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Sun retreats. Night approaches. Unconsciousness departs. Body stirs. Eyes open. Mirror image. Myself singing.


“Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, I hear a young maid sing in the valley below. Oh, don't deceive me. Oh, never leave me. How could you use a poor maiden so?"


Song of past. Still human. Hurts soul deep. Mind clears. Demon roars. Demon demands.



Into the night. Stomach gnawing. Senses alive. Ears locate. Skin prickles. Nose tracks. Eyes discover. Mind absorbs. Tastes unfulfilled. Mouth waters.



Strays from flock. Off alone. Into the dark. Deadly mistake. Demon rejoices. Feet move. Hunt begins.



Cloaked in shadows. Alleyway. Covered moonlight. Distant noises. The hunted pace quickens. Heart races. Head swerves. Eyes strain. Mind doubts. Mind hopes. Searches dark. Sees nothing. Pace continues.


Hunter follows. Sweet perfume. Fear. Stride accelerates. Scent calls. Eyes dilate. Mouth salivates. Cock hardens. Fangs elongate. Features shift. Pace accelerates. Demon commands. Demon attacks.



Hunted captured. Grip brutal. Hair. Shoulder. Neck exposed. Fangs glisten. Mouth descends. Fangs pierce. Flesh yields. Barrier placed. Mouth covered. Screams stifled. Jaws latch. Vein tapped. Blood flows. Sweet elixir. Heady pulls. Ineffectual struggle. Hands clumsily grasp. Legs flail. Blood coats insides. Pleas heard. Pleas ignored. Eyes wide. Tears flow. Intoxicated. Insides coated. Mouth. Throat. Gut.



Struggles lessen. Grasp loosens. Heartbeat skips. Prayers heard. Prayers ignored. Eyes roll. Hunted swoons. Grip tightens. More blood. Demon demands. Death accepted. Death granted. Heart stops. Fangs retract. Lips smack. Insides warmed. Stolen blood. Alleyway floor. Body collapses. Eyes blank. Mouth slack. Empty shell. Demon purrs. Demon temporarily sated.



Trash removal. Gather empty shell. Walk the streets. Shell in arms. Eyes blank. Mouth slack. Enter home. Entrance accepted. Old lady. Foolish. False façade. Human guise. Manipulation. Blood drained. One of many.


Descend stairs. Basement. Been before. Will again. Massive grave. Drop empty shell. Mirror image. Myself singing.


“Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, I hear a young maid sing in the valley below. Oh, don't deceive me. Oh, never leave me. How could you use a poor maiden so?"


Song of past. Still human. Hurts soul deep.



Start digging. Hole deep. Gather empty shell. Dispose empty shell. Cover empty shell. Still singing. Duty done. Shells wait to rise. Time will be soon. When I’m told.



Into the night. Stomach gnawing. Senses alive. Ears locate. Skin prickles. Nose tracks. Eyes discover. Mind absorbs. Tastes unfulfilled. Mouth waters. Hunt begins again.


Enter building. False façade. Sits alone. Blonde intrigued. Gift presented. Starts conversation. Meaningless prattle. Conversations continue. Lulling false security. Brown eyes interested. Not green. Never green. Not her. Never her. Night continues. Conversations ended. Blonde stands. Hints for same. Stand. Follow.



Accompaniment. Into the dark. Deadly mistake. Demon rejoices. False security. Only moments. Conversations resume. Meaningless prattle. Journey ended. Mine. Hers. Ascending stairs. Gestures to follow. Do not. Woman descends. Stands before me. Believed reservations. Only ploy.



Fly in web. Demon demands. Deadly embrace. Fatal kiss. Eyes dilate. Mouth salivates. Cock hardens. Fangs elongate. Features shift. Demon commands. Demon attacks.



Hunted captured. Grip brutal. Hair. Shoulder. Neck exposed. Mouth descends. Fangs pierce. Flesh yields. Vein tapped. Blood flows. No Screams. No Pleas. Mouth latches. Sweet elixir. Heady pulls. Minimal struggle. Extremities limp. Blood coats insides. Intoxicated. Insides coated. Mouth. Throat. Gut.



Heartbeat skips. Body swoons. Death accepted. Death granted. Heart stops. Fangs retract. Body collapses. Stairwell. Hand to mouth. Capture droplets. None to waste. Insides warmed. Stolen blood. Empty shell. Eyes blank. Mouth slack. Demon temporarily sated.


Trash removal. Gather empty shell. Walk the streets. Shell in arms. Eyes blank. Mouth slack. Enter home. Entrance accepted. Old lady. Foolish. False façade. Human guise. Manipulation. Blood drained. One of many.


Descend stairs. Basement. Been before. Will again. Massive grave. Drop empty shell. Mirror image. Myself singing.


Start digging. Hole deep. Dispose empty shell. Cover empty shell. Still singing.


“Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, I hear a young maid sing in the valley below. Oh, don't deceive me. Oh, never leave me. How could you use a poor maiden so?"


Duty done. Shells wait to rise. Time will be soon. When I’m told. When I’m told.


Night proceeds. Mirror Image. Song continues. Mind trapped. Song of past. Still human. Hurts soul deep. Demon screams. Demon demands.


“Early one morning,
Just as the sun was rising,
I heard a maid sing,
In the valley below.

Oh, don't deceive me,
Oh, never leave me,
How could you use
A poor maiden so?

Remember the vows,
That you made to your Mary,
Remember the bower,
Where you vowed to be true,

Oh, don't deceive me,
Oh, never leave me,
How could you use
A poor maiden so?


Thus sang the poor maiden,
Her sorrows bewailing,
Thus sang the poor maid,
In the valley below.


Oh, don't deceive me,
Oh, never leave me,
How could you use
A poor maiden so?”



Demon demands. Night’s young. More blood. Demon demands.


Chapter End Notes:
I understand this is a huge change from my last posting, My Deepest Endearing Love and Devotion. My inner muse complied this story last night while I was watching Dollhouse. I hope you liked. Let me know whatcha think! Reviews; Good, bad, otherwise. I love and appreciate them all!




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