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Sanguinary
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The Moral of This Story:
Remember to take good care of your children, they'll pick your nursing home.
Learn from your parents mistakes, use birth control
Now You Can Read On.
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Though the cobbled streets, the ultimate predators walked. These four had
been responsible for the terror that was now sweeping London.
Another cold night in London. At this time a night, the streets were
usually crowded with people of all sorts of social standing and status.
But tonight, as for the last two nights, no one dared walk the street. No
one in their right mind when out after the sun set. For in the last week,
two men and two woman, both of good character and other fine attributes,
had been found mutilated. One woman's heart had been torn from her chest and
one man had some sort of object, most likely a railroad spike, shoved clear
though his head. And on top of that, a fifth man was missing.
That man was William Paraclete. Known as William the Bloody or Spike to his
new vampire friends, he had set out on a revenge mission that had resulted
in the deaths of Lord Dale, Lady Elizabeth, Lord Weatherby and, most
recently, Lady Cecily.
And now, he was getting to the names of those two people who had made his
life a living hell for the twenty-five years. Before the night was over,
London would have two new name gracing the newspaper's front page.
June and Harold Paraclete.
William's parents.
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June Paraclete sat on the couch, waiting for Harold to bring her tea. She
had refused to go to sleep for the past few days, waiting for William to
come back home. She knew that if he didn't come back in the next few days,
he would have to be dead.
June had been an overbearing tyrant her entire life. From the day she had
been born she had learned to manipulate and control people like puppets.
She had married young and to a man three years younger than her. He had a
lot of money, a family inheritance but no real skills.
Harold was a wimp to the end. He had married June to please his parents and
had let her dominate his life. And, when William was born, he had stood by
and let her decide William's life as well. The only thing that June hadn't
been able to crush out of William was his power of imagination. But June had
made sure to deal with people without spines her entire lives. And that
which did not bend to her will, would eventually break.
Tea in hand, Harold entered the sitting room. He handed the ornate china
cup to June and sat beside her. He had just settled in when there came a
knock at the door.
"Quick Harold!" June's head jerked towards the door, "Answer it!"
Harold stood up and jogged towards the door. Uttering a small prayer, he
opened the door and peered outside.
There stood William and beside him was a black-haired woman. William was
dressed in different clothing than what he had been wearing when he had
left the house. He wore clothing that no one of their status should wear,
but Harold was too relived to notice.
"William," He sighed with relief, "You're all right."
"Of course I am," A twisted smile made it's way onto William's face, "I've
been... busy. Can we come in?"
"Yes." Harold moved out of the doorway, "Come on in. And bring your lady
friend with you."
"Thank-you, ever so much," William's voice took on a sarcastic tone and he
strutted though the doorway. "So, father dearest, how has mother been."
Harold frowned at the tone of voice that Will was using. "She's been worried
sick. Where have you been?"
"Out." Will breezed by Harold and headed towards the sitting room. The young
woman stood still as a statue just inside the doorway.
"Miss?" He head slowly turned towards Harold. "What's you name? Miss...?"
"Drusilla." She replied,a slow smile coming across her face. "Spike said
that I could have a lovely picnic. With all sorts of treats. Would you like
to come to my picnic?" She stepped closer and tilted her head. "Eyes like
his. Day set in the moon and all the stars come down to sing by the fire
place. Can you hear them? What lovely carols they sing." Drusilla hummed
quietly and let the demon come across her features.
"What the?" Harold tried to back away but her fragile looking hands
wrapped around his shoulders like bands of steel. White fangs glistening,
she stuck at his neck like a cobra. His scream of terror was stopped before
it started.
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June finished her tea and looked up at William as he entered the room. A
look of disgust crossed his face when she saw what he was wearing.
"What did you think you were doing? Leaving and not even telling us what
happened? And what are you wearing? Go upstairs and get cleaned up." She set
the cup down and stood up. Will just leaned against the door frame and
shook his head.
"No." A single word was said, but it was the one world that June had never
let anyone say to her.
"What do you mean? No?" June walked up to Will and stared straight into his
blue eyes. "Go. Upstairs. Now." The tone of voice in which she said those
words was enough to make even the most defiant person quake in terror.
But Will didn't blink an eye.
"No." He said again, his voice a little louder, "I don't plan to go anywhere
near those stairs."
"What do you think you're doing!" June's voice rose. She had never been
disobeyed by William and she wasn't about to let him start now. "You leave
me for a week and then come marching back in this house looking like a
common thief! You are going to go upstairs right this instant!"
"No!" He pushed her and she fell down, landing on the floor. "I'm not going
to listen to you." He walked towards her, a strange look coming across his
face. June back-pedaled, frightened of the man standing in front of her. He
wasn't the William she knew.
He reached over and picked the tea cup off of the small table beside the
sofa. Will stopped to admired it for a moment and then he broke it into two
pieces.
"I've been doing some thinking these last few days. And I've come to the
conclusion that I don't need you anymore. All you ever did was try to
destroy me and mold me into another gut-less man to boss around. But, I've
got something better now." He knelt down beside June, flashed the sharp
edges off of the tea cup in front of her eyes. "You see, I met a woman. And
she gave the power to do whatever I want. Anything." His hands moved quicker
than June could follow. Sudden pain flooded her senses and she screamed. A
red haze filled her vision and she reached up to clear her eyesight. Will's
hand shot out and grabbed her hands, pushing them to the floor.
"Dru?" He called out, "Could you bring me the sack please?" Though the red
haze, June saw a woman enter the room and hand a sack to Will.
He released one of June's hands and took the sack. June wiped the blood from
her eyes and watched as Will sat the sack on the floor and pull out a couple
of nails. He released her other hand and June scooted backwards. In his
right hand were the shreds of the tea cup, dripping with blood.
Her blood.
Will dropped the china on the floor and turned back to June. He let his
human features disappear, bringing the monstrous features of the demon take
their place. June's eyes widened and she paled considerably.
"I've moved up mother. Made something better of myself." He reached out and
grabbed her leg. A tug sent her back towards him. "And I've decide to give
up poetry. You were right about it being a stupid pursuit. I thing I'll try
art instead." He raised his right hand, letting the nails shine in the light
of the oil lamp. "You'll make the front page tomorrow. I promise."
He thrust his hand downwards. A wet smack was followed my screaming as he
drove the nails into the palm of his hand.
"Dru. Hold her down." Drusilla walked over June and sat down on June's
stomach, forcing June's shoulders down with her blood-stained hands. Will
reached back into the sack and pulled out a hand-full of nails and a hammer.
He held the hammer in his left hand and started pounding on the nails in
June's palm.
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Two hours later, Spike stood up and looked at his handy-work.
Nail covered almost available space on his mother's body. The eye-balls had
been especially interesting to hammer though. The whitish liquid that had
filled the eye sockets and made it a bit difficult to get an accurate hit.
But other than that it had turned out better than he had thought. Dru had
helped him until June had stopped struggling and then she had lost interest.
She was out in the hallway, dancing in her blood-stained dress.
Spike reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, unfolded it
and set it on the body. Then he walked to Drusilla. He wrapped his arms
around her and joined her in her dance.
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The inspector arrived a 9:00 a.m. From what he had heard, this was the most
gruesome of the five murders. The woman was no more than a human pin
cushion, a mass of flesh and steel. Most of the squad had stepped outside
to puke, himself included.
What was worse was the note on the body. The man who had done this had a
grotesque sense of humor. The murder had left a poem, dedicated to the body.
'You said I'd be a failure
That I'd get no where at all
But I'm not the one
With a nail though my skull
My poetry may suck
And so do I
But I'm not the only one
Who will die.
For now you finally see
What I really am
And all that you are
Is this year's Christmas ham'
The inspector read and poem and decided, then and there, that he was
quitting.
He would have to tell the relatives about the tragedy though.
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To Be Continued...
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