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Yet year after year, it’s the same routine. And I grow so weary of the sound of screams.
Assistant Coven Master of Sete Diabolica (coven)
The severed head rolled under the pew with a wet thump, coming to rest against the priest’s polished shoe. The man didn’t scream—just stared down at it, blinking, as if waiting for the punchline to a joke he hadn’t heard yet.
"You were late with the tithe," said the woman in the doorway, flicking blood from her nails. Her dress, the color of a freshly scabbed wound, clung to her hips where the fabric had split during the chase. The church smelled of incense and iron now, a combination that made her nostrils flare.
The priest's mouth moved silently, forming words that wouldn’t come. His gaze darted between the head at his feet and the woman in red—no, not a woman, not anymore, if she ever had been. The thing in the doorway smiled, revealing teeth that tapered to points like shards of broken glass.
Behind the altar, a rustle of heavy fabric. Sister Agatha emerged from the sacristy, her wimple slightly askew from hurried prayer. She froze mid-step, her hand flying to the wooden crucifix at her throat. The vampire’s head snapped toward her with the precision of a predator catching new scent. "Ah," she purred. "Dessert."
She taunts the terrified priest about his overdue tithe before noticing Sister Agatha emerging from the sacristy, whom she immediately identifies as her next target.
Sister Agatha’s scream barely had time to echo before the vampire’s fingers clamped around her throat, silencing her with a squeeze that crushed cartilage. The priest scrambled backward, overturning the chalice—consecrated wine splashed across the altar like cheap stage blood. The vampire dragged the nun by her wimple, the starched fabric tearing as easily as skin beneath a blade.
The kitchen was all butcher-block and copper pans, the scent of yesterday’s bread mixing with the coppery reek of fresh terror. The vampire slammed Sister Agatha onto the central table hard enough to crack the wood. A cleaver hung from a hook above the sink; the nun’s fingers scrabbled for it, but the vampire caught her wrist and twisted until the bone snapped with a sound like stepping on dry twigs.
The vampire's fingers slid beneath Sister Agatha's wimple, peeling it away like the rind of a fruit. The fabric tore with a wet sound—somewhere between cloth ripping and flesh parting—revealing the pulsing vein along her throat. The nun's breath came in ragged bursts, her lips moving in silent prayer even as her body spasmed against the splintered table.
The vampire brutally assaults Sister Agatha, dragging her into the kitchen and breaking her wrist when she tries to grab a cleaver. She pins the nun to a butcher-block table, ripping away her wimple to expose her throat as the terrified woman silently prays.
"Still calling on your god?" The vampire leaned down, her tongue tracing the curve of the nun's jaw. "How quaint." With a flick of her wrist, she tore the front of Sister Agatha's habit open, buttons pinging against copper pans. The nun's chest rose and fell rapidly, her skin flushed pink with panic. The vampire inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring at the scent of adrenaline-rich blood rushing just beneath the surface.
The copper pans rattled on their hooks as the door to the rectory kitchen burst inward, hinges screaming like slaughtered pigs. The vampire froze mid-bite, Sister Agatha’s blood still dripping from her fangs. Every candle flame in the room bent toward the doorway as if bowing—except they weren’t candles anymore, were they? The nun realized through fading vision that the flickering lights were pairs of eyes, dozens of them, clustered in the shadows beyond the threshold.
"Drayton comes," whispered one of the watching vampires, voice rasping like a coffin lid dragged over gravel. The words sent a visible shudder through the blood-smeared creature atop Sister Agatha.
The watching eyes blinked out one by one—extinguished like candles snuffed between wet fingers—until only the scent of damp earth and old blood lingered where they’d stood. The vampire atop Sister Agatha lifted her head slowly, lips still glistening with stolen life. Her fingers uncurled from the nun’s torn habit as if releasing a caught bird, though the nun’s chest had long since stilled.
The vampire prepares to feed on Sister Agatha, mocking her faith, but is interrupted when other vampires announce the arrival of someone named Drayton. The intruders' presence terrifies her, causing her to abandon the dying nun as their eyes glow ominously before vanishing.
Drayton’s footsteps made no sound on the flagstones, yet every copper pan trembled on its hook. He stood in the doorway, his frock coat the black of a starless midnight, his cravat stiff with dried blood from collarbone to jaw. The kitchen’s single remaining candle guttered in his presence, casting his hollowed cheeks into sharp relief. His gaze traveled from the ruined table to the nun’s splayed limbs, her habit ripped open to reveal the purpling bite marks along her ribs.
Drayton’s nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of spilled sacramental wine mingling with Sister Agatha’s cooling blood. His upper lip curled back, exposing fangs that gleamed like polished bone in the candlelight. "You rut like starving dogs," he said, his voice a blade wrapped in silk. The words slithered through the kitchen, freezing the other vampires where they lurked in the shadows.
The vampire still straddling the nun’s corpse stiffened. A drop of blood trembled at the corner of her mouth before falling onto Sister Agatha’s parted lips. "She was only food," she said, but her fingers twitched toward the ruined bodice of her dress—a nervous gesture Drayton noted with icy precision.
Drayton's fingers twitched at his sides, the tendons standing out like wires beneath his pallid skin. The candlelight caught the glint of his signet ring—a coiled serpent devouring its own tail—as he stepped forward, his polished boots avoiding the puddles of wine and blood with practiced ease. "You disgrace the gift," he murmured, though the words carried the weight of a cathedral bell. The vampire atop the nun's corpse flinched as if struck.
Her lips parted to protest, but Drayton moved faster than the dying candle's flicker. His hand closed around her throat, lifting her clear of the shattered table with a crack of splintering wood. The nun's body slumped to the floor, limbs splayed in a grotesque parody of supplication. Drayton's grip tightened until the other vampire's carotid pulsed visibly beneath his thumb. "We are not jackals," he hissed. "Not yet."
Initializing....
I am not really a people person but if you talk to me.I will talk back. I'm not really a social butterfly but more rather a wallflower.I usually like to stand back in the corner and just watch people.
I live in the AZ & I spend time on V.R as a past time.
I'm the type of person that most people would call a loner.
But I never really thought to much of labels or stereotypes,
So call it whatever you want.I can care less what people think.
I have always been an very independent person ,& I'm the type of person that just prefers to be alone sometimes playing guitar or listening to music & staying up late coding pages &,chatting friends late at night while online on V.R.
I spend my nights in the shadows the only place where I am happy. I find tranquility within the silence as I sit high atop a hill ,I hear the wind blowing through the trees as the leaves whisper to me softly the sleepy city is dreaming the night away as I have walked the streets ,& I have seen tomorrow become yesterday .Just as another clock strikes the final hour of the day another day is gone,Another dawn of yesterdays sunset just as the Midnight Moon chases away the Sun another day is has come & gone.The Spiders webs of time in a twisted
web in the trees ,I have seen.
Bands that I like, Black Sabbath,The Jimi Hendrix experience,Slayer,Black Label Society.early Metallica'
Iron Maiden,Judas priest AC/DC Van Halen ,Nirvana
Stevie Ray Vaughn & double trouble .Cream .ZZtop
Alice cooper .The Doors .Deep purple ,Robin Trower, Pink floyd ,The Rollin Stones & Santana just to name a few.
I am the type of person that spends way to much time thinking.
I spend lots of time wrapped up in my own mind and sometimes off in my own world or in a daydream,sometimes I really feel like i just don't fit in anywhere & people I know say I am a loaner but I just prefer to stay away from peoples senseless drama or manipulative narcissists or egomaniacs on this site.
I rate as I see fit, So please quit asking me to return the favors it gets old after a while. If you rate me I will see it and I will rate you back whenever,I feel like rating you back. I also have a very complex system that I use to filter messages sent to my inbox usually. If I see a message ,I will read it and not reply & other times ,I will reply after determining if your message validates a response of some form.
I don't gravitate towards the fuckery or dramatics of people on this site. Best thing you can do is keep your drama bullshit ,and lies away from me. I do NOT involve admin in disputes on this site between other members. I will block you and issue massive amounts of negative honor, if needed. Go ahead and try me. :) This is, So other members know you are not a honorable member of this site. All my Coven members are expected to follow the vampire rave T.O.S and refrain from bashing other coven members. Or you will be removed. I have a little system of my own.
I had to apply some security updates. I needed to take the site down for a few hours to complete everything. I did it in the middle of the night.. When hopefully, most of you wouldn't notice :)
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