Insanity Binds Us
I useta LARP (Live-Action Roleplay), chat roleplay, and roleplay by email a LOT. My greatest creations were two warring families from the same alien world, the Calts, a royal family of an angelic race from Sei, and the Terras, the royal family of their counterparts, a demonic-vampire race from Arcania. This story is a VERY short story written about Rebekke Terra, a distant cousin of their new Queen, Bree. This story is mostly a practice in slamming as many adjectives into people's brains as possible without making them vomit. This was used as a writing sample.
The woman steps into the dimly lit inn and looks over the crowd, seeing not too many familiar faces. She walks gracefully over to her normal table in the darkest corner, sitting down on the hard mahogany of her favorite chair. She lights the beeswax candle in the middle of the table, smiling slyly at the golden, flickering light. She remembers the boy from last night. Her eyes are glassy, her skin paler than usual, from her recent feast. Her silver snake pendant hangs below her exposed collarbone. She removes her grey cotton cloak to reveal her normal baby tee and short black jeanshorts, her young, coltish legs flexing as she extens them, weary from travel from the town she nearly depleted of occupants the night before. On her small feet are plain white tennis shoes, no socks, revealing a silver chain around her thin ankle. Her hair, usually brushing the backs of her heels, is in a high ponytail, revealing her swan-like neck. Wisps of hair frame her oval face, her emerald eyes peering at the flame. Her long, glass-like nails click on the thick wood, as she waits impatiently for the barwench.
Finally, as the clock begins to strike twelve, she hears a noise... not loud, but persistant, barely thudding, in time with her heart. The methodical beat of the sound makes this woman nervous, as her eyes roam the crowd, her hard, crystalline voice whispers, "What is that?" Her eye ventures toward her hand, she notices a blood spot she failed to clean away. Her mind sidesweeps to the night before, after she had filled to busting with three families blood, and the innocent child she killed for the ill sport. She rubs the spot in vain, trying to cleanse herself of the newfound guilt of killing an innocent. She stands, calling for the barwench, on the verge of screaming, and when the water is hastily brought to her, she plunges her hand into the wooden mug of springwater. The stain, refusing to leave her hand, bright red on her vampiric pallor. She sneers, animalist growls ripping out of her small lungs, and starts throwing things around the room, the people in it disappearing in the darkness closing in on her mind. Suddenly she realizes the thunderous noise she hears thudding in her ears is the young boy's heart... she grabs the snake pendant around her neck, even as she rips it from her neck she smells HIS scent on it, the boy daring to give such a Monster a gift, daring innocent. She feels someone tap her on the shoulder, words are uttered, she laughs maniacly, falling to her skinny knees, curling up in a tight ball.
Suddenly, she feels a sharp pain to the right of her spine, a could, hard pain that shoots through from her back through her stomach, and she stares in disbelief at the tip of a blade that shows through her flat stomach. She turns and looks into the eyes of her attacker, and sees the youthful brown eyes of her victim, and realizes he is older than the sun. His whisper, the sound of wind against a doe's furry ear, echoes in her ear and in her mind as she dies:
"Your heart."
Written April 1998