Having just accepted the challenge from Art, she decided to take a stroll through the streets instead of heading back to the Isle.
She opened the doors to the Great Hall at the Red Dragon Inn. A storm had come through, bringing with it the charge of supernatural energy. A sense of unease hung like a shroud over the room, and her delicate senses led her further into the room. Visible to all, she glided past the creatures in the room, hands in their leather gloves flexing lightly.
Her head turned, and she caught a glimpse, with both her eyes and the need that haunted her every waking moment.
A cat howled, distracting her for but a moment from her thoughts.
A figure ran through the woods, and she followed close behind. The woman's pain and horror drew her like a fly to honey. When the woman stopped beside the stream, she stopped with her, stepping inside the woman's body to share what she was feeling.
It was perfect. The pain. The fear. The guilt. Kelathe focused on the guilt, her whispered suggestions brushing the woman's mind, amplifying her pain.
The same woman stood beside a man she knew very well. The man was changing back into his human form, out of his half-dragon form. She blurred back into the visible spectrum, moving slowly towards a banquet table containing an array of delicacies. She passed by the woman, seeing her frown, but continued to move past her. More time to play with that morsel later. She studied the foods at the table, delicately removing her gloves, before scooping up a napkin and some food. She kept an eye on the pair, especially the woman, as she moved around the room.
She moved with Jaycy, still whispering. “You don’t deserve life. You must pay the price. All actions have consequences, and these are yours. Pay the piper.” The sound of the woods at night did not penetrate her concentration. Crimson eyes held shut as she stroked.
She slipped into the rooming house she was currently occupying. Not bothering to use a key, she slipped into the empty room. A dirty mattress and a chair were the only furniture. She sat cross-legged on the mattress.
She awoke in an alleyway, head throbbing. She blinked a few times to clear the muck from her eyes. A sharp pain at her wrists. She lifted her arms to eye level, and saw the weeping rope burns that circled around the delicate bones. Brow furrowed, she ran a hand through her hair, startling herself. It was black as midnight.
Something tingled delightfully down her spine. There was a hint of unease in the air, just enough to whet her appetite. She moved closer to the door, simply to catch that delicate scent of confusion tinged with bitterness and anger, and just a touch of fear, all wafting from the woman as she headed for the door. Jaycy stopped, and turned, spotting her. She only smiled in her prey’s direction, forked tongue flicking between her snow-pale lips. She wiggled her fingers in a brief greeting. Before Jaycy could look again, she disappeared.
She turned the sword upside down and tucked the hilt of the weapon between her thighs. Her legs clenched tight and she took a deep, slow breath. Rather than a calming effect, the gypsy felt how furiously her heart was pounding in the moment of stillness. She raised both arms until they were parallel with the dual edges of the short sword. The arms were lifted higher then brought inward until the gleaming metal kissed tender flesh. She violently pulled her arms down across the sharpened edges of the blade, cleaving the skin on both deeply. A hiss of pain escaped and she stared at the damage. The blade fell to the ground as thighs released their tension.
A knock on the door distracted her. She flung off her jacket, revealing a long, slinky black dress. She opened the door, revealing a small, nervous man. “M….mistress? I came when you asked.”
“Ssssstep inside, worm.”
((Special thanks to Jaycy and Psly's players! Some of this post was copied, with permission, from Jaycy))
She moved towards Jaycy, stalking her, as if she were nothing more than a mouse waiting to be devoured. She passed through the woman, staying for but a moment. She glanced to where Teagan held a knife in her hand, and began to make whispered suggestions. Horror. Fear. Pain.
An image of a great dragon, falling to his death, flailing as he loses his draconic shape in midair. Teagan, angry, threatening. Holding a knife, and using it to slit his defenseless throat as he sat, passive.
A small smile crossed her lips as she stood underneath the stream, rinsing away the remnants of her evening’s work.
Stumbling through the streets, not sure where she was, or how she had gotten there. She was simply pain. A man crossed in front of her, and stopped, turning to stare. She saw nothing but red, felt nothing as she sunk her teeth into his throat. She melted into him, gasped with his last dying breath. When she reappeared, she could stand on her own, limbs no longer trembling.
In the moment that the two shivered, she was back across the room, leaning against the wall, ready for the mayhem to start. She allowed her body to tense and relax, watching as Jaycy hurried across the room to the bar, stopping, and moving back toward Pslyder. She could sense the woman’s embarrassment. It wasn’t enough.
Blood leaked into the water, flowing with the current. Disappearing with the stream. Kelathe sat, hands wrapped around her around her knees, watching the woman die. She felt the ebbing flow in her veins, an exhilaration as she shifted slightly. The woman’s long red hair trailed in the water, and she watched its movements, eyes glassy with pleasure.
She pushed away from the wall again, heading towards the bar. The man stood, and she could hardly suppress her glee. She slipped inside of him as he started to speak, running her fingers down his spine, whispering in his ear.
The shower was hot, and she was hotter. She ran her fingers through her hair, down along her body. She let her hand wander, biting her lip.
An image: finding her still body, drained of all life. Losing control, and changing into full draconic form while coupled with her frail human flesh, her screams as she is crushed. Anubis, standing over her broken body, laughter on his lips as a collar drops from his hand.
She stared down at the cold, impassive flesh. The life that she had just taken. And she was exhilarated. She licked her lips, shivering a little in the cold night air. There was no repercussions, no sirens. No policemen threatening to throw her in jail. She was … free.
The woman’s concern was touching, but not what she wanted. She slipped inside of her, running her fingers over the woman’s brow, whispering along the link the two shared, filling her with pain and doubt.
Tass hating her, and telling her exactly how he felt. The coldness in his eyes as he turned away from her. It changed to Pslyder, turning his back on her forever, treating her like she was nothing to him. Teagan, spitting in her face, and throwing an opened collar at her feet.
She held on, feeding on the pair as their emotions ran unchecked. Guilt. Pain. Fear. Hatred. Everything they thought, everything they felt, it was hers for the taking. She felt another presence enter into the equation, and knew it was time for to her to go. So, she stepped back. A smirk on her face, she watched as the two had to be calmed by another. She left them there, her work completed. Satiated.
Stepping from the shower, she dried herself briefly with a scrap of towel someone had left behind. She slipped into the black turtleneck and jeans she had stored here before, and slipped back into the small room.
There, tied to the mattress, was her work of the evening. Rope traveled through several eyehooks in the wall, wrapping around the man’s extremities, and holding him in place. Claw and teeth marks covered his naked body, and blood pooled on the mattress below him. The smell of death in the room caused her to shiver again in pleasure.
Invisible again, she slipped back into the night, looking for her next fix.
Where did I leave those keys?
I swear if that bitch hasn’t cleaned up after her brat, I’ll toss them both out on the street…
Is he cheating….?
Does she love me….?
The words, emotions, thoughts – all were her domain, where she walked with strength. These creatures – none of them knew how easy they were for her to take, to mold to her ever-growing need.
What Kelathe wanted was a challenge.
Her personal memories were muddied – like looking into a deep pond, where the surface was clear, but the depths could not be seen for the dark. One memory she cherished was of a certain red-headed gypsy, Baroness of Seaside. After tasting her pain, her guilt – Kelathe wanted more. But Jaycy was protected – by a powerful force, by her link with the Dragon-man, Pslyder.
It made her want. And she always got what she wanted, no matter how hard she had to work at it.
She came to the walls of the Barony of Seaside’s Manor. Thick walls. Completely defensible, no weakness that was visible to the naked eye.
Except for one.
Kelathe slipped into the wall, shivering at the coldness of the stone through her body. The strength, sometimes threatened by minute cracks. She could taste the earth there, in the stone.
As she imagined it would be, the building was Impressive. Wealthy. Completely impersonal. It was hard to believe that such a colorful woman would not place a touch of herself…Wait. Ah- Kelathe found Jaycy’s dueling banners, hanging in the main hallway.
This place was much like the Tower she had once held. While it belonged to a person who held the title, it was still just a building, a symbol that came with the power.
How many had walked these halls? Slept in its rooms? Made love in the kitchen? A smile crossed Kelathe’s face as her hand trailed along walls, and furniture. Feeling. She heard voices, and was drawn towards them.
The parlor, how quaint. There, she silently witnessed the ending of an engagement. Information gathered, stored away. She was not surprised, considering the beauty and…passion of the dragon-man. But Kelathe doubted it was a purely physical reason.
After all, it could be difficult to live with such a creature in one’s head. She had to suppress a wild giggle.
She stayed, watching Jaycy, studying her every movement, imagining flesh under her hands, moving with her.
This, then, was what she wanted. Slipping towards Jaycy, Kelathe leaned over, and kissed her cheek. She would take her. She would make her her own. And then, Kelathe would break her heart.
Teagan was gone.
She hauled her trembling body from the floor, and slipped between the sheets again. Teagan was a restless soul, and Kelathe knew she would be back later.
She wiped a hand across her face, the scent of the woman lingering on her fingers, her tongue. She shivered deliciously. What was she dreaming about?
A dark presence withdrew from the snake, removing its claws from her soul. But only momentarily. It could taste the blood on its lips, feel tooth and nail rip flesh. Tear. This world was ripe for visceral pleasures. It had found a perfect vessel.
Kel shivered again. Something...wasn't right. Suddenly sick, she stumbled into the bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach. She glanced in the mirror, stumbling against the wall. Her hair was snowy white again. She reached out to touch her reflection.
The creature sunk its teeth into her throat, melding its essence with hers. A moment, only, and it blinked crimson eyes. The mirror before it was shattered, the creature's hand bleeding.
This would not do.
The wounds slowly began to heal, the glass reverse its shattered state. A door slammed, and a voice called her name.
Kelathe slipped back into the bedroom, stretching her naked body, for Teagan's approval. She beckoned the woman with one finger, forked tongue flickering seductively.
A figure peeled itself from the murky light around the door, a woman who hurried over to Kel's table.
"Why are we meeting here again?" The woman seemed to be uncomfortable, watched like a mouse parading in front of a bunch of hungry cats by the other patrons of the establishment.
"You wanted an adventure tonight," Kelathe answered, a smirk crossing her lips. Her crimson eyes glowed faintly in the dim light.
The woman threw her things down on the table, and looked around again, this time for someone to bring her a drink. Kelathe gestured to the bartender, who brought her companion a tall, thin glass. "What's this?" the woman asked suspiciously.
She could feel her patience begin to slip, but she kept her voice silky. “Just try it, love. I guarantee you will like it.”
Irritation broke through, a small loss of such tight control, and she opened her eyes. Really opened them. Where was she?
Kelathe watched her take a deep drink, trying to be seductive. Her eyes narrowed at the game, but she ran her them over her appreciatively.
It was if she were in a locked room, peering out through her own eyes. She could see the woman across from her. Could sense her attraction.
The woman still looked nervous, so Kelathe took her hand, gently running her fingers over Kel’s lips, and nipping them gently. “Calm down, lovely. Soon.”
Her prey’s eyes closed, and she moaned low in her throat. There was no movement anywhere else in the room, as others sat transfixed by this little show. Kelathe watched as she finished her drink, and then stood.
“Let’s go somewhere more private.”
She stretched, languidly, naked body sweating after the vigorous exercise she just gave it. The woman laid with her eyes glazed, a faint smile on her lips as she watched Kelathe.
Kel prowled up the woman’s body, leaving a trail of kisses and nips, and stopped staring into her eyes.
She could feel the…thing controlling her body. Its intention for this woman. She shivered, pulling her thin, bedraggled body into defiance. She beat against the walls of her prison, screaming.”
The thing that would be Kel shivered a little. The woman looked up with concern. “Are you alright?”
Playtime was over.
With one swipe of a stiffened hand, Kel ripped the woman’s throat out. Arterial spray soaked her hair, covered her face and chest. She savored the woman’s surprise, and dying thoughts.
Sobbing, she sank down to her haunches, hugging her knees. What was wrong with her? Why was she doing this?
She had an appointment to keep. Knocking on the door to the apartment, Teagan answered with a smile, and let her in. A feral grin crossed her lips as she followed her back to the bedroom.
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