Bloody Vengeance

Beta'd by Always_jbj

He stood staring in through the window, watching the scene before him through a wash of tears. He took a deep breath as if to steady himself as her smiling face came into view; her laughter filtered through the thick glass to torment him with its soft melodious sound. He placed one hand against the cool glass, puzzling at the feel of the inanimate object that kept him separated from the life and warmth inside.

Looking down at his hand he let his finger run across the rough parchment held clenched in his fist. He knew he was a good man, modestly wealthy, with some standing within the community, a minor title inherited from his father that gave him a position above many of those within.

How was it then that he was out here, in the cool air with the stench of the world cloying his senses? Why did those that were beneath him make him feel smaller and more insignificant then the lowest of servants? He let his eyes drift once more towards her exquisite, Cecily, the name whispered through his mind. Her family was of the same standing as his, yet she considered him to be beneath her, drawn instead to the rough boorishness of new money and men whose own station in life were truly beneath hers.

Turning he began to make his way through the still-crowded streets, heedless of the tears that coursed down his face. He would show them, he would destroy every remnant of the poet they so despised, his hands tore at the parchment in silent agreement.

He continued to move through the streets, his shoulder bumping roughly into someone who had not moved from his path quickly enough. “Watch where you’re going,” he snapped before hurrying into a nearby alley to collect himself.

Standing there in the dim light, with the stench of the horses and human filth surrounding him, he allowed a few more tears for the William that was about to die a quick and painless death. He would stand for their ridicule no longer, tonight a new, stronger William was going to emerge, and he would have his revenge against those who had tormented him. They seemed to have forgotten that his father had made many contacts within the business world as well as those amongst his peers. It would not take much to call in a few of his father’s markers, by the end of the week he could send the lot of them into financial ruin; then they would come begging to him for help. He would show them.

A noise from the entrance of the alley startled him; his eyes were drawn to the dark-haired woman who seemed to drift towards him. When she spoke her voice almost sang to him and William felt himself falling into the promise in her eyes. In truth he could not repeat the words they both spoke, so immersed in the mystery of this dark princess, although the poet inside him sang with joy at her offer.

It was not until he felt the pain at his throat that he seemed to drift back into reality. Thoughts floated across his mind as he felt the life slip from his body; he was going to die here in this dank alley, still thought of as a weak-willed poet unworthy of love or respect. He would never have an opportunity to become the man he had resolved to become, to take his vengeance against those who had taunted him so relentlessly.

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The first thing he noticed was the darkness that closed in at him from all sides, it was stifling, pressing down upon his chest as though someone was leaning against him, waiting eagerly for him to take his last breath. Shifting he felt the rough wood beneath his body, a terrifying thought flitted across his mind and he darted a hand outward to feel around him. Rough wooden walls met him in every direction, closing his eyes William waited for death to claim him.

William felt something tickling at the edge of his mind, a small voice that seemed to scratch at his thoughts, gradually growing louder and louder. They had done this to him, it was yet another of their cruel tricks designed to terrorise and torment him for his kind heart. “Show them,” it whispered. “Show them that you won’t take this anymore.” A harsh sound echoed through the wooden box, it took him a moment before he realised it was the sound of his voice, laughing.

Concentrating he focused on the surprisingly visible boards above him; reaching his hands up he began to rip and tear at the wood, turning his head to the side as the soft earth began to fall onto him. His laughter grew louder as the hole expanded, his hands raw and bleeding as he pulled himself out of the womb of the earth. A man reborn.

“Sweet William,” a soft voice drifted across the night to him.

Turning he saw the dark-haired woman dancing towards him. He frowned as he recognised her, the voice in his head whispering softly all the while, “Sire?” He instinctively lowered his head.

A soft hand came up to stroke across his cheek, before tilting his face to meet hers. “Did my baby enjoy his sleep?” she let her sharp nails drag across his cheek, a trickle of blood welling along its path. Leaning forward she drifted her tongue across his face, murmuring seductively as she pressed herself against him, one of her hands snaking inside his breeches to slide down the length of his cock.

William shuddered, normally he would have been appalled by this strange woman’s display, but the voice inside his mind was telling him that he belonged to her. That he was hers and she was his. It also whispered that he needed to take something, that there was something of great importance that he needed to do.

Thrusting the woman from him, William searched his mind for the name that seemed to be floating just out of his reach, frowning he rolled it around in his mouth before giving it voice, “Drusilla?”

Squealing with delight the dark haired woman clapped and danced around him. “How clever, how clever.” Stopping she watched him with hooded eyes. “My sweet, evil boy.”

“Drusilla,” he said again, his voice taking on a lusty edge. Darting forward he grabbed her waist and dragged her against him once more, running his hands across her body until the cupped her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. Smiling he closed his mouth over one full mound and bit down roughly.

Drusilla squealed again, laughing with delight at his show of roughness, arching her back and thrusting her breast further into his mouth as though asking for more.

Pushing her from him William watched as she fell to the ground, a gleam of dark pleasure filling her eyes as she began to slide her skirts upwards to reveal a mound of dark curls nestled between her legs. “Mummy has a treat for her bad boy.”

William stared in wonder at the offering before him, never before had the timid poet been offered such a ripe plum. His explorations into the world of sexual delights had been restricted to his own hand at first, and then frantic fumblings with a young maid from his household.

Loosening his breeches William fell to his knees before his dark goddess, darting a hand out slide two fingers into her moist channel. Drusilla moaned before him, pulling her skirts even higher. “No teasing, my William, now be a good boy and after we’ll go play with your friends.”

Her eyes held the promise of evil intent and William found himself relishing the ideas that the voice in his mind was offering him. Pushing thoughts of bloody revenge aside for the moment he positioned himself above the woman who offered herself up to him so freely. Smiling wickedly he thrust into her, enjoying the small gasp of pain he wrought from her lips as his pelvis slammed into her clit. William shuddered as her nails raked down his back. Following her lead he began to pound into her, his fingers twisting as he roughly bit her tender skin.

He gasped as he felt her bite down hard on his throat, something sharp digging its way through his flesh as she began to suck roughly on him. A change seemed to come across him, the world seemed to come into sharp relief, the sounds of the night clear and crisp, the voice in his mind screamed at him to repay pain with pain. Staring down at the smooth, pale column of Drusilla’s neck William released the last of his inhibitions, latching onto her skin with a ferociousness that startled him. He bit down and a pleasure he had never before experienced infused his body as the coopery blood floated down his throat like silk dancing across his naked skin.

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He stood staring in through the window, watching the scene before him as memories of a night just days before filtered into his mind. He took a deep, unneeded breath as if to steady himself as her smiling face came into view, her laughter filtered through the thick glass to torment him with its soft melodious sound. He placed one hand against the cool glass. Before it had separated him from it from the life and warmth inside, now with the face of his salvation, his Drusilla, at his side, the thick glass would help to keep those on the outside separate from the bloody death that awaited those inside.

Smiling down at his sire he lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing the cool pale skin, before leading her regally to the entrance. “Come, my love, let me introduce you.”

Drusilla laughed gaily, “Oh, I so love a party. Will there be presents?”

“Anything for you, princess.” William led her inside, a soft metallic sound coming from the pockets of his coat.

“Oh, what has my William got hidden away?” Drusilla plucked at the pocket of his coat.

“Shhh, my love, mustn’t spoil the surprise.” William placed a finger against her lips as if to silence her. The sounds of the party filtered into the street as a servant opened the door to allow them in, his clipped tones bidding them enter. The sounds once again fading as it closed behind them, blocking out the noise of the world outside. No-one passing heard the screams that soon followed the young couple’s entrance. Screams that filled the room for hours as William finally exacted his bloody vengeance.

the end