Perverse Thirst: A Ghost Walkers Prelude

Chapter 17

Every ounce of uncovered truth left a bad taste in Pilo's mouth. The bile of all the lies hadn't been washed away yet. There were still a couple of rinses he had to take care of before he returned to Demini. Tired of being part of the problem, Pilo began making moves to right his wrongs. Before he could move forward, he had to take care of the past. The current structure had to be revamped before they could have a chance at defending themselves against the eminent attack. Stopping by the Mayor's mansion gave Pilo the opportunity to get a feel of who his allies were.

Skipping the secret entrance, Pilo ghost walked directly in the mansion, and went unnoticed. Before he began his search, he opened a window to allow his bat inside. The three elder Counsel members were busy with their nightly orgies. Consumed in their lusts, none of the men paid any attention to Pilo as he roamed the halls among the paintings and statues. Towards the back of the mansion, Pilo caught of whiff of a tempting meal. All of the action worked up an appetite, and the scent distracted him.

Pushing open the white door, Pilo unobstructed the view of a young lady standing by herself. She stood in the middle of the wooden walls, listening to music. Red curtains ran from the ceiling to the floor, reminding Pilo of his thirst. A thin white dress resembled an echo as it swayed in opposite motions of her body as she moved with the music. Through the thin material, he scanned the shadows of her curves. A dryness in his mouth developed as he listened to her heartbeat over the music. Pinned up off of her shoulders, her brown hair exposed the soft white skin of her neck. In her right hand she held a glass of wine, and her left hand steadied herself against the desk. Trying to stay away from his thoughts, Pilo entered the room under the motivation of his desires.

Stopping behind her, Pilo watched the vein on her neck thump in rhythm. He wanted it so intensely he could already taste the sweetness of her life force. Putting his pelvis up against the back of her, he wrapped his left hand around her waist. She didn't stop dancing, and he started moving with her. With his right hand, he ran it over her shoulder, and down her arm. Putting his cheek against her ear, he took in a deep breath of her essence. The softness of her skin made Pilo's tongue swell, and the gums around his fangs ache. Rubbing his lips over her neck he enjoyed the vibration of her artery.

In the back of his mind, he kept telling himself to leave the room. He knew he shouldn't be preying on this young girl, but everything about her aroused his desires. He wanted to bathe in her blood. Stimulating her body excited Pilo. Her scent grew strong, the longer he danced with her. The more his hands roamed, the more she gave into his lead. It wouldn't take long before she would want to give him anything he wanted; no matter how filthy it made both of them. The wetness he wanted to feel had to be taken. She tilted her head to the side, letting him know she wanted him.

"Please," she said, "take it."

Her words drove him to ecstasy, and he exposed his fangs. Sinking them deep into the soft flesh of her neck struck the artery, and blood spilled into his mouth. Warmth covered him, and he closed his eyes. Gripping her arms, Pilo pulled her in close. Sucking hard, he made sure he took in as much of her life force he could. The warmth of the streams running down his chin made him squeeze his grip tighter. Standing upright became difficult when completely focused on feeding. As her body grew cold, he guided her to the floor. Placing her feet up on the desk, he used gravity to bring as much of his drink to him as possible.

When the well ran dry, and his mouth and neck were covered in blood, Pilo found himself in disgust. Feeding ended, and the welcome of the filth ran out. He pushed her lifeless body away from him, and backed himself up into the couch. Looking at her body, he ran his fingers roughly through his hair. Her eyes were wide open, and the upper half of her dress glistened bright red. Taking his eyes from his victim, Pilo spit the wetness from his mouth. Grabbing one of the cushions from the couch, he threw it into the opposite wall. With his other hand he flipped over the couch. Getting to his feet, he walked over to the curtains, and used them to wipe off his mouth.