full moon stalker

Full moon Stalker

A darkness wrapped itself around the town. To black to let the stars shine, to haunting to let the full moon be hidden. Down Town in the bar, lights flash as the towns drunks and party launchers skull down another bottle of whisky, washing their troubles away.

The only women left, a pale, troubled Gothic, a walking suicide pill, gone by name of Marishka. She sits, drunkily of a bar stool slopping the contents of her drink over her white tee- shirt. Flash it does, flash revealing her tiny breasts, drenched to the core, red like the blood she so desires to consume. She stumbles to get up, almost falling on to the cold , harsh tiles. She doesn't though, and oh so lucky she is, corrects herself and begins to stagger.

Leave swish, twirl blowing in the wind, dogs bark screaming to rip her to shreads, their territory, and slightly ever so slightly it begins to feel like she is being followed. Or maybe It's just the mood, the tree's or the alcohol that is now running throught her veins. She does not care, she continues to walk, unaware that their is a shadow lurking behind her.

The street sign seems hard to read as she passes through the park. Behind her the swings move, back and forth , back and forth creepily like an old rocking chair. "It's just the wind" she tells herself , " Surely it's just the wind". The lights are out and noboby's home, and then she reminds herself that this is her life, a stranger alone, waiting for the perfect moment to feel truley alive.

She unlocks the door, dropping the key onto the ground, she does not yet realise. Up the stairs she stumbles, gripping the staircase, untill she reaches the top. Into her room, Marishka walks, falling hard on her bed. It goes from black to complete darkness , again as she feels herself fall asleep. Another night wasted.

"Marishka , Marishka, she hears a distant whisper or maybe it's close. "Maybe it's a dream, should I wake up " she whispers to herself, now awake. "Should I open my eyes". Ponders , wonders, questions herself beginning to feel suddenly scared. "Maybe a peep wouldn't hurt". So she slowly opens one eye. Alas a girl A hngry girl, a girl she's seen before, tearing apart her meat at a local club. "Yes a hngry girl I am to" Marishka whispers as she feels a cold, hard, sharp object running from her pants to her breast.

Drunk and scared she opens her eyes wide, as she feels something dripping onto her shirt, The hungry girl, is ontop of Marishka, dripping her wet hair onto her alcohol stained shirt. Marishka confused begins to scream, but the hungry girl lifts a knife above her head and whispers into her ear "You want my blood, your hungry to, Iv'e watched you and waited all this time, for so long, in the shadows, from afar and now I watch as you consume me".

The girl, the hungry girl, she dropes the knife, throwing it across the floor, tearing marishka's skirt to shreads. She bites her feet, she sucks her legs, biting her parts, to make the hunger dissapear. Her fingernails dig deep into her skin, opening her up, she slides her clicking tonge inside, as if possesed, deep into Marishka's soft tissue and then deeper, deeper she goes. Letting her hands move to her shirt, The hungry girl tear's it apart, relasing her head, moving to her chest, her teeth shining in the dark, biting hard, biting her breats, tearing the skin.

Marishka scared, trys to fight the hungry girl of, but not without a struggle, but it's to late. The hungry girl, she picks up the knife, slitting her wrist, jumping ontop of Marishka "Suck me, consume me, take me, my vampire queen". Mariska shakes her head, but the hungry girl insits, feeling offended., she wrips at her own clothes, rubbing her blood all over her body, she finds the knife, searching for her parts and when she does, stabs in into her and begins to twirl it around, releasing the blackest blood known to man kind. Arond and around she goes, opening Marishka's parts again, letting the blood leak inside her.

Marishka feels sick, but starts to feel strange, like a possesion coming over her. She starts to feel good about it, tempted even, urges to want more and she watches as she feels the warm blood dripping inside of her. The hungry girl licks her lips, sticking her fingers into Marishka's part, bringing them to Marishka's lips. "Drink my queen, my dying wish, may you take me". Marishka sucks her fingers biting them, wripping the skin, hungrily aching for more. She pulls the knife from within the hungry girl, sucking the blood from her parts, from her wrists, cutting her apart, untill she is dead and alone leaving Marishka hungry for more.