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The Road To Sunnydale...

Nov 12, 2004 18:45

I awoke in my Spike’s arms as he carried me out of the car and into the ship. I had the most beautiful dream. I dreamt of times of old. Of my sisters, and their eyes like needles looking at me in horror. Of my mother as I touched the blood, her blood as it spread on the carpet, playing with the woven roses. Coloring them, black ( Read more... )

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railroad_spike November 13 2004, 18:24:09 UTC

"I'd be the lost one without you, my dark goddess."

She always amazed me, took new to new, and low bloody exciting places, and this traveling palace would be no different.

I studied the crowds as we passed them. They were bloody stupid, naive that they were just seconds away from being drained bloody drier then the sahara.

"Do you see any delectables that you might want, my pet? Or do you just want to make merry and find a room somewhere?"

I was hoping for the room. Of course, the bloody owners of the room would have to die, but hey, the sharks outside of their cabin windows needed to bloody eat too.

ripe_wickedplum November 13 2004, 20:54:53 UTC

The ship was filled with pretty people just beggin to be gobbled up. I wanted to feed on the blood of the innocent. To taste their fear and let it wash over me like rain.

By the looks of the crew I could tell that the room service would be magnificent.

I looked around the room searching for a good prey. Everyone looked so apetizing, perhaps a nice little family would do. My eyes searched, and finally they rested upon the perfect meals.

A couple...looking around for their room, eyes like stars, unaware of things, naughty thoughts filled their pretty little heads. Yes. They would be most perfect.

"Can we eat them?" I asked pointing at the couple. A wide grin covering my baby's face.

railroad_spike November 13 2004, 22:52:05 UTC

Her smile was so wicked, and bloody pure. I could feel that the couple that she was eyeing were going to their room to do the sodding hanky panky.

Her wicked smile was lessened by the one on my own face.

"Pet, I think that we will drink them and be bloody merry, feeling their hormoned-ladened blood would be very sweet, and maybe, just maybe, the sodding couple will have a nice state room for us to do a little hanky panky with them."

I pulled her along, following the couple at a distance, still feeling their bloody carnal desires, which were feeding my own.

"Maybe we can watch them, not drain them too bloody much and make them watch us?"

I turned her to me, and licked up her neck, from clavicle to chin.

ripe_wickedplum November 13 2004, 23:19:24 UTC

He licked me and I almost died on the spot, my Spike had the wickedest of ideas. How I loved him so.

We watched as the couple find their way into their room. Arm in arm eyes full of birdies and pretty words. I giggled. “We will drink them and make them dolls. Make them watch our lust with their glassy eyes before we swallow them whole.” I said to my darling in a whisper.

“Such a pretty little girl.” I said eyeing the woman. “I shall keep her and she will sing to me every night without her voice in death while I dance under the moon like a pixie.”

Spike made the first move. He opened the door to the room with his strength and I followed.

“What hell is your problem!” The boy shouted.

“We’re here for the party.” I said, turning my eye yellow and donning my fangs.

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railroad_spike November 19 2004, 12:12:32 UTC

"I'll kill her so bloody bad that the medical examiner will need a dentist to verify that it's her body. I'll break her sodding bones and feed them to wild dogs, my lamb, and you will get to watch all of the happy festivities. That bird is dead. All bloody chosen and new, she won't know what hit her until the big bad has her innards bloody hanging out ( ... )

ripe_wickedplum November 20 2004, 04:57:24 UTC

His words made me smile. Miss Edith always loved a good show, and my Spike always knew how to put on the best shows for his Princess and Miss Edith.

"Sounds like an adventure," I said in a whisper. "Two cats on the prowl, looking for a mouse to play a game of biting the poppet." I giggled.

How I loved to prowl... to stalk my victims and play with them from the inside out. Miss Edith loved it too, and we would talk about it after tea.

"Ring around the rosie... ashes, ashes..." I began to sing.

"You will show me? You will find us a girl to play with and make her squirm like a worm in a cup of water?" That would be so lovely.