Lecher Bitch

[ghost]

It wasn’t so much the lowering sun that awoke her from her dead slumber but the rattling of chains from her own home that pried her eyes open. She met a nice fine man at a bar; he was intrigued by her attire of almost being completely covered but for the shadow that was placed over her eyes leaving just her blood red lips showing. He was offering her drinks in hope of getting her to come with him but tides change and she drank him under the table. Though she felt nothing as she induced herself to expel the liquor from her useless organs she took the man home promising ‘the time of your life’ with sweet whispers and kisses until he blacked out once again puking on himself and solely relying on her to stand. She found it funny as the tall woman of thin features carried the man within her arms into her vehicle and to her home of that human’s weakness to drugs and alcohol. Sure, she could drink till she dropped but that would have destroyed a bar. Now hours after the binge the man knew he was in trouble… the cold air wrapped around his body that smelled of sour sweat, stomach acid mixed with bile and his own excrement didn’t mix well with pure darkness and chained up just hanging from the ceiling of some unknown area only capable of reaching the slick floor with his two toes. Yes things were not looking good for this young man.

With no lights to show the way or what was coming he heard only the sounds of metal against metal and water rushing from pipes all around blasting him first with ice cold jets. The woman bare of all clothing watched the man quiver and shake trying to get out of the water path but only failing seeing in all directions the water came from. Leaning against the walls she watched, intrigued… aroused? She was unsure of what it really was that she liked as the man cried out trying to stay out of the path of eight jet streams. All she did know was that she could see his veins pumping hard within his stomach and neck trying to keep his body from slipping into a cold shock. Not liking her food cold but still filled with energy and adrenaline she pushed the levers increasing the heat. At first he sighed in relief and called out to the sick fuck nearby which only made her smile but the screaming soon came back. The burning water tearing into his skin was getting close to the danger zone of melting and with a quick flick was back to freezing… yes the screaming continued and the smile on her face continue to pull towards her ears into a grin of delight.

Once the screams became tears she walked close still not to touch him. The only clue he had was that the stream she stood in was blocking whatever body part it was pointing to. Before he could complain, scream or beg; he never had a chance to react. With the thin frame of the woman holding the shackles as she wrapped her legs around the firm muscled waist she pulled the head back from the hairline as it screamed before the traffic bone cracked from pressure of her jaw clamped around giving only the sounds of the body emptying itself from fear with the mix of blood that gushed from the throat and mouth as the man died choking on his own life force and tongue. The taste of the blood was more of spice than sweetness; in all reality it was like her kind of bloody Mary. Leaving the body hanging from the ceiling she called for ‘service’ to dump it within the hour.

Drying her hair straight as she left it to fall over her shoulders she woman moved from the basement lair towards the top of the building at the very rooftops. Taking seat she squinted to the streetlights below still bustling with those trying to return home before full darkness and rain. She liked the rain; it darkened the area more to her liking. With skintight thigh high boots with a long black halter dress with slits to let her legs move freely the woman kept her a large Shaw over her head, shoulders and arms shielding it from the light like the dark square glasses she wore to save her vision. Watching the bodies move she felt like a gargoyle; wanting something and speaking for it but unsure what it really was. Laying down on the course brick she let one arm fall to swing like a cat would on a lazy day as her boots kept her stationed to the edge.

[khorne]

His breathing deepened and his eyes widened, a sickly grin spread across his face as he eyed potential prey. A vampire broad, she seemed to notice Khaine as well, giving him a smile and waving him down. Khaine strode over, the tails of his suit flowing in the breeze as he hastily rushed over to the street she was on. "So you're looking for some fun, are you not?" She questioned, Khaine replying to her with a slight kiss to her neck, moving up to nibble at her ear lobe. She accepted him without hesitation, wrapping her arms around him. Khaine then smiled to himself as she let out groans of arousal. The two moved into an alley.

"You belong to me now..." Khaine let out in a dark voice, which she responded by pulling back and gazing into his chocolate eyes with a smile. She went into kiss him, and before she could even blink she was on the ground bleeding profusely. He had given her a playful punch to the face. "W-What the fuck are you doing?!" She screamed at him, Khaine repeated her line from earlier, "So you're looking for some fun, are you not?" He grasped her by her throat lifting her up and pinning her to the wall above the ground, finding a pistol in her waist band, he took it. Switching the safety off as he licked his teeth with anticipation. He fired two rounds into her left thigh and and rest around her head for even more pain and intimidation.

"W-Why?!" She cried out in a distressed voice, "w-why would you attack your own kind? I was going to sleep with you too!" This made Khaine laugh, "I have no such desire for a.... Whores comfort." He drew his knife and impaled her, well a machete really. He had pinned her to the wall as he usually does to his victims, having free hands now he tilted her head back forcefully and moved his head in close to her neck. She screamed as she realized what his intentions were. "Oh yes, I feed on all life, alike... Without discrimination." He opened his mouth wide, his jaws unhinging almost as he began to tear away at her throat viciously, flesh and blood flying everywhere as her screams became drowned from her sorrow tainted essence. Khaine was never a sink and drink type of vampire. He found it more fun to chew and cause even more discomfort to his victims. His eyes flared up from the taste, his tongue flicking over her wounds now. He resumed to rend her flesh even further.

As he finished feeding he withdrew the knife, her body falling like a rock. She laid there weak, unable to move. She could only look up at him with fear in her eyes. He smiled, giving her the kiss she had wanted earlier, Khaine then grabbed her by her mutilated throat again, slamming her body into walls and objects alike. Continuing long after she had lost conciousness. He waited till she had awoken, beginning to cut her body slowly with his knife. Khaine then gutted her, reaching under he ribs, tearing out her lungs. Then finally crushing her heart which he pulled out and raised above his head, letting the blood drain into his mouth. He then disposed of her fresh corpse, cleaning up and headed back onto the side walk where he stood and waited for more prey to pass.

[ghost]

It did not long for the woman eyes to close and just listen; being incapable of being in any light or looking into it she relied many times on just her hearing to gather information and feelings. Feeling her mind wander the streets below it did not get to far to hear distress and conflict that was not the common human against human or human against predator… no this was kindred against kindred. She did not flock to its call of mercy, no… the sound made her shiver like a kiss to the neck. It was a calling she had to investigate…

Returning to her home she found the ‘service’ already removing the body that was beginning to smell from the water it was drenched in and bacteria eating away at the muscle and organs. Rolling her hair within a long carved hairpin from bone that she had yet to say what it was from she emerged onto the streets with a black parasol over her head as if she was predicting rain. With the attire of all dark colors and even covering her face like a woman in morning with the scarf she moved with little effort of moving off of her straight path. Everyone knew what she was as she curled around the street paths with her eyes closed behind the black small square glasses listening for that voice.

Turning into a dark corner she kept the parasol up but removed her glasses capable of looking into the darkness of the pleading cries that no one dared to fend for. Tucking the glasses within her hair she watched the man work feeding from the wound he created before to the eyes of the child… yes… she could tell it was a child and not even pure born… it was becoming less and less of the born bloods. She could feel the eyes of the girl calling for help but with the blood loss was probably thinking the dark figure outlined by the lights in the distance to be welcoming death.

Lilith never made a sound or moved as he slammed the frail frame into the building that only shook for a second from the force; the sound of organs shifting as he moved his victims body for the taste of it all. Gathering his figure, the words… she knew who it was before he withdrew the heart to feast on its lasting drops of life. Moving back from the light she came from she squinted in pain from the light that curled under the parasol that made those moving by moved away like she was a walking virus. She was… Lilith knew that to be a fact. Placing her glasses back on she moved away from where they ‘crime’ it would be labeled was done and waited a few blocks away watching for him to emerge fresh and flushed with life.

With her glasses back over her eyes she closed her eyes smelling the blood that no one saw on him lace the streets like water from the skies inching around the cracks of the city. Though her eyes lay closed she looked to him, feeling his eyes look for something new. She knew she was seen and with a single hand that left the parasol she curled her finger ‘calling’ him. It was not hard to not miss her; within the moving crowds they moved away from her… she was the black plague and didn’t mind the feeling of it. Unlike his last victim she did not smile, show some flesh and called to him with tender kisses and lies… "Walk with me Khaine Sur Lor ," she whispered within the darkness that he could hear.

[khorne]

Khaine noticed the woman calling to him, he didn't care much that everyone backed away from her. He stormed over to her, his eyes wide and head tilted. "My name, how do you know it?" Khaine questioned as his eyes roved over her, taking in the many details she had to offer. He closed his eyes for a second to cleanse the hypnotic mark she had left in his mind. He smirked, her looks leaving a impressive stain. Letting out a prolonged inhale, locking eyes with Lilith's once he picked up her scent. Letting out a sigh of approval, knowing she was a pure blooded vampire immediately. A tasty snack.

Khaine smiled to himself, "A walk? Is that what you desire?" was his question in a calm strong voice. Straightening his back and rolling his shoulders as if showing off his physique. His chain bouncing about as he moved to loosen himself up as if readying to attack again. He placed his hands slowly into his suit pockets, fumbling around with the knife that lie inside. His head tilted to the opposite side now as he wondered what her intentions were. Wondering if she was a woman just like the one he had slain literally a few minutes ago. Or someone different, someone worthwhile, someone worth not eating.

"I didn't quite catch your name, as you already know mine. 'Tis only fair." He withdrew his hands from his pockets, slapping the sides of his thighs lightly. A hint of impatience in his eyes, Khaine grew a bit annoyed really at how easy he had found his prey.

(Sorry about the short post XD)

[ghost]

She felt his emotions rock him as he moved towards her like a bull charging; to a point she was smirking but not on the outside. “Indeed, that is all that will be offered is a walk Khaine within my presence at this time.” She stated after her counterpart twitched with irritation. She watched his hands through her slit eyes as he fiddled with the knife inside. “Leave your toy within your pockets Khaine, you will not be needing it.” She said still smelling the blood of the youth laced within the metal. It was always hard to remove blood from metal after it was deep within its grooves. “Doing what you did to that fledgling in the alley where you stood will only have a bounty on your head for a final death for even thinking of dismissing the head of Intel, assassin…” she stated as she looked into him still within the same voice she said calling him over. With his title now in place it should show him who she was within this world besides another leech.

As cocky as his approach was she still had a think for his technique… not many toyed and destroyed; it was not common anymore for their kind. “If that didn’t answer your question Khaine, it is Lilith.” She said leaving her mortal last name out of the picture seeing her title was already spilled into the world in front of him. Like the calling of tears rain began to fall; softly. This was London and with London was like Washington State… filled with rain. As bodies moved around them she wanted to turn and begin walking but only turned to the side of him. For this was a killing breed and she knew how it was to kill; she was one herself. Just because she had ways of getting information did not say she was as dumb as most politicians.

With the rain deepening in size she removed her glasses once again as the rain dimmed the streets enough for her to see with just her shawl over her head and shoulders and parasol to protect her. It was her downfall for not being a part of the clean and sweep; not just allergic to some light… but all light. “I know much about you, but for your style and feeding habits… well no one will know that but you…” she began softly. “Happens what you did was near my home so if it is by fate well then…” she said unsure on how to continue. “I find it quite interesting…” slowly she moved making sure he moved parallel to her. Though her eyes did not watch his hands or movements, she made sure the air around her was not moving without her knowledge.

“Before I continue in my words I need for you to understand this Khaine,” she said looking at him and within him stopping all movement leaving her light eyes casted in darkness within his. “Before you take another life of our own to make damn certain it is not ‘one of us’. Even if it is a pawn within our game of chess; doing so will end up in the ears of our ‘king’. He will not make it into a nice chit-chat…” she stated firmly. Sure, he was probably going to blow off everything said but if in any case, it was hard at times to tell who was friend or foe within the kindred among them. He was not the only one with the taste of their own kind…

Moving again she thought of what she was doing but continued in her plans of this event in happening. “Come, Khaine… I have something to show you… ” without a word she pulled the shawl from her head showing the back of her neck and the ivory carved antique holding her hair. Folding the piece of fabric and popping the parasol down she walked within a dark alley way to a fire escape balcony and began to climb on the outside instead of the stairs that were corroding from rust and elements. With one hand holding her belongings her pale fingers moved as if she was an animal with her boot heels gripping the bars that she held as she ascended up. She didn’t look back to make sure he was there, she just moved reaching the rooftop of the building. Within a sprint she felt the water sting her eyes as she moved from building to building in bounds and leaps; some though would of caused her mortal body to sting in pain only made her move faster.

By the time she made it to the right place she only stopped on the edge of the building she was once at before she left. With her body and hair soaked she let her belongings fall like her hair as she removed her hairpiece and left it within her hands waiting…

hope you don't mind me moving things along =P

[khorne]

His ego kicked in, "All of my opposition. I will slaughter them like dogs. And feed on them, just as you saw me feed on that... Wench down in the alley." Khaine tilted his head upwards in pride as if looking up into the skies expecting an reward for his deeds. "As they say... 'Attack' is the only order worth remembering. And let no good deed go unpunished, and let no evil deed go unrewarded." He smirked. Khaine then ducked his head, "forgive me if I am an disappointment to Izan, but... What do you know of my style? I mean, this is the first time we've ever conversed."

He walked besides her, eying all the potential prey that passed them by. "When the traitor's hand strikes, it strikes with the strength of a legion." Khaine stated with a grin, "they do not know the danger the lurks, even in their environments. They're oblivious to it, thinking they're safe amongst their kind." He began to laugh quietly to himself, though it was still obvious. "Long shall be their suffering. Joyous be their pain. The weak will not stand amongst us. It is the fate of the weak to die unknown, and the destiny of the strong to rule for eternity." Khaine spoke in a rather dark prophetic voice. He then noticed that Lilith began to turn off into an alley.

Khaine climbed up the side of the building in a spider like fashion, coming to a stop right besides Lilith. He stooped his head as a sign of respect to one of greater position. "What is it you must show me?" Khaine questioned in a subtle tone, the rain pissing him off almost due to the fact it was drenching his clothes. He then undone his suit and dress shirt buttons, standing there bare chested now. His hulking physique towering over Lilith's as he look down the sides of the alleys from above. Waiting for Lilith to state the point of interest.

[ghost]

She did not answer him as he spoke and did not show emotions of any kind as he ranted within his ‘dark prophet’; in reality she wasn’t listening to him at all but was in some sense what was needed to be heard. As she looked below reviewing his words waiting on him she watched the scattering of bodies run to the most shortest distance for shelter from the rain in a run… it made her laugh a little inside of their fear for sickness but that the sickness they should be more weary of is that of herself and others like her.

“I never said you were a disappointment to the Izan; those are your own words and interpretation,” as she turned facing him. If people looked up the sight, it would be interesting; woman clothed in darkness itself but pale as the moon with no words being passed between the spaces between her counterparts taller, bulkier… egocentric male. Together they were night in day both in reasoning and vision but they had their similarities. “I know what you did within that alley below within the sight of this home; the eyes of the woman called for help and looked to me in hope for life… not many … no… no one that I know besides myself will take the pleasure of slicing the lower half of a being to only rummage through the organs pulling whatever was in the way to the muscle itself that pumped or once pumped living blood…” she said looking to him.

Yes he was a fascinating being; physique quite held up. Last time she met someone as bulk as him she watch him be pulled apart for his negligence for their code set within California threatening not just her own life but both her and her fathers. “Come, Follow…” she said as she stepped off the edge saying nothing more on her ideas and wonders. What she wanted to show him was within. Steeping down she picked up her parasol and scarf that was drenched like a towel in a washer and moved to the double doors of pure metal. Pulling hard the average man would need two others and a crowbar to move it but for Lilith it was just for her own protection. No lights were within but the humming man made power was very present. Passing the small box in the wall she turned the heat up to the hottest point before continuing down the stairs; one level, two levels, three levels… nothing showing but empty hallways and torn carpet and wallpaper calling out ages of the century of when it was last touched. Reaching the six floor that held no sound of hallow flooring the woman continued going down without lights seeing clearly every step echoing her boots soles.

With the last level approaching she pulled a key that was embedded within her bosom that looked something in the ancient centuries of a skeleton key but with several notches than just two. With a swift click she moved the metal door open showing nothing but a large facility open floor still with no light; far off to the right was her private quarters shielded by sheer fabrics and shoji screen blocking any viewing as across was tile flooring instead of wood that within the center was the dangling chains and shackle with the water jets still pointed to the center. Stepping within she tucked the key back within its home to a pile of towels that lay between her bedroom and bathroom. Tossing one to him she grabbed one herself to soak the water as she moved to the closest left corner to a solid door of metal. Taking a key that was hanging from it she opened it but left it closed. “I want to watch you…” she said within the echoing darkness as she moved the door.

From wall to wall laid everything a serial killer could have a wet dream about; shackles, knives, scalpels to the ancient torturing rack and her favored Iron Maiden that she had made just to her likings. Moving within the darkness of pitch black she moved to the Iron Maiden that was closed but once she tapped the inside and peered in the eyes of her victim murmured within. She had the young girl in it for over three days but after the first two she crying and screams died down. Every evening she would turn the dial pushing the needle deeper into the skin to hear the rush of pain flush the silence into panic but it was still not enough to kill the girl. Kind of hard to kill someone that had IV fluids and food being placed into their body.

With the middle floor open she pushed the bottom of the Iron Maiden down dropping whatever the girl expelled below into a drain. With a reach high above she pulled a shower head from a pipe and wedged it in-between the hole up top that barely showed the eyes of the girl within. Walking back to the door she turned the water on cold waking the girl from her dying slumber into a calling cry as it washed out the muck below. “You may use what you want within here or what you have yourself; do nothing different…” she stated as she plopped herself onto a wooden table that held shackles on all corners and stained with blood of the last being she had on it. Pulling a key from the many that laid dormant next to the water lever she pulled the one for the iron maiden and placed it at the edge of the table she sat on closest to the man. “Please excuse the fact of no running lights; if you do need it… for them that is, there are some lanterns around the area.” As she pointed within the darkness the areas these sources of light sat in.

[khorne]

"Oh, oh no. Lights are not needed." Khaine laughingly spat out. He scooted close to Lilith and whispered into her ears, "watch." He then broke away from her, standing up and grabbing a young woman who looked as if she hadn't bathed in weeks, and hadn't eaten in days. He gently took hold of her hand and helped her up. She felt him with he free hand, her breathing erratic and panic in her tone. "H-Help me! P-Please!" She jumped into his arms holding him tight. Khaine turned to look at Lilith with a savage grin on his face.

"I'll get you out of here, just stay quiet." He shushed her, caressing her almost, tenderly stroking her in his arms to calm her. She let out what seemed to be sighs of happiness and trust. Khaine then began to laugh crazily at how easy he had gained her trust, the woman let out a startled gasp. She attempted to pull away from him, but Khaine held her tightly in an iron grip, she began to scream and hit weakly. "L-Let me go! Let me go!" He lifted her up by the throat with one had, tossing her in the wall, hearing her bones and the walls crack. She let out an agonizing scream when she hit the floor with a thud, Khaine's footsteps hauntingly echoing as he came closer to her, looking down at her with a grin. Cackling joyfully. He then turned back to Lilith.

"I won't be need any of your tools, I'm all good." He then began to slip his knife slowly under her skin and began to cut outwards, skinning her alive as if. She screamed and thrashed as her blood trickled onto the floor audibly. Khaine reacted with a grin, then a lion like roar as he crushed her arm with a single squeeze of his hand. Her bones cracking with satisfaction. Her screams stopped as if the pain was too much to bear, but as expected they started up again minutes later as she realized the danger she was in.

Khaine shushed her again, moving in to lick at her neck. She quivered and lets out an even higher pitched scream which made him go berserk. He threw his knife away completely and made a claw figure with his hand. He took a quick precise swing, Splitting from her left hand up to her forearm in half. He licked himself clean eagerly, throwing in rapid breathing to add effect to his anticipation. "Sweet...So sweet!" He shouted out after tasting her blood. He then broke off part of her exposed Ulna, jamming it slowly into the side of her thigh, directly into the nerve. Blood was literally pouring out now as her body flailed, and her complexion grew pale. "Easy now honey, easy."

Khaine leaned in and literally bit off her fingers slowly one by one, he himself taking arousal out of her pain. Khaine then took his own knife and began to carve oh so lightly into his hand so his blood dripped steadily. "Drink, you need your energy." He said in a fatherly tone. Tilting her head back and clenching his fist to squeeze the blood into her mouth. She spat it out quickly and returned to her banshee like wails. "DRINK!" Khaine bashed her aside her face, seeing several of her teeth flying out and her eyes rolling back into her head. He shook her back into conciousness.

"It's not time to sleep yet darling." He again attempted to feed her his blood, this time he choked her until she nodded in agreement. She broke in about ten seconds, swallowing his blood. "Good girl.... Good girl." He then ducked down and noticed that she had a lip piercing. He moved in and gave her what would be the last kiss she'd ever receive in her poor life. Khaine hitched his teeth on the lip piercing and pulled away, tearing it out of her lip. She screamed, but was quickly muffled by him moving back in to kiss her, really just to taste the blood.

Khaine resumed to skin her alive, when he finished she was pretty much unconscious due to blood loss. "So weak of her..." He waited till she awoke, now plucking at her muscles with his hands, snapping her legs and arms. Breaking her ribs inwards and snapping her jaw. "Thirsty Lilith?" Khaine asked as he dragged the woman over to her, already beginning to sink his teeth in and chewing at her neck viciously like a rabid dog.

[ghost]

The first emotion she ever gave as he whispered to her was the smile that painted across her lips as he moved away to begin his work. Like a human would watch television in their own home living room she stretched out on the rough surface holding her head with one hand as the other relaxed on her curved side as if preparing to become a piece of art. But she was not but the woman in the hands of a predator was now becoming the art she had wanted to see in so long. Lilith’s past and present was becoming too mundane and all that was right seemed to perfect; finding Khaine seemed to flourish what she missed… a good torture and killing.

His technique was impeccable; this was no predator the Izan had, oh no not in this body of physique and grace. They had a genuine monster; the shit Bram Stoker had nothing on of their kind. All novels called for them coy petty shit but nothing like this… no this vampire should be the picture in novels people should love to fear. He toyed with her emotions opening them up to his liking and slowly but quickly picked away reminding her of the frail situation she was becoming. Every cry and scream that echoed in the hollow room of horrors only made Lilith smile more and more to the point of giggling like a movie she was really interested in.

By the time the girl was on her last leg being dragged to her Lilith was already on her knees on the table looking down at the mangled girl. Blood was everywhere from the far wall all the way across to where she once sat at. Sliding off the table she stood close to them watching the man ravage the through like a scientist watching a snake eat a mouse; but this scientist was smiling with more than just glee. There was nothing left that was whole it seemed on her; the mouth was bare of skin only showing muscle and what was left of the lower jaw, arms torn into looking more like something from a meat factory; the only thing whole was probably the lower body that had nothing more to expel in fear and death.

Soft mummers of mercy were still called out from the skull as the eyes could see clearly what was happening to her. Taking what was left of the skull she grasped firmly on the sides holding the hair as she placed a soft kiss feeling what teeth was left and bone that cried out. Placing a kiss on each cheek and on the forehead she stroked the face but more looking towards the man with the smile of a predator or monster than of the woman that spoke to him mere half an hour ago. With the hairpin that was within her hair back into her hands she placed a hand on the broken body clavicle and shoved it deep within the stomach and across dropping the thin membrane spilling the lower half of her body onto the floor and onto her boots. Leaving the piece of bone where it stuck within the lower body she moved her hand within the wound up pulling the moist cooling organs around which the girl with what breath she had left called out in gurgles as blood poured faster from the pain she was succumbing to within her throat that was being gnawed off.

With a fast jerk the heart lost signals from the brain as the body began to twitch unsure of what was happening in amongst the chaos. Removing the heart she stained her pale body from fingers to mouth to chest down with the blood of the innocence drinking what was left inside. The smell around her and on her was of pure metal but the taste was ecstasy; spiced with pain and adrenaline as it tried to repair its wounds. Sucking what was left within the muscle laid almost dry as she tossed it towards an empty pail with a wet thud at the bottom. “Beautiful,” was all that she said as she licked her fingers drenched in life before pulling the hairpin of bone from the wound. “You may leave her where ever… I will have service pick it up,” she stated feeling the blood on her lips mixing with her saliva. Excited? Why yes… she just watched the best damn performance in her life.

[khorne]

Khaine threw the now lifeless corpse down, throwing an ungodly punch to it's skull. Crushing it completely, bits of skull flying about. "Just in case she some how...Turns." Khaine stated laughingly, licking his hands clean with a smirk on his face as he now looked at Lilith. "Shame how there aren't more vampires like us. I'd be in my own form of heaven." He oozed out rather calmly despite having his fun with the girl. "Is that all you had in mind Lilith? You coulda asked me straight up earlier, I would've loved to oblige." Khaine enthusiastically babbled. Taking the towel she had gave him earlier and wiping off, wrapping it around his neck and tilting his head, taking the time to process the mess he had crafted.

Khaine took a seat, not minding what he sat on really, rubbing his chin as he breathed deep, enjoying the smell. "S'Not every day someone asks me to do such a thing. Though I wish they did though, I would love to do this everyday." He pretty much laid down now in the blood, closing his eyes as he relaxed. Clenching his fist every now and then, his muscles tightening randomly as well. "Well, a little more blood wouldn't make me look like a glutton no?" He flipped around, pretty much on all fours like a dog, his torso hunched down, and his tongue out. Lapping up the blood eagerly, "It's good... Real good. How do you find such good tasting subjects?"

[ghost]

Inside she was unsure of what to do; scream and giggle like a school girl near her idol or smother the man in passionate kisses and caress. The only thing she did do was smile; that same smile that curled on her lips after he began his ritual still feeling the blood on her lips that slick and mixed with her own fluids produced by her body. As the head collapsed with a final blow she finally laughed; not a genuine laugh but something similar. “I would pity the poor thing if it did; would take more than two years to correct the damage,” she said thinking of her own last glimpse of final death.

She had sat back down on the wooden table staining a new hand print as she lifted her body onto it as she crossed her legs as the leather coated in blood glided together as she looked to him moving, thinking and speaking. “There are not many of us that enjoy the blood of the dying…” she muttered as her vision looked to the Iron Maiden once again. Pulling her vision to the man that laid within the blood of the deceased she smiled softly like a mother would watching her child play in the dirt, “No, it is only gluttony if you think of it that way… I call it not wasting,” she said taking her own towel and blotting the blood from her chest leaving a design on her pale skin.

“As for why I did not ask you to honoring me with your art… I do not know… I do not think you would openly accept the offer after having your named called out with no knowledge of my own being…” she said plainly as she picked the blood from the hairpin cutting her own tongue. She tasted the bitter entrails that were left within but washed away from her own blood. Feeling the blood begin to dry on her skin was just not fitting well so Lilith moved from the table and moved passed the man touching his hair slightly as she passed into the main room. “You may clean up here; I have no clothes that would fit you but a towel can do for a washer and dryer is available for your use as like the showers.” She called out within the main room as she turned the water to the shower heads onto full blast stream. Opening a screen with a print of blood from her hand she placed her hairpin with the rest all similar in design but different in woods or bone before returning to the water falling nearby. With a flick to the fast dial on her phone she called services once again and requested their time only two hours from now. She did not want to rush her guest.

She was not shy in showing skin but to eager; the blood, bile and acid was all over her and within her clothing that needed to be soaked. Stepping in the water she kept her ears open past the rushing water as she soaked her skin and attire in burning water. No pain showed on her face as the water fell like the rain outside, refreshing but still saddening to watch the red water turn pink as she looked to the drain below reviewing the art that was painted in front of her. "On how the taste is obtained," she began as she ran her fingers through long hair, "its from torturing actually; I keep them for at least a day within the darkness... every sound made will increase their fear... increase the adrenaline... that very chemical will alter the blood. For man like yourself, if you were mortal," she said looking to the room they were in, "your blood would be like a hot spice while she is of a sweeter taste... like honeysuckle... the longer the pain is drawn out, the sweeter it becomes. For her, it was three days within the Maiden... I think the farthest the nails went in was... probably half an inch..."

[khorne]

Khaine chuckled as Lilith spoke, cleaning himself up in the process. Dropping his pants and trousers, kicking off his shoes. Hitting the showers now, taking cold ones as he had always enjoyed. Wiping up roughly to get every spec off of him as the water rained on him. He closed his eyes, he hadn't had the time to fully enjoy the calmness that came with bathing. He'd always been busy, having to rush it all the time. "My blood huh? Hot spice eh?" Khaine called out in a rather curious voice. "Hell, I'd ought to apply prolonged torture to my food before I feed."

Even though he was squeaky clean, he still stood under the water, taking in deep breathes and letting out long sighs, he was at peace for the first time in years really. "I've not had such fun in a while. Thank you, Lilith." Khaine called out from his spot, eyes opening now as he saw his reflection in the water. He frowned in disgust, for he saw a tiny man, how he hated being muscle dysmorphic, though he was aware of his disorder. He shook his head and began to pump his arms and kick his legs, to get his blood flowing to the muscles. He watched as the tainted water that hit him, bead from his form.

"What are we to do now? As all options seem to have been burned up and used... The other prisoners have seen enough for today. It would grow boring to slay them one after another in such a short period of time." Khaine raised his head up to look at the ceiling, letting out a sigh now as he shut the water off. Looking down at the floor as he wiped himself up. Stepping away from the head of the shower, wrapped in a towel now. Loading his clothes up into the washer.

[ghost]

She did not watch as the man disrobed and turned the water on near her; she was a modest woman and if she needed to look she would. Funny how humans were very antsy being nude; we were all born that way so why not live it without fear? Listening to his curious statement she smiled as she peeled off the dress from her skin leaving her bare from the top down to her legs that were still in the thigh high boots. Unless the attire called for it she wore under garments like a bra and panties but in just a dress that covered most of her limbs and thigh highs; it was not needed unless she wore denim material around her legs.

“Extended torture takes time; if you ever want something to play with please feel free to contact me. I normally keep my vaults with at least five but this week I was busy,” she said leaving the ending statement at a halt. She kept work at work and home at home. Unzipping the hidden zipper to the boots she let the water burn her legs as she kicked the shoes off towards the edge of the tile with a swift flick to her legs. “If you have any preference please say so, I do not mind getting something different in tastes.” She said as the water above her lessened as she turned the water down into drips. Wrapping herself around her shoulders she was not in the mood to be picky and walked the floors over the tile into wood back into her bedroom cove pulling out attire in case she was to go out again. Who knew if she would start pulling people for a bite? Slipping into the leggings still bare underneath and lacing the black top on her fairing skin she rolled her hair up once more into an intrigue black hair needle that this time showed the needle itself through its clear sheath as she listened to his words once again soaking the meaning in his mind and what it meant in hers.

_{ahhh attack of the shitty post; srry.
attire ;; ♥♥♥}

[khorne]

Khaine let out a chuckle, "A simple communication, and I get to have my fun with the humans. Nice, I like that." He headed back to the already dried clothes now as time passed, pulling out his clothes and not quite putting them on, but yanking out the clothes underneath them. "Love double layering, I can change outfits in a snap." Khaine pulled up his boxers, following up with a pair of deep dark blue denim jeans that we torn in the right places and fit perfectly on him. He slipped on rather sloppily a plain black dress shirt and buttoned it half way up, slipping on his black dress shoes.

He then called out in an unsure tone, "I feel like traveling, but I'm not quite sure where I want to go. Any ideas Lilith?" Khaine gripped the back of his neck with his hands and pulled downwards gently. Chuckling malevolently now, "All that excitement has made me tense," now jumping about now, kicking his legs out and letting out deep exhales. "S'not often I feel such a blood lust, I often have to limit myself to the extent of their torture, mostly due to the need to stay discrete." 'Kaela Mensha' Khaine grew dull now, awaiting more to come.

:Blah! Couldn't really think of much:

[ghost]

She listened to the man, watched him move like a cat with slivered eyes. Above and through the walls she heard the rain begin to fall harder to the point leaks were starting to show. It was another reason why her haven was mainly made of tile and pipelines to let the water fall naturally than pool up on the floors or even more damaging the wooden slabs to her more ‘comforting’ part of the room. The idea of having her belongings water damaged did irate her but then again she always thought ahead and prepared for it.

Hearing his words on wanting to be on the move, she thought for a moment staring into the darkness towards once of the piping that rattled either from water temperature or it wanting to break. Sucking silently on her inner lip she too wanted to go somewhere but where… it was uncertain though she did need to start looking around for new… dining experiences. “Not really, but I do need to start looking. I like to observe before I choose… just like an animal the items they eat also alters how they will… taste in the end. Maybe a walk in the Barbican or Clerkenwell exclusive parties.” She said in a more pondering statement just throwing out ideas.

With her heels clicking between the wooden planks she didn’t want to wear something over or on her head… she would have to ask. “I will need your assistance; I’m growing tired in wearing a scarf and carrying a parasol and glasses to… protect my eyes…” as she glided with silent clicks till she was next to him. “Would you mind if I… how do they say it… be your ‘arm candy’ for the walk to anywhere?” she asked more as if it was something wrong she was asking for like money for drugs or alcohol in human terms.

^{Sorry for the wait =S
No worries on the shortness as long
as mine is enough for your liking =P}