth open and Lady Smith grabbed his tongue and sliced it off with the sharp knife in her hand. Blood sprayed out of the wound and began running down his chest. The young man tried to speak but there was only muttering sounds mixed with the blood. As the tongue, fell to the ground and the blood run free, Lady Smith placed her hand on his manhood and took the knife and cut through the tissue. The hot red blood began to flow heavy from that area as well, his body fell to the ground. Condensation rose up from the coldness of the night mixed with the heat of the blood.
My eyes were deceiving me! They had to be wrong! I just witnessed them kill a man! His blood covered the ground, where the crops grew! Is this why we have a good harvest and our cattle are without disease? I didn't understand. My body wretched and tears flowed from my eyes. I had to run and get away. To get home before Mama returned. As I turned to run, the branch at my feet, cracked with a frightful sound and my legs began to run as fast as they could carry me home. Home to the comfort of the fire and my younger brother, Johnny. A boy in the prime of become a young man, like the one that was silenced.
Mama told me that soon I would be able to come to the ritual with her. I was not quite a woman yet but soon my time would come and I would be able to participate. This time of the year, after the crops have been harvested and the cattle has been butchered, was the most important time for our village. Papa just listened as Mama scolded me for my inconsideration about the ritual. I told Mama that it was unfair that I was 13 years old and I couldn't go but Jane could. She and I was the same age. Mama said “Jane is now a woman and your time hasn't come. Just be patience and it will!” I just stood there looking at Mama with tears in my eyes. “Maggie, sweetheart, the Goddess hasn't blessed you yet. Your time will come any day soon. I know this time next year, you should be able to participate.”
Later that night, I watched Mama prepare to leave. She was donned in a off-white gown with a wreath of late summer flowers in her hair. She was beautiful and gracious. I knew when I grow up, I will be just like Mama. Just as pretty if not more prettier. She looked at Papa and smiled and he didn't say much back to her. Papa never said anything bad to Mama or against Mama. He must have loved her for so long. I have never heard Mama and Papa fight. Not like I fight with my younger brother, Johnny. Johnny is only 10 years old but he is very mischievous. Mama says over time, he will become mature and quiet like Papa. I laughed and said “Oh Mama, why can't that come sooner?” She laughed at me and said to allow Johnny to be of his ways.
Mama left the house and I decided that I was tired of waiting. I had been thinking about the ritual all week. I wanted to see it, I wanted to know what was happening. I had to know! All the girls around my age and older, who have been to the ritual before, were excited this year. Papa was away tending to the cattle in the barn and he took Johnny with him. I was left on my own. I'm sure Papa would be gone out of the house until right before Mama came home. So I knew this was my chance. I knew that if I didn't do it now, I never would! So I wore my darkest cloak and sneaked out into the late autumn night air. The ritual was to take place in the field that belong to the Elder Lady Smith. Her husband had passed away years ago and he left her a large piece of land. Since then, every year, the ritual was held on her field. Only women of the village attended this ritual and even though Mama said I wasn't a woman yet, I was still going to see what it was about.
I walked as silently as I could through the woods that laid on the west side of Lady Smith's property. The leaves have just started to fall off the trees and the multicolored of them laid all over the ground. I could see the torches of light in front of me, guiding me to where I hope I could visually see the ritual. My heart was beating in my chest. This was something important and if I was caught and it was known I was not a woman yet, I can't even imagine what my punishment would be. I finally came to the edge of the woods and squatted down behind a small evergreen tree that has started to grow. Their rich smell filled my nostrils and my nose begin to itch. I lightly rubbed it with the edge of my finger.
Many woman from the village had already started to gather around. I seen Jane standing with her mother and older sister Sue. I glanced more and seen several other girls in my classroom at school standing beside their mothers. My heart sank. I wanted to be there to with Mama and see what was so important. Suddenly, Lady Smith called to the women to gather in a circle for the ritual to begin. They began to chant to the Great Mother, thanking her for the fruitfulness of the crops and for the babies born over the past year. I heard Lady Smith tell of the Consort of the Great Goddess dying so that he may be reborn in the spring with the crops. And as I heard her say “Oh Great Mother of the Earth, we come before you to bless us for the following year. To make our crops bountiful and fill our young daughters stomachs with your blessed children! We are here before you to offer a sacrificial offering of fertility and reverence, as your great Son/Consort gave reverence to you, Oh Lady of the Night”. My eyes were diverted to the east side of the circle and I saw a young man come stand in the center, forced by Mama and another woman about Mama's age. The young man was naked and his hands were tied with rope behind his back. He knelt before Lady Smith, his eyes were full of fear. Lady Smith walked toward him and forced his mouth open. She said “You are our sacrifice and you are to be reverent to our needs. You are to be given to the Great Mother and to the land. Your silence will be rewarded in the life after which is greater than the life you could have lived”. Mama and the other lady force the young man's mouth open and Lady Smith grabbed his tongue and sliced it off with the sharp knife in her hand. Blood sprayed out of the wound and began running down his chest. The young man tried to speak but there was only muttering sounds mixed with the blood. As the tongue, fell to the ground and the blood run free, Lady Smith placed her hand on his manhood and took the knife and cut through the tissue. The hot red blood began to flow heavy from that area as well, his body fell to the ground. Condensation rose up from the coldness of the night mixed with the heat of the blood.
My eyes were deceiving me! They had to be wrong! I just witnessed them kill a man! His blood covered the ground, where the crops grew! Is this why we have a good harvest and our cattle are without disease? I didn't understand. My body wretched and tears flowed from my eyes. I had to run and get away. To get home before Mama returned. As I turned to run, the branch at my feet, cracked with a frightful sound and my legs began to run as fast as they could carry me home. Home to the comfort of the fire and my younger brother, Johnny. A boy in the prime of become a young man, like the one that was silenced.
she glanced up into his eyes that were full of passion as she slowly lowered her head... licking the tip and following the path down farther... the wetness of her mouth excited him.
she walked into the bedroom, her eyes locked on him as he was undressing. She wore a shear dark purple nighty. As he laid back on the bed, she walked to the end. Slowly, she placed her knees on the edge and began to crawl up toward him. The look in her eye gave him a warning of what was to come.
she walked into the bedroom, her eyes locked on him as he was undressing. She wore a shear dark purple nighty. As he laid back on the bed, she walked to the end. Slowly, she placed her knees on the edge and began to crawl up toward him. The look in her eye gave him a warning of what was to come.
looks at him with lust in her eyes... there is something about him I cant resist.... only him can fulfill my darkest desires..... just one drink of his blood shall satisfy me for now but to have him completely will make me whole for eternity
Lilith looks at Alucard and thinks of the hot warm fluid flowing from him... that salt and metallic taste... to quinch my desire at this moment would be like heaven in hell
Lilith looks at Alucard and thinks of the hot warm fluid flowing from him... that salt and metallic taste... to quinch my desire at this moment would be like heaven in hell