Of Fangs & Fins ✔

28. Impending Destruction

SR: Billie Eilish – bellyache

Twenty-Eight

Eryn.

1871.

Coyotes called out into the night, breaking me out of my focus. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked out the window, determining where they could be. Perhaps they were attracted to the scent of spilled blood. I went back to languidly sucking the blood out of the woman's thigh. Grabbing her hips, I yanked her closer.

She moaned, gripping my short hair, pressing me into her sopping cunt. I grinned against her throbbing bud, my tongue sweeping out and sucking her into my mouth.

"Oh fuck!" Sherri moaned, wrapping her legs around my head, keeping me in place as she grated herself against my tongue.

As I pumped my finger in and out of her, a knock on the door threw me off of my rhythm. I growled, turning my head to look at who walked in. A thrall of mine stood in the doorway, hungrily wanting a bite from me. She scratched the side of her neck, as she stared intently as my mouth.

"Mlle. Verconis, it's the clan from the next town over, they're leaving, Prussian forces are pushing in, it's time to go."

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the woman's thigh, sinking my fangs back into her fleshy thigh.

"I can take down a couple of soldiers," I murmured against her thigh, licking the blood dripping down her neck.

"No, Napoléon might've been captured. It's an army," the woman pleaded, her eyes wild, "Paris is left wide open, they're going to close in. We could use the day's lead."

I sighed, pulling away from the woman. Yanking her up, I sank my teeth into her jugular. She gasped and parted her lips. I drank every last drop of her blood, feeling her veins close up. I stood up and grabbed my sword, pulling on my breeches right after.

Wordlessly, I grabbed the girls' lifeless body and snapped her neck. "She'll be a treat for them."

"A frenzied?" The thrall asked, excitement sparking.

I laughed dryly, imagining the humans walking in and Sherri attacking them, ripping them into pieces. "Yes, darling." I unceremoniously threw her to the ground, "her blood was a delicacy."

"Mlle. Verconis—"

I stopped abruptly and swat the back of my hand across my thrall's face. Fragile girl, letting the vampire bite absorb her whole. All she craved was my fangs in her skin. She couldn't keep her mind off it and she stared at me pleadingly.

Sybil wouldn't have liked this, but it wasn't up to what she wanted. She's not here anymore. Doesn't matter what she thinks.

I sighed, walking out of the brothel. My thrall trailed behind, following me in the deserted streets leading out of Paris.

"We're going to take the rail," I replied, pointing over to a steam locomotive, watching as it speedily ate the tracks in its path. Seeing that train for the first time really made me realize that I would be on this Earth forever. I watched with fascination as it got made, wondering what could be next. Humans were always so focused on improving the life that they had, making everything easier, or more convenient. Sybil would say that they sought to go faster and faster through life.

I watched the world change around me, shifting and contorting in its wake. The question was, would I change with it? I glanced at the rapier at my hip. I didn't carry around needle guns as the soldiers did. They were bulky and unnecessary. Humans felt the need to kill each other with something bigger and worse than the next. What would be the next thing?