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:: Demon-Eyed Death ::
by Kayla
There has to be a thing of
nightmares, right? The thing that causes fear, terror, pain... and even death.
That thing that causes the heart to freeze in absolute horror.
That's the fear that Adriana suffered from. Night after night of relentless
fear. He wouldn't leave her alone. His spirit continued to awaken her night
after nights with his senseless warnings.
You see, Adriana's tormentor had died a few years back. Unbeknownst to her, she
had destroyed him long ago. Her knowledge of him only included his nightly
visits and warnings.
Except, each night, the visions continued to become more and more vulgar and
morbid.
One night, it'd be her father's death, then next her mother's. Lying on the
stone-cold floor, blood-ridden axe down the center of her skull, her piecing
screams calling desperately for salvation from any human in sight. And yet, she
was never heard. The blood continued to pour from her veins as her cries became
weaker and weaker. Then the figure. Black cape, hood over his head. His head
disappeared into the long, flowing cloak; the only thing that could be seen were
his demon-red glowing eyes. One look into those and his prey knew that that
breath would be their last.
Every night, in the depths of her nightmares, she died. Tear-strewn cheeks,
flushed with fear; eyes wide-stricken, the figure of Death slid his hollow-boned
fingers out beyond the sleeves of his black robes to wrap around her fragile
throat, clenching his fleshless, rotted hands against her skin, pinching away
her breaths as she gasped for air. Hope, died with her.
She'd continue to struggle, but to no avail as blood was splashed about with her
wild, frantic movements.
Finally, with no sudden warning, the body dropped limp on the ground, her life
now gone from the morbid sight.
Most of the blood from the head wound had poured onto the ground, being soaked
up by her tattered clothing. The monster grabbed her neck firmly, pulling up the
body and head as the axe clattered against the floor with the sound of metal
hitting stone. Moving the axe caused more of the red, creamy substance to pout
from the slash.
Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, her limbs lifeless at her sides.
The monster wasn't satisfied with only the kill, though. it longed lustfully for
so much more than that. It longed for the taste of life's supply rotting slowly
in her bloodstream.
And anything he desired, of course, he would receive. The creature took her
bloodied body in one hand, and her head, including the strands of hair that were
stuck together from dried blood, in the other, and twisted them, destroying her
spine with an audible crack.
The monster desired the sound. It's dripping saliva dropped onto her bloodied
head. To many, this would have been a sight for terror, but for him, this was
orgasmic pleasure.
A deep growl croaked from the terror's throat as he brought her dangling head up
to his lips, taking a clump of the dried blood from her hair and slipping it
into his mouth, much like a human would do with a shish kabob. The crunch of the
blood was easily audible as the creature let out an almost pleasurable moan from
the taste. Swallowing, he continued this process, ravaging the dried blood
hungrily.
It finished it's meal, the body of no use to him, and tossed it away. It hit the
wall and the skull cracked open. Although the brain look appetizing, he was
full. Standing, he stepped on the body, breaking the spine once again with a
pleased sigh.
Adriana sat up in bed screaming. Her forehead dripping in sweat, tears running
down her silky skin.
And yet, she glanced the door hidden in the shadows were the bright red demon
eyes...
