Blood Lust- Pt 1
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Blood leached into the cool grooved stones, trailing like tiny trains filled with red soldiers, eventually finding gravity to pool in the lost life of sin. Groans, weak and intermittent, emanated from a large bloated man writhing in his own fading life. His throat was open like a gouged melon, weeping with fluid and blood. No artery was torn but that just prolonged his demise, made it slower and even more painful. In shock he began to tremble, the chill of approaching death sending him into an agonising dream state, only half-aware of his predicament.
Moments earlier, he was about to explore the charms of a certain young woman. She lured him into the alley with promises of erotic attention, but all is never what it seems. Now she was hardly a memory and he, awaiting death like a street urchin’s pet sewer rat.
He blearily peered up to the alley wall, the lights of the bar across the road flashing bright colours in contrast to the dark cold shadows. They reflected to the stone walkway only feet from where he lay. He thought perhaps he could crawl into the light and someone may see him, but he was too weak and each attempt ended in a groan and a realisation it was too late.
Tara walked along the dark side of the street, wiping the blood from her mouth, the sharp clicking of her stilettos on the stone path echoing in the deserted streets. Having been interrupted by a lone passer by, she was still hungry and had to rethink her plans. Her stomach ached and she could feel the need to feed becoming uncontrollable. It was like a fire within her rising with great ferocity.
She found herself down by the wharfs and apart from a few lone streetlights; the landscape was a soft frosted blue under a waxing moon. She slowed and took out a cigarette and lit it with a gold lighter in her gloved hands. As the light ignited, the fine contours of her attractive face came to life momentarily and then back to shadow in an instant.
In the background, above the distant sounds of cars, she heard a sole voice singing some indescribable rendition of a popular song. The voice was slurred and monotonic. She stepped on her cigarette and twisted her foot to snuff out the red glow, quietly exhaling the smoke from her lungs.
With quick determined steps, she walked toward the voice. Under a small wall light on a warehouse she found the man sitting on a crate. He immediately saw her and awkwardly rose to his feet.
‘Why, good evening Miss. So nice of you to drop by,’ he slurred, laughing and spluttering.
Tara, sighed heavily and then walked up to him, her face now illuminated by the wall light.
‘Why, you’re beautiful, girl. How’s about a little kiss?’ he asked puckering up and giggling to himself.
She put both hands on his shoulders and smiled knowingly. His semi-toothless grin by return was completely non compos. Viciously she tore the multilayered clothes from his neck and sunk her teeth into him. His blood flowed freely, with not a murmur from him; his legs immediately giving way with the shock. She held his limp body upright and drained him completely, gulping him down like she hadn’t drunk for a month. When she was done, she threw his body aside like a rag doll. He lay there like a deflated balloon, cold and lifeless.
Tara felt invigorated, her strength returned. She looked up to the moon and smiled; life was again surging through her and tonight, all was well.
The story continues... Look for part 2& 3 and onward.