Stories and creations

In the shadows

Hey guys, this is the first short story. I hope you like it, vote, comment, let me know :)

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"How many poets does it take to change a light bulb?" Micky joked stumbling and slurring in his drunken state. "No idea" his sober and irritated date answered, chucklingl to himself at the joke he was telling, he answered. "Three. One to curse the darkness, one to light a candle...and one to change the bulb." Victoria cocked her head with hatred and smiled falsely, taking his hand she gently nudged him towards a nearby alleyway. She meandered along, slinking like a serpent in heels and a black dress. Were those eyes she saw at the other end of the ally...?

I suppose not.

Turning back around she caught sight of him winking and beckoning her over with wide arms. Hiding her disgust for this vile creature, she smirked and strutted to him, her hands on hips feigning innocence with a lustful gaze. She could smell his boozy breath concocting with the putrid stink of the ally, creating a poisonous aroma. Brushing it off she focused on the evening's motive; Satisfying her insatiable hunger. Swallowing down the thick lump in her throat as she neared his dry, chapped lips she began on the task at hand. Hunger took over as she pushed him up against the wall, his arms around her waist and as her lips just brushed his. She took it. She took everything of 'Micky'. She stole all the life and energy that ever graced his body.

She took a step back to admire his sunken cadaver, limp and lifeless down to the floor. An over-sized grin cut through his face although his eyes were as empty as her icy heart and he cried a single tear of blood.

Tracing her lips with nimble fingers the silky succubus sauntered out of the
crime scene, glancing back with a seductive smirk at her most recent victim. She laughed, loud and carelessly, in the centre of the street, cutting through the silence of the city. She laughed at how easy it was to convince a man that he was actually the object of your desire and affection. People glanced through half open blinds and peaked around curtains, but one caught her eye. A pair of purple eyes met her glistening, red orbs, stared, unblinking for a moment then scarpered, fleeing the ivy coated garden in which their host hid.

Chasing the mysterious cloaked figured she abandoned her heels, running barefoot through the richer side of town. Many old friends and rare acquaintances resided in these areas. Grand houses, long driveways full of blackness, dark corners, locations of dark deeds and places for even the most malevolent to hide. She stepped cautiously, listening closely for just a hint of her suspicious watchers where about's. Low growling right behind her caught her attention.

"Do not turn around. Succubus, harlot of satan, do not look at me with those eyes that have possessed many a man,". Sharp claws dug into her wrists, blood dripping down her cold fingers as she shivered at the winds chilling breath and the spine curling pain in her wrist. Whatever continued to whisper in her ear.... Wasn't human. "You shouldn't have followed me.... I gave you a chance but as the saying goes curiosity.... your curiosity will kill you little cat. A black kitten in the night will always run if there is..." She felt his hot sensual breath nipping at the base of her neck "a wolf at her heels" he whispered laying a small kiss below her ear.

A werewolf.

This werewolf.

Nikolai.

She had become acquainted with him once before, he almost ripped her heart from her chest. "You always did speak in riddles" Victoria announced attempting to mask her fear. He removed his claws from her wrist, causing a sharp intake of breath from betwixt her lips,and dragged a heated yet soft palm across her stomach "Relax...." he breathed biting into her left shoulder with pointed canine teeth. She went to curse in pain but managed nothing more than a hiss for he simply shushed her, dismissing it as though she weren't bleeding out. A raven fluttered through the ancient oak tree beside them as petite licks crossed the wound from a careful, dainty tongue.

She held up her wrist for him to heal, he sniggered, her request denied. "I'll leave that as a reminder that you'll have to come back and see me some time, eh?" Before she could retort he was gone, returning into the dark, the shadows where he chose to hide, praying on any who dared to wander the streets alone.

There were many mystical evils lurking in the shadows that night but none more sadistic and none more malicious than Victoria herself.

Succubus. Thief. Murderer.