24 February 2013
The townsfolk, unbeknown to themselves, were easy prey to Kirsteen, she lithely glided towards them, searching for a gorging feed. Her senses over-heightened, overwhelmed her to unadulterated giddiness; the onslaught of scents -this soon to a myriad-detained-delayed feed proved too much for her. She surrendered to the moon, gave it full reign to command her essence, her hunger, her thirst, her copious need to feed. She drifted into unconsciousness -sifting through the aromas pulsating through the thick, heavy heat of the flames which spread out towards her... Sweet and sour ribs wafted off pitchfork sized waif Jeremy Grim, a fine specimen but too scrawny for tonight's first feast Kirsteen thought. Next to him Kathleen Saunters plump curves twisted a-la-a spitfire roast, her skin sizzling provocatively under the over baked flames which eagerly feasted off the crypt; tempting, very tempting -maybe keep her as an aperitif for later she mused. Little Bran Green, on the other hand, oozed off cranberry seeped soggy sponge cake, warm, gooey and devilishly tempting -a definite desert -she noted for later. However; Kirsteen knew what she wanted, what her core hungered for; a feed of the century, Lilith's blessed child-carrier, her soon-to-be-demonic-child's mother; a siren -a vixen her blood ravished for, her essence had to be hers, a price Lilith had to pay for her now tainted crystal heart.
She languishly approached Marcy Felps, a striking, voluptuous young lady; her eyes -siren calls to Kirsteen, sweet, temptious, alluring.
"Kirsteen?" Kirsteen's smile widened. "Marcy Felps, now this is a surprise, witch-hunting again?" "You could call it that..." she hesitated uneasily "w-why are you here?" The honey-coated strawberry laced voluptuousness that made-up Marcy Felps tantalised Kirsteen's senses -her eyes hypnotically calling Kirsteen in like a siren. The pull was immensely satisfying, Kirsteen chose to be playful with her food. "Why am I here?" Marcy nodded with a tentative gulp. Now grinning, showing her newly acquired dagger-sharp canines Kirsteen allowed the blazing-heat-ridden-silence creep up on Marcy.
~ Copyright Ozlem Yikici 24.02.2013
-Edited part 4, I'm hoping its more of an enticing and less confused read.
Beyond the Crypt - Part 4 • Opuss № I