This is from a post from my forum Immortal Sanctuary writing for one of my favorite characters Malach him and his traveling companion Necora are on an adventure of self discovery..
“Malach is a Vampire that has been woken up from a 500 year imprisonment in a tomb deep in an Irish cavern. Necora his “savior” is the necromancer that woke this restless spirit. His uncertianty is shown, but is overshadowed by the hunger that dwells inside. (written from the mind of Malach) “
There was an ember within with the voice of an inferno, the wondering and pondering and madness fueled the belly of the flame yet still it did not overcome the overwhelming hunger that destroyed focus thought, and memory. That one meal was a mere drop in a pale that has been barren for centuries. I looked over, my vision blurred with hatred my imagination took control pushing those questions just out of reach. An explosion of torn flesh, rivers of blood and screams of blissful pain filled my thoughts causing an inherent laugh from under the flesh. I could almost taste it, her blood trailing through the infinite corridors fueling me empowering this vile carcass into something magnificent.
Would I spite myself if I had the strength? Anything there is to know of this world and time, this creature held, would I abandon all hope for a moment of ravenous pleasure. This soul of mine has tainted me with rationality and shards of innocence and thus the walk continued quiet as the night and flesh untorn. Beyond all hope and against all odds a house appeared on our dark and dismal route. My mouth watered with anticipation, thoughts of agony woke the mind. I reached over barely grazing her arm. “I must feed before we can move on.”
I had little control over the excitement that captivated me. With a completely dispassionate, uninterested eye she shrugged and waved her hand to go on. Right there and then, I knew this was not going to last, answers or not I refuse to be led by this pestilent wench. The house was white but gray in the eyes of the night, I could smell it, that earthy scent surged through me. I knocked, a woman rather large in size opened the door behind her two children and two elderly people,
“Hello, I seem to be lost I was curious if you spare a room for a stranger at least until the morning?” I died just a little more inside having to be so bloody nice, as her face illuminated from the candle light I could see the bruises that decorated her face, even the sour smell of bruised blood still fueled my lust. “WHO IS IT” a bellowing voice came from nowhere the woman turned. “It’s a stranger he is lost, I told him he could stay here until the morning” The house was quiet, “COME IN HERE”.
The woman turned to the elderly couple that stood aside them, “Mother, Father please show our guest to the spare room. As we all ventured up the stairs, there were no words only the sound of flesh being pounded and with each slap the old couple flinched in silence. I couldn’t help let my still parched lips smile to the perfection of the situation. I was guided up the stairs into a simple room, I was pleased to see that some things had not changed, the old woman looked at me with a polite smile and the man merely an off handed stare, both of them consciously oblivious to the abuse that echoed all through the house.
“May I have a towel please so I can wash up for the evening?” She nudged the old man and he scuttled off with dragging feet. The moment the door closed my smile widened showing the fangs that ached to pierce. Her smile dimmed into a look of horror, her mouth opened from her chest I could see the breath sucking in to deliver a panicked scream. In a motion as if the air itself carried me I took her neck into my grasp and pulled her into my spun web. My hunger drove me, with each bite and each suck the bloody ambrosia washed in and nourished the remaining desiccation that hindered me.
The sounds of the children crying down stairs muffled the gargled sounds of her last breaths, but also disturbed the sounds of the door opening. With a choked scream the man looked at me in horror, with my face covered in blood and my eyes black as night I leaped from the lifeless wench grasping on to the old man securing my nails into his fragile flesh. He screamed I threw the door closed and indulged in the sour blood that coursed through the old mans veins.
Sitting back licking my lips and sucking the remaining trails that covered my fingers, the blood soaked in and the warmth captivated me. The towel served me well, cleaning the stains from my flesh, my reflection caught my vision, would I dare say my flesh now glistened with perfection. “Of course not, such romantic waste is best left to oblivion.” There was no doubt I was finally coming upon my old self, my thoughts finally deeming answers that I felt oblige speak. There once again was that perfect grin, “Yes I missed you indeed my friend”
Closing the door leaving behind the bodies mangled with insatiable lust. Making my way back down stairs I contemplated how seething I would be to the dysfunction that lives here. The wife came forth her face was completely bruised and beaten but still she tried to smile and be a gracious host. I had to say I almost had sympathy for the plump whore but sympathy was not worthy of those who did not master their fate. “Would you like something to eat sir?” I smiled satisfied mocking politeness. “No thank you but I would like to meet the man of the house.” The color in her face drained into a pale paste that so easily melded into the walls.
“No I don’t think that would be a good sir he is to tired for visitors.” I shook my head undaunted by her attempts to sway. “Come now I must meet the master of this house to thank him for his hospitality” She pointed to the room off to the left, pushing off in a relaxed and most peaceful stride I walked into the simple room with books astray on the table and candlelight flickering in every corner. The large man looked at me with a stare of silent rage, his arms were outstretched on the table with a plate of gluttonous proportions. “ Good evening sir I merely wanted to thank you for your wonderful hospitality”
I extended my hand, he gripped it first squeezing as hard as he could, I smiled, applying my pressure, in an instant he fell crushing his hand into a broken mass. He mumbled words between screams as he cradled his hand between his legs. I could feel the power surging back , it was intoxicating, he clenched his other hand and threw a punch, grabbing it in midair I crushed it feeling the skin pop and tear through shards of bone. The sounds of agony were bliss, I had forgotten how symphonic the tones of anger, rage and fear enthralled the senses.
I pushed the man into a chair tieing his hands around him and slapping him endlessly like any filthy whore. The wife walked in, scream that emanated from her would curdle the blood of any mortal. Her face showed horror but her eyes did not. She was beyond fear, her body paralyzed yet her focus untainted, so easily plucked I drew her to me. “You know, I always enjoyed the times with my women, the screams and shock, the slivers of soft skin torn from their feminine hides. “ I caressed her throat; while I let the thoughts of pain secure my choice. “She looks like a victim, whines like a victim, and I bet she even tastes like a victim.”
Then I felt it, a brutal tear in my chest, like flesh burning in scalding acid. I looked at the wench with hateful eyes and plunged my fangs deep in her throat, those moans were not of fear rapture as if joyful finally being released from this infernal prison. I drunk deep and long, listening and reveling in the fear this bold, bound man let forth. I stood and a drunken veil threatened me with blurred vision, as quickly as it came if left me. I turned and looked deeply into the mans eyes, blood still dripping off my chin created a smile of gore that caused the precious sound of begging to fill the air. “As I said, I like my women but she was not the object of my affection”, the laughter filled the room as tears started to fall.
“You see I realize one drink from you could very well send me into a mindless rage that few could ever control. But of all those people I killed through the years, it was those bitter ones that were my indulgence, like white hot fire their blood coursed through me the rage fueled me more then their blood ever had. I miss that.” I laughed and bit deep, all I heard after that were countless screams.. It was beyond euphoric, as I stepped back out into the night air there was a radiant chill that excited my core, something I had not felt in apparently centuries.
Coming face to face with my most hateful guide, that smile beamed from my lips. “That was delicious, I think it is time we moved on please lead the way “ There was an inflective charm I lacked before, I was no doubt the ravenous beast I had been before by the gods I thanked fate for once again imbuing me with life to spread the horror and fear I so adored.
