Post by Miss Murder on Apr 19, 2007 15:28:03 GMT -5
Sheer rage coursed through Aya's body, pulsating with the rhythm of insanity. There was no forcing it back-- She had relinquished herself to instinct. And instinct was nothing more than a ludicrous thirst for revenge.
There was no moon, and Amity Falls was blanketed in darkness. Aya cackled from her perch on the head of a Gargoyle atop the library building, petrifying a young man walking the streets below her. He stood, frozen, as she dropped down before him.
She reached out, brushing the tips of her icy fingers against his cheekbone. He smelled spicy, as most mortals were somewhat floral- yes, he was the one she was looking for. "How would you like, " Aya leaned forward, her eyes level with his, "To come with me?"
He nodded slowly, openmouthed. "Yes....you're definitely different." Checking for his reaction, Aya slowly leaned her head forward, toward his neck. To her surprise, and pleasure, he leaned his head the opposite way to expose a strech of soft white skin.
With exact sureness, she sank her long fangs into his jugular vein, to begin the spreading of poison through his body as she drained him of his thick, sweet blood. Stepping back, Aya watched as color faded from his skin.
His eyes went from dull blue to an exotic orange, and he flexed his fingers. "I feel..." His voice trailed off as he searched for the right words. "You feel strong. Invincible. You feel like you're in control." Aya said surely, her voice dancing through the air in a twisting, twirling melody.
"What are you called?" She asked, inspecting the quarter-inch sterling spikes protruding from her knuckles. "Gage." He said, inspecting things with his amazingly strong eyesight. "And I am Aya. Come; We have much to do tonight. And dawn is coming."
There was no moon, and Amity Falls was blanketed in darkness. Aya cackled from her perch on the head of a Gargoyle atop the library building, petrifying a young man walking the streets below her. He stood, frozen, as she dropped down before him.
She reached out, brushing the tips of her icy fingers against his cheekbone. He smelled spicy, as most mortals were somewhat floral- yes, he was the one she was looking for. "How would you like, " Aya leaned forward, her eyes level with his, "To come with me?"
He nodded slowly, openmouthed. "Yes....you're definitely different." Checking for his reaction, Aya slowly leaned her head forward, toward his neck. To her surprise, and pleasure, he leaned his head the opposite way to expose a strech of soft white skin.
With exact sureness, she sank her long fangs into his jugular vein, to begin the spreading of poison through his body as she drained him of his thick, sweet blood. Stepping back, Aya watched as color faded from his skin.
His eyes went from dull blue to an exotic orange, and he flexed his fingers. "I feel..." His voice trailed off as he searched for the right words. "You feel strong. Invincible. You feel like you're in control." Aya said surely, her voice dancing through the air in a twisting, twirling melody.
"What are you called?" She asked, inspecting the quarter-inch sterling spikes protruding from her knuckles. "Gage." He said, inspecting things with his amazingly strong eyesight. "And I am Aya. Come; We have much to do tonight. And dawn is coming."
