temptress

Long Island

2012-02-18T05:46:38-08:00

In the streets, the dead roam free... �Always lost in mindless pursuit of the living.. �Cal looks down the alley... �"We have to be careful, if one sees us , �they all see us.. Behind him cries are muffled.. �children clutched to mothers.. Men hold their manhoods cheap.. ahead there is a school bus the windows blacked out. Slowly, too slowly for Cal's taste people are loaded onto the bus. Once everyone is on the bus, they begin the long trek out to the settleement. Here and there zombies see the bus and wander towards it, but they lose interest not seeing any people and go back to milling around. The ride seems unneventful. They move unnoticed, save the dark haired woman who is standing by the edge of the road. She is watching them intently. There seem to be more zombies as they near the compound. Cal tells himself that he must be mistaken. It must just be the time of day. The undead do migrate, but tend to drift towards the city. Radioing on the cb to the compound. Large Steel gates open to what appears to be an abandoned warehouse. No signs of life can be seen inside. The gate closes behind them. The bus comes to a halt.. " We are here.." �Getting off the bus the refugees slowly file behind Cal to a door on the far side of the garage. Other buses and vehicles are parked, all facing the gate. Going through the door is like a return to reality. Children can be heard playing and laughing.. People move to and fro, going about their tasks, and talking to each other. One by one the refugees seem to come to life.. They start to talk first to each other, kids run forward to join the other children.�

Addressing the group, "here is eden 1... �Eden 2 is across the bay. We have been shuttling people across using the old ferrys for 8 years now. Now alot goes into getting people out of New York.. �Looking at them for the first time he sees hope. We send everyone we can. There are still others out there, and it is our job to find them. There are other camps across the island but everyone comes here eventually. leading the group to the docks they see the ferrys sitting in the harbor. We only move at night, and it is a risky trip.�

Outside the compound walking among the undead, the dark haired woman gazes up at the gate. "Master will be pleased" �I am my pet.. comes a hollow voice in her head.. but is she in there? .. No master.. �Then you still fail me.. �The zombies start to stare at her.. �You wouldnt want me to remove my protection, would you? �An icy shiver goes down her back. No master.. I will find her.. �Go then.. �this place is a matter for him to deal with.. �Yes my master.. with that she turns on her heels and heads towards the city.�

Night falls, and the beast awakens.. �His lover greets him with lust and blood to invigorate him for the nights activities. �She brings him a map .. showing a building in brooklyn.. �"My love your work starts here" �

The guards keep a watchout for any signs of lupine or vampires.. �The tall apartment building gives them a clear view of the water, but not tonight.. a fog has set in and visiblitiy is very limited tonight. The fog seems its thickest around the lower floors of the building.. The wind picks up.. �A blood curtling shriek comes out of the fog and seems to come from everywhere at once. The mist rises and engulfs the building.. A second unholy shriek, �and all the windows in the building explode.. �in a shower of broken glass.. The brick building begins to quiver.. and like an egg in a vice the whole building implodes.. �Not a cry, no shots fired.. In a moment it is over and the building is smoking rubble. None survive the impact. landing ontop of the rubble Dark torment lets out a shriek of triumph.. �Holding up a clawed hand towards Manhattan.. His deep voice bellows "This blood I spill for you my queen"..�

The Station

2011-08-10T10:18:03-07:00

Cal and Evelyn exit the train car. Evelyn looks back and the strange man seems to have vanished. On the train platform, the people look ragged and scared. The soldiers move the passengers across the tracks to the other side, most go slowly just being led along like cattle. Empty expressions on the faces of a hopeless populace. Here and there soldiers move through the crowd. checking the people over, stopping only to pay close attention to any who are badly injured. pushing them away from the others, the crowd just keeps moving. Numb to the situation, they just mill along to the other side of the platform. The �outbound train� sits cold and unfeeling on the tracks. Workers hurry to clean out the insides spraying� a soapy substance with hoses and rinsing out the blood and gore to the tracks below. The people stand unnaffected by the process. Awaiting the conclussion �to reboard the trains Here and there gunfire erupts, as soldiers put the muzzle of their weapon to the base of the skulls of the fallen. Ensuring none rise to disturb the efficient flow of� the trains. Other individuals, dressed in black suits, are moving through the crowd as well. Following a preset "shopping list" they lead off various �passengers. Offering food water and safety, people follow them without question.�

�� Evelyn lowers her head, avoiding the gaze of these black suited figures. Cal sees her, and follows suit as they cross the terminal and prepare to board the train. He reaches his hand out to comfort her, and she melts against his strong form. Looking into her eyes, he sees tears, and a fear, a fear she didnt show on the train. Burying her face against his chest he slowly escorts her to the train, and to a seat. "We have some time before we depart, " he tells her. "The trains wait till sunrise to leave. The only descent thing they do for us."

�� Evelyns' eyes are turned downward, her body shaking. she closes her eyes. �The rest of the night passes quietly for the two of them in the traincar. The soldiers walking up and down the plaform, offer no comfort. The announcements overhead that they are heading to a safezone sound tired and bring no solace. Cal looks around the car. Nobody lifts their heads. The speaker seems to fall on deaf ears. Cal has heard the announcement before. They are just being sent back into the city. lambs to the slaughter. Written off by the government, they are just rats in an experiment. Looking around he assesses the people on the train, I have to lead them to safety. Like Moses in the desert.

�� Slowly the train begins to depart the station. Once it clears the tunnel, and the protection of the military, the people begin to talk. Not much just muttered curses and prayers. Standing to his full height, clearing his throat, Cal addresses the passengers, telling them what he has said so many times before. There is real safety, a real shelter. The people look up at him, here and there stricken faces look back down. always happens, in every group. Doubters, can't say as I blame them. They have seen so much loss, truth told they are already dead, just don't know it yet.......

�� "Alright, those of you who are with me, we get off on Sutphin blvd." We have alot of ground to cover, before sunset. But there is safety." On top of the train, a black wrapped body fidgets and struggles to no avail. alongside of him, clinging to the roof of the train is� a black trenchcoated figure. Smiling at the struggling bundle, he pats it, and begins to drag it towards the divide between the cars. �

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Cal

2011-06-09T20:27:17-07:00

Getting up from her seat, she approaches the man. He sits and continues to look blankly out the window. Looking him over, he seems plain and unassuming. Short reddish blond hair coming to a widows peak, pale skin, almost ashen in color. His eyes are most striking, dark, and (her mind must be playing tricks on her, she tells herself) swirling orbs in a sunken face. He looks as though he has seen hell, and lived to tell about it. She realizes she has no idea how long she has been staring at him. He looks up at her, and in a calm voice, says” I think you better take your seat”. The words chill her to the bone. Shaking visibly she backs up and stumbles back onto the bench seat. She notices his gaze has shifted to the front of the car. She sees his hand tighten into a fist and almost....disappear, no it has been a long day. Up ahead you can hear the turmoil. Gunshots being fired, people yelling. A large creature is in the next car and the people within are fighting for their lives. She looks over at him, pleadingly, only to notice his gaze has returned to the window. A shotgun blast comes through the door and blows the handrail off the back of the strange mans seat. He doesn't even flinch as the rail rips from its position and tumbles to the ground several seats back. Horrified now, she cannot help but stare at the front of the car. The car in front of them is turmoil. She can watch no longer. Getting up she balls up her fists and storms to the front of the car. Pushing her way into the next car, she can see a large African American man, wrestling with a werewolf. Several of the passengers in the car have already been turned into zombies. It is complete chaos. The man is losing the fight with the werewolf. Without thinking she jumps on the creatures back. Grabbing the jaw, and bending the head back, the man is able to get off a shot, it passes right through the beast, and nicks her side. The pain is white hot but she doesn't let go of the beast. The man pinned under the prone creature shoves his shotgun into the throat, and yells get back!!!!

letting go of the snout of the beast, Evelyn swings off of the creature, as the blast blows a hole through the back of the neck of the creature. Its body lets out a whimper, and it collapses. Before Evelyn can catch her breath a zombie, once a kindly old woman, hisses at her, and lunges for her. Her head explodes in a rain of blood and brain matter all over Evelyn. “ The name is Cal, your bleeding, you should get that looked at. Hey, you haven't seen an older man, supposed ta be pickin him up.” Looking down she sees blood welling up on her side. Clutching at her side, she sees there are a dozen or more zombies in the car, slowly shuffling towards them. Cal grabs her by the arm and drags her back out of the car and to where the man is still sitting calm, and looking out the window. Cal grabs a grenade and pulls the pin, and without a word she ducks behind a seat. He tosses it and the blast rocks the train, almost derailing it. The shock wave throws Cal back down the middle of the car and he lands in a heap, several feet away, unmoving. The blast does the trick, and no more zombies remain in front of them. She looks over at Cal, and notices the strange man is staring at her.

The blood, the blood is calling me.... Drawing me out of my daydream... She is human, yet I crave her blood.....It would be so easy, to reach over and take it..... This is wrong, human blood does nothing for me...Yet her smell draws me out of hiding.... Her scent so alluring.... Is this it?...... Am I becoming one of them..... Or have I been one of them all along?........... His head picking up, “Vampires....” he utters in a voice barely above a whisper. No, no, you ghoulish bastards....Shes mine.... What am I thinking? I don't know why, but I cannot......let ….them.......have …..her......Their scent makes me sick, like fermenting garbage, covered in perfume. I need them to live. To remain, calm ....control the animal within..

The vampires can smell it too. As the train continues to trundle along, two dark characters quietly move from car to car, searching for the scent. Drawn to her as he is. The tireless search for her spares many lives. The vile pair are too lost in blood lust to play. Evelyn is leaning forward, her blood staining through her coat. Trying to stay awake, she notices his stare. “So, now you notice me! You prick!!” she yells at him. And yet, he stares at her quietly. Looking up she can see the two young men enter the badly damaged train car. She notices that “he” is looking at them too. They are teenagers and dunk judging by the looks of them. And by the clothing and blood all over there necks, recently turned too. Pulling her coat in tight, Evelyn realizes she is freezing. Shaking she lowers her head awaiting the worst.

I look up at the two as they enter the train car. Laughing and yelling, they must be drunk. They rush over to her. Cackling wildly, they stand over her. Their teeth are showing, as they play with her hair, and pull her coat open, showing the wound. Her head lowered, she is resigning herself to her fate. Without understanding why, I rise and quickly cover the distance between us. Claws drawn, I impale the first creature right through his abdomen. In the shock of the moment I spin his body around and launch him through the sliding doors and out into the night. He is hurled into the darkness yelling curses as he disappears into the dark. One down one to go......

The second one lunges and grabs me, knocking me off my feet, to the floor. He has no idea, what I am as he goes for my throat. I turn my head to the side offering my throat and he locks onto it, hungrily. Never on the first date, didn't your Momma teach you any manners..... unstrapping my sawed off I fire right into the middle of his body. The shot lifts him off me and I immediately turn to mist. Standing over him now, shotgun in hand, he hisses at me. Firing the second shot into his back his body hits the ground with a sickening thud.

Going over to my backpack, I open it, and stuff a rag in the heads mouth, grabbing the trash bags rope and duct tape. Working quickly I bind the vampires wrists and ankle with the tape. Looking up I realize she is standing now. Staring at me while I tie up my new “friend”. Looking up at her, I say in a monotone voice. “Go check on your friend there. No sense in wasting time waiting, for him to change.” She still stands motionless as I wrap up the vampires body. “ Help me if you want to live”. I tell her. With that said she springs to life and rushes over to Cal.

Cal had been in demolitions for over 20 years. . He had set explosives many times. He knew first hand to protect his internal organs, The concussive force could rupture his abdomen and grabbed hold part of the door to the train car. He held it over his organs. The blast threw him over 20 feet, but wasn't strong enough to take out Calvin Ernest Washington, Cal for short. Laying on his his back, steel door on his abdomen. Evelyn searches him for a life sign. She couldn't hear his heartbeat in his chest. His hands were locked on the plate. To her surprise he sits up, and starts yelling at her” What happened?!!!” Sticking his finger in his ear and shaking it a bit, he says Now thats what the fuck I'm talking about!!” “Are you ok Cal?” she asks in a loud voice. “Yeah, why are you yelling at me? I have a mother of a headache, and my vision is a little blurry”. Evelyn looks up to say something and is amazed how quickly the stranger has wrapped up the body of the vampire. Putting his extra supplies away. He stands, and in a smooth voice says”He gonna make it?”

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a quiet ride in the night

2011-06-02T03:05:54-07:00

Up above me I can hear maniacal laughter. Screams accompany that laugh, and before I even finish climbing the stairs, a body drained of blood, and looking like a dried husk of a person, tumbles down at my feet. I pass right through it as I climb, not stopping its progress to the landing below. Reaching the platform, I see a man, laying on the platform. He is on his back. His breathing is coming in short rasps. Judging by the wound, hes been bitten. I open his eyes and I can see the touch of gold around the edges. He doesn't have a lot of time. Standing up, I suddenly feel dizzy. The mans body is pulled away from me by some unseen force, and disappears down the stairs. A blood geyser comes up and rains down on the concrete, my eyes seem to follow the path of each drop. Slowly they fall and making a sickly pitter- patter as the blood drops land. Rising up the stairs to greet me is a large dark figure. Tall impossibly tall with hands outstretched in greeting. Perfectly preened and almost charming, he walks forward grinning at me. I can see his smile, so big and bright, almost blinding. He appears to not be walking, but gliding toward me. I start to fade and so does his glamor over me. He is disheveled, dirty clothes and those gold eyes. He is short in stature, and reeking of booze. He stops and smiles, at me. “Hey mister, took one heck of beating back there. You sure your up for this?” he says with a grin. A largely toothless grin( save the fangs) coming across his face. “What are you? You smell like food, but different somehow” He scratches his scraggly beard. “ You dont have body armor, only sandwiches carry body armor. You aint,no sandwich either.” He stops walking, eyeing me suspiciously. “ Those were my men down there. Do you have any idea how much it takes just to keep those things movin?” H steps closer again, and again with the broad hand gesturing.”You must be the one, everybody's looking for.” His eyes narrow to slits of gold. He charges, passing harmlessly, through me, falls forward on his knees. Looking at his hands confused, I draw my claws and in one bloody slash, his head tumbles to the ground. A look of surprise on his face. I kick his headless body over the side of the platform. It falls to the street below. Walking over I pick up the head. The eyes open.”You cant kill me like that”. It says in a raspy voice. “I know, I tell him” Smiling, I stuff the head in my back pack and quietly wait for the train to come. Another gift like light, the trains. Still running after all this chaos.

Waiting for the train to come, the city is oddly quiet. The air is pungent with the smell of spent casings, and rotting flesh, and heaping garbage. The breeze is cool and relaxing. In the distance the silence is broken by the steady sound of the train. It pulls to a stop with the whine of brakes long overdue for service. The doors open and I board the train. The train car is empty, except a young woman seated at the back of the car. She is huddled up in the corner. She is trying not to be noticed. I slump down into my seat, and the doors close. With a great heave, the lumbering giant begins to move. Creaking the rusted wheels come to life. Sparks, cascading to the streets below and the train makes its way across the city.

Sitting in the car, staring out the window, my mind drifts with the train, and it trundles along.it stops at each station. The woman on the car cringes as the door opens and the sounds of struggle, and the nightmarish screams of the dying can be heard from the area around the station. Staring out the open door into the night, she knows they are fighting to make it to the train. She also, lowering her head and biting her lip knows, that they aren't going to make it. . Amidst the gunfire, and chaos, freedom and hope close the doors. Beating fists on the side of the train car and pleas for help are drowned out by the squeaking of the wheels as the train lumbers forward. She looks over at him, sitting there completely unfazed by the drama unfolding outside the doors on the platform. “How can you just sit there? Whats the matter with you?!” The man simply continues to look out the window. She balls her fists up and stands. He turns towards her, a look of serenity on his face. Her eyes meet his, and for reasons she cannot fathom, she sits down. Looking at the ground, she closes her eyes. Fighting back tears, she tries to block out the cries from the platform. The train pulling away, eases her demeanor, but now seemingly safe for the moment, the tears return. The man in the car, seems nonplussed. He just continues to stare out the window.

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A ride on the el train

2011-05-18T07:21:04-07:00

Walking through the streets of this burned out burg, debris and bones, and the skeletal hulks of the buildings and cars are all that remain in some places. Here and there, the walking dead go on slow and methodical search of the living. Down alleys, women and men cry out as the Vampires close in playing their own dark games. Overhead, choppers fly as soldiers shoot at anything that moves. Like hunters in the jungle the spotlights chase werewolves and rockets fire off and level brownstones buildings, chasing out the creatures of the night like rats from a sinking ship. Amidst all the chaos, and turmoil, one man wearing a trench coat calmly walks. Completely oblivious to the destruction and the wails of the dying, and undead alike. Quietly stepping over the dead, he keeps his head down as he walks.

Reaching the stairs to the train station, I notice there is a blood streak going up the stairs, matted with bits of flesh and hair. Aah, I see someone has rolled out the red carpet for me.... Up at the top of the stairs milling around the station, are zombies. The mindless drones of the dark lady. Foot soldiers in her unholy army. Thoughtless and brutal, their presence can only mean someone is, or was fighting for their life. Reaching the top of the stairs, they turn their attention to me, Time for a workout....... Grabbing the first zombie, a woman formerly, I toss her down the stairs. The body at the bottom of the long steel steps, starts dragging itself up, broken bones sticking through rancid flesh. The second zombie grabs me and before I can react throws me into the station, where more of them can be found. As I slide across the hard concrete floor I fade from sight, and draw my claws. The creatures immediately stop coming towards me, and stare blankly around the station. Sorry, boys and girls, but I take this personally........... Heading back to the door way, I slash downward with my claws, and rend rancid flesh bone and organs, cutting the creature into two pieces. The second one has made it to the top of the stairs, and I crush her skull under my boot, her brains turning to mush under my heel. The others are coming now. In a arcing motion I spin claws out into the room, cutting 3 of the creatures to ribbons.” You scumbags are ruining my coat!! And there's no fuckin dry cleaners on this island!! With that, crushing the head of a zombie into the floor of the station. His head splattering like an egg on the sidewalk. Three more brutes, dressed in faded police uniforms, stand between myself and the platform. Above them I hear a man laughing wildly. I start walking towards them claws out at my sides. Puppets, I hate puppets..... One of the officers rips the door to the platform stairs off its hinges and and runs towards me with it swinging it wildly. The door passes harmlessly though me and the officers body spills into pieces on the floor as my claws pass through him. One down, two to go...

The second one reaches for my arm, and I chop it off, then hack and slash until he crumples to the ground in a heap of mush and bone. Looking up at the third one in the doorway, she rushes towards me and grabbing my arm swings me up into the ceiling causing plaster to break the whole room to shake on its foundation, then into the floor with a dent in the concrete and me in it. Unable to change forms, with her magical grasp still on me, she throws me at the far wall. Embedded in the tile and 3 feet off the floor, my senses are reeling , an for a moment I am dazed. I look up and realize she is coming towards me. Bracing my legs against the wall I propel myself towards her, arms outstretched. Claws out I pass right through her, cutting her in half. I stop and stand still, lighting a cigarette, I got from the doctor. At least the good doctor beat cancer...... Behind me I can hear her crawling, rotting flesh peeling off her on the concrete floor. Taking out my sawed off, and without even turning I blow her head into mushy bits of brain old blood and bones. I holster my weapon and ascend the stairs to the train platform.

a dark reunion

2011-05-16T02:24:57-07:00

The lights of Manhattan look so promising to those on the shoreline. Just a short distance away lies safety on that pristine island. Beyond all else, it was hope, for a lost populace. Manhattan had undergone changes too. In the last ten years the hub for millions of souls, had been transformed. It was the Military complex that brought the inner circle from the beltway of Washington and of course the lobbyists. The Lobbyists brought money, that brought politicians. It was not long before Manhattan island had become a playground for the rich and famous. The poorer areas leveled and plush homes and casinos were put in their place. Such a stark contrast to the rest of the former city. Military vehicles patrolled the waters and sunk any flotillas of refugees that attempted the crossing. This did not thwart the attempts in the early days after the bridges went up, of the people to make the voyage. In the present Yauchts troll the waters, wining and dining diplomats and celebrities.

At the top of the Empire State Building, a woman dressed in a formal black and red dress walks the observation deck. Her eyes staring keenly over the city. Her city, New Sodom, the papers had called it. Grinning at the thought, she slowly sips a glass of dark red. “Its magnificent? Isn't it? Behind her, walks her lover and current pet Adrian. A vampire himself and well over 100yrs as her “companion”. He paces not as gracefully and sulks staying a step behind her. “What do you need him for?” asks Adrian, a noticeable twinge of jealousy in his voice. “Adrian you are a fool.” The woman utters without turning around. “He will kill you as he has the others”Turning towards him she cups his face in her hands. “And I am not ready to lose your(eyeing him up and down, a grin on her face) talents. Now, run along before he sees you, he is a bit...... Possessive”. Adrian opens his mouth to protest and her eyes darken. Adrian turns immediately on his heels and starts to walk away, muttering curses under his breath as he walks. “Sorry, lover.....” She says in an amused voice. The words chill Adrians blood and he realizes hes been tricked. He freezes up, joints locking in place. Standing there, he calms himself, and turns back to face his lady. She is no longer looking at him, she is humming a song to herself. The song sounds sweet and eases Adrians mind. Off in the distance a shriek can be heard. It is as terrifying as her song is sweet. It calls out in response to her song. Closer now, it fills Adrian with dread. Balling up his fists, Adrian readies himself. Again the shriek, looking around it seems to be coming from all directions. Staring around, trying to pinpoint the sound, Adrian catches a glance at her. She is laughing. A rush of air at his feet. Adrian looks down. Realizing the trap is sprung he looks up at his lady, one last time. His body explodes into hundreds of tiny pieces. His blood splattering on the ground. Standing where Adrian stood, covered in blood and gore, a dark misty shapeless being stands. Walking towards the swirling mist, the lady reaches out her hands and shapes the mist until standing before her is a large man, with claws for hand, scales and spikes on his arms, and large leathery wings. “Torment you have returned to me my love”she says pressing her body against the creature. “Lillith”, he responds in a raspy and otherworldly voice. “It has been too long my love”she says as they begin to kiss his leathery wings covering them both as they embrace. Thunder rumbling in the sky, and lightning striking the top of the building. As there bodies become one, werewolves howl all over the island, in tribute to their union...........

After celebrating their union on the deck, Torment, rises as does Lillith. Naked they walk to the edge of the deck. Looking out over the night, her slender hand slides into his. “We will rule this place, as is foretold” He tells her, speaking softly. “ Yes my love, all in good time, all in good time”, with that her body presses against his, and together, they revel in each others passion, again.