Dealthagar/Angelina
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Angelina
Dealthagar swung slowly, in time with his heartbeat. He had become numb to the silver plated steel hooks that were anchored in his collarbones, and the chains he hung from had become more of a meditation practice that a means of sensation. He was a creature of the world and locking him away in his tower had been a far more cruel punishment than any torture could be.
His eyes traced the blonde hair and lavender dress of his last meal. He had watched her from his windows and roof. She was a simple servant girl, but the way she moved, the way she walked...
She had invaded his dreams and waking moments. Passions, rage and desire filled him every time he saw her. Pleasuring himself took the edge off for a while and made it alright, but in the long hours and silence of the night, the aloneness tore at him.
He was alone. Alone. He missed her. He missed them both. He missed them all. He missed life.
He traded it all for power.
He missed the nights in the tavern, watching the flock, happy with a bottle of red wine. Watching the mortals having a good time, not knowing or even noticing the briefness of their mortality.
He slowly swung, staring at the girl on his floor. The bruise on her eye and cheek from her master. The ring of holes on her neck from his bite. The smile on her face, dying in ecstasy, happy to die.
He had reached out to her once he could no longer contain himself. Once he had to have her, consume her, love her, destroy her, he would not be denied. He went to her dreams. He called to her. He preyed on her dreary existence, and gave her promises of a better existence. All she had to do was submit to him, and he would make it all better. He would be her best friend, love her forever. "Just give in. Open up your heart and your mind to me."
Fearless and with nothing more to lose, she came. He didn't bother to hide what he was. She was there to give herself to him, have him give her existence direction. She wanted no money, no salvation, and no regrets. She had no fear, as if she had done it before. She wanted his fangs in her, as much as he wanted a taste of her flesh. "Show me your teeth."
They had been her last words. Somewhere between their lovemaking and his feeding she had expired. He hadn't noticed, and her bloodless and broken body lay on the floor, discarded like an empty bottle or a broken toy.
Sularis entered the chamber, but Dealthagar only responded to him with a dismissive motion aimed towards the body. As he swumg, he pictured himself in the clouds, the sun shining down on his face, the essence of her life, her esistance filled him. It was more than blood, it was more than sustinance. It was life.
"This isn't goodbye Angelina. You will always be part of me."
Original Post Date: Tue Jun 22, 2010