June 26th, 2011
The body appeared to be that of a female. Long hair covered the face and upper body. It was not likely to be found by anyone anytime soon. Only the occasional junkie came down such a street to sink into oblivion or the quick trick to hold down an old fruit crate. Beyond that she would never be discovered until she was stinking up the adjacent blocks. Precisely why her carcass was tossed where it now lay.
Its hard to say what kept her moving and twitching. The pain in her gut most likely was one motivator. It felt like the most unsettling twist of a garden tool hooking just below her ribs and graduating upward in slow sadistic turns. Combine that with the overwhelming feeling of a gut load of bile and alcohol fighting to escape and you would understand the insanity of her body as it turned and ultimately froze for all time. She rolled and growled as the death set in. All she thought was she should have stopped two rounds of shots before she actually did. She was just as clueless as any other was when their time was up. Mortality was never pretty in its end.
Watching it wasn’t instant like one would assume from any sparkling-oh-it-feels-so-good cinema version of a vampire turning. Then again this wasn’t the movies, it was mind blowing real. Her face was down in the streets like a pathetic party girl who made more love to the tequila on body shot night than she had originally planned on. The shimmer of her eye shadow spilled onto her cheeks in charcoal streams as the sky shattered above her and the rain fell. She was a mess and fading fast. Her nails clawed at the asphalt as she looked up with wide ice-blue eyes that stayed open, the blinking reflex now gone. The hazed orbs were beautiful as they called out through the dirty strands of her hair for a sign of what besides tequila had taken her down.
No marks left. No clothing missing from her limited party girl wardrobe. She was ghostly pale, her full lips now a dead blue-gray beneath the glitter gloss she painted in the club bathroom before her last spin on the dance floor. Nothing was there but the swirls of red ink across the inside of her left forearm to say she never saw what hit her. The meaning was a message of warning after the fact. Her luck had ran out slowly, not a trace of blood was left.
The body did something out of the norm for death. It crept upward, slowly lifting its lean mass. It shakily rested on hands with endless fingers splayed for extra support pressed down to the black surface beneath them. It was not supposed to be, but it was. A thin arm moved sluggishly towards the face and brushed the tangled wealth of hair away. It was then that the red swirls met the still but wide eyes. Cold lips shivered as they formed the two words in a freezing whisper, Dulce Periculum. She said it again slowly. It was something she should understand. Her brain tried hard to shake from the freeze filling the rest of her body as it cooled quickly. Dulce Periculum. It was latin…danger is sweet. Her face soured at the thought as the bile made its way upward in a final bodily act of rejection and landed with a unsavory splat on the ground next to her lap.
Danger is Sweet
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July 2011
It was not half as easy as one would expect to walk around new to immortality. First lesson learned was that even a good pair of stolen sunglasses wasn’t enough protection from the dangers of the sun. Dulce woke in the street sizzling like a chicken thigh on a grill that was ready to be flipped. She could literally hear her flesh, dead as it was, hissing at the assault. She screamed in horror, running like a cockroach searching for darkness. The scent was awful. The pain was unbelievable to endure. She clenched her jaw and sat down in the sewer entrance and wondered what the hell was going on.
Voices echoed softly in the dark. The darkness held sounds of hissing whispers and squeaking of rats succumbing to something that should scare her but by then it didn’t. Such surrounded her as she sat curled in a dank dark corner pondering how to relieve the unfathomable hunger that was luring her to entertain thought of consuming in great portions. Sating the pain in the most concerning ways seemed to haunt her as she sat in limbo between what she never had a chance to fight and the hell that it delivered her to.
Days were gone. She slept through them, strung out and drained of any energy to do anything. Nightfall stirred her to semi-consciousness and only then she would wander out, finding the city full of more than she expected. She was dazed by the aromas and sounds around her. Everything was heightened, sharper and stronger than before. She felt insane for doing it but after nights of thinking of everything to cling to a sense of civility, she finally snapped and gave in to what curled and tied her insides into painful knots.
The first feeding. It was slow but predictable. Like the beat of a mortal heart. Deep rhythmic beats that thumped like a mellow drum. She felt them as if it was in her own skin. So much so that her long arms folded across her waist and beneath her fingertips she confirmed there was no pulse. Not within her anyways. Even that was a passing and less threatening reality. The pain in her insides were growling to be nourished. Her mouth was dry, thirst was lining every inch of her throat. She wasn’t parched. This was an insane thirst that has her scanning back and forth as she dashed in millisecond steps to cover blocks to stalk what she found impossible to resist.
Heat from the skin was easy to feel in the path of air that the male left behind him. It flowed across her face as she stepped into its current, literally a breath behind him if she had one left to offer. She could taste the Armani and white imported linen wrapping his body. It was like the flesh she used to dance against, eat with, sleep with. It was that familiar. Like the scent of pine reminds most of a winter holiday. However, now there was a clear separation of her and that world of warm clean skin and celebration. She pulled her hair back and felt the increase of interest and ravenous appetite had her come to a stop two feet in front of him. He turned to look behind him as if he heard the approach and found nothing but her tall form in front of him as he turned back around.
There was no pleasantries, no introduction. Just a tangle of white linen and long blonde hair swirling into the wall and into the shop. Screams sounded and before she could think if it was the male in her hands or a witness she took a handful of hair and struck with a bite of blinding white. The hot fluid was intoxicating as it hit her mouth. She swallowed and sucked oblivious to anything but getting more. The screaming was growing louder. Yelling started and chaos raised its voice. She couldn’t ignore the sense of danger rising. She dropped the body and ran. Her pace fast, her surroundings a blur until she came to rest back in the darkness where she came from. As she wiped her mouth she felt the rush of relief from the pain that had dominated her for far too long. Then and there she knew that would happen again. Wherever she was there no turning back from what she was becoming.
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August 2011
The nights are by now easier to rise for. Small hints of more could be had lull her from her groggy state she succumbs to in the darkest corners of abandoned buildings. The surroundings are more familiar. Finding her way became a slow but comfortable process. She relied seldom on anyone. Dulce learned not to look back from one moment to the next. It was one of the first lessons she learned. Looking back found nothing. Looking ahead offered only a shimmer of the possibility. That was the only motivation she had to cling to.
Dirty sewers really weren’t appealing to her. They afforded safety but not much else. The insipid taste of rats really was a last resort when the growl in her was impossible to ignore. She had acquired a taste for the warmth of the sweetest blood pooling in her mouth, swirling so perfectly down the throat. It replaced the finest culinary tastes. The sounds of a slowing heartbeat, the heat of fear against her own body took on an arousing form. It woke her, stimulated her. It was all that existed as far as she was concerned. She was hooked and always seeking more like a twisted addict.
Once a sight to behold, her body was now pale, showing the signs that she was never going to have a blush to her cheeks even if she painted it on. She was walking dead but she made it work, looking much like an obscenely long legged model walking off the pages of Gaultier minus the bank breaking price tags. Most of her wardrobe was a donation from the deceased that rested oblivious at her feet.
Hunting became a skill in itself. There was a definite technique to it. You didn’t want to just be out there chasing down a squealing mortal in a crowded place. She learned that as she checked into the net cafes and found her name she now referred to herself as bold and bright on a bounty list. So there was a way you did things after all. She found the skill of robbing one she was good at. The pockets and wallets were empty as soon as she touched them. She had the charm to mingle them right out from under the mortals very noses. Like a thief she stayed under the radar and moved for the most part unnoticed.
Things changed considerably when she found herself eye to eye with the devastatingly beautiful female standing in the shadows of the airport. She looked like she was about as comfortable as Dulce was in general. She took her steps cautiously. Her senses fine tuned by then to a safe approach instead a blinding in-your-face-I-want-your-blood move.
Dulce stepped slowly around the brunette, careful not to startle the sweet beauty. She acted the part of the traveler. Coy and unassuming she played as she was thinking it would be nice to take a ride wherever all that fineness was planning on going. For once there was something she wanted to know more about besides what the body that had her complete focus tasted like.
One step, then another. Dulce wrapped the long black coat she wore around her tall frame and stepped into the females general area she stood. She stroked the coat absent-mindedly as she couldn’t help looking downward first. Her brow raised to the interesting shoes. Gold and rhinestone covered stilettos. They were a bit loud for the average traveler trying to catch a plane or just landing. More likely off a champagne room dancer on a Friday night. She almost giggled at the thought. Could this female be more like her than she thought?
The strings of gold wrapped wickedly up the females ankles and calves, tying at the back. It took a lot to tie a neat bow back there but she pulled it off perfectly. Dulce bit down on her bottom lip, her head tilting as she moved softly behind the woman. Her legs were made to run like a gazelle. Tight, firm and almost as long as her own. She found her thighs creating thoughts before she had a chance to arrive to the sweet curve of her denim short-shorts covered backside. Now the smirk wasn’t able to hide. It blossomed across Dulce’s lips as she arrived at the beautiful taper of her waist. The red cotton tank clung to it like anyone would if given the chance. Upward the perfection of the female v shape moved just as it should swelling into the generous firm places that few are blessed with. This goddess was granted perfection and Dulce felt a rise of fire she hadn’t felt before. She was captured by the sight of her and didn’t even know her name.
Just when it was time for the moment that could very well define all other future moments music broke the silence. Dulce’s eyes shot up to the ceiling above in irritation. It seriously couldn’t be. Franks Sinatra’s “Fly me to the Moon”. Dulce looked down, eyeing the females gold and rhinestone heels then to her own jacket that clashed with the beauties summer daisy dukes. It wasn’t ideal, it didn’t make sense but all of it combined made her want the females attention even more.
Dulce stepped around and took in the females scent which was that of ripe coconut and the tell tale sign of dust moving through before the storm slams through. She cleared her throat and watched a set of entrancing sapphire-blue eyes burn right through her. She choked on her words and was literally like a deer caught in the path of approaching headlights.
The woman was too fine. Her auburn hair spun in relaxed strands framing her face. Lips. There was no mercy to her looks. The woman had lips that pouted to be kissed. Yes, this was it. She met a goddess. They did exist. One was standing right in front of her. Now she was hungry. Very hungry and getting beneath the females skin was not going to be enough to satisfy her this time. She needed to get deep as she possibly could into this one. One way to start was with asking. Dulce had one shot and she took it.
“Care for a one way ticket to paradise?” Dulces eyes never left the females as she spoke.
The nights are by now easier to rise for. Small hints of more could be had lull her from her groggy state she succumbs to in the darkest corners of abandoned buildings. The surroundings are more familiar. Finding her way became a slow but comfortable process. She relied seldom on anyone. Dulce learned not to look back from one moment to the next. It was one of the first lessons she learned. Looking back found nothing. Looking ahead offered only a shimmer of the possibility. That was the only motivation she had to cling to.
Dirty sewers really weren’t appealing to her. They afforded safety but not much else. The insipid taste of rats really was a last resort when the growl in her was impossible to ignore. She had acquired a taste for the warmth of the sweetest blood pooling in her mouth, swirling so perfectly down the throat. It replaced the finest culinary tastes. The sounds of a slowing heartbeat, the heat of fear against her own body took on an arousing form. It woke her, stimulated her. It was all that existed as far as she was concerned. She was hooked and always seeking more like a twisted addict.
Once a sight to behold, her body was now pale, showing the signs that she was never going to have a blush to her cheeks even if she painted it on. She was walking dead but she made it work, looking much like an obscenely long legged model walking off the pages of Gaultier minus the bank breaking price tags. Most of her wardrobe was a donation from the deceased that rested oblivious at her feet.
Hunting became a skill in itself. There was a definite technique to it. You didn’t want to just be out there chasing down a squealing mortal in a crowded place. She learned that as she checked into the net cafes and found her name she now referred to herself as bold and bright on a bounty list. So there was a way you did things after all. She found the skill of robbing one she was good at. The pockets and wallets were empty as soon as she touched them. She had the charm to mingle them right out from under the mortals very noses. Like a thief she stayed under the radar and moved for the most part unnoticed.
Things changed considerably when she found herself eye to eye with the devastatingly beautiful female standing in the shadows of the airport. She looked like she was about as comfortable as Dulce was in general. She took her steps cautiously. Her senses fine tuned by then to a safe approach instead a blinding in-your-face-I-want-your-blood move.
Dulce stepped slowly around the brunette, careful not to startle the sweet beauty. She acted the part of the traveler. Coy and unassuming she played as she was thinking it would be nice to take a ride wherever all that fineness was planning on going. For once there was something she wanted to know more about besides what the body that had her complete focus tasted like.
One step, then another. Dulce wrapped the long black coat she wore around her tall frame and stepped into the females general area she stood. She stroked the coat absent-mindedly as she couldn’t help looking downward first. Her brow raised to the interesting shoes. Gold and rhinestone covered stilettos. They were a bit loud for the average traveler trying to catch a plane or just landing. More likely off a champagne room dancer on a Friday night. She almost giggled at the thought. Could this female be more like her than she thought?
The strings of gold wrapped wickedly up the females ankles and calves, tying at the back. It took a lot to tie a neat bow back there but she pulled it off perfectly. Dulce bit down on her bottom lip, her head tilting as she moved softly behind the woman. Her legs were made to run like a gazelle. Tight, firm and almost as long as her own. She found her thighs creating thoughts before she had a chance to arrive to the sweet curve of her denim short-shorts covered backside. Now the smirk wasn’t able to hide. It blossomed across Dulce’s lips as she arrived at the beautiful taper of her waist. The red cotton tank clung to it like anyone would if given the chance. Upward the perfection of the female v shape moved just as it should swelling into the generous firm places that few are blessed with. This goddess was granted perfection and Dulce felt a rise of fire she hadn’t felt before. She was captured by the sight of her and didn’t even know her name.
Just when it was time for the moment that could very well define all other future moments music broke the silence. Dulce’s eyes shot up to the ceiling above in irritation. It seriously couldn’t be. Franks Sinatra’s “Fly me to the Moon”. Dulce looked down, eyeing the females gold and rhinestone heels then to her own jacket that clashed with the beauties summer daisy dukes. It wasn’t ideal, it didn’t make sense but all of it combined made her want the females attention even more.
Dulce stepped around and took in the females scent which was that of ripe coconut and the tell tale sign of dust moving through before the storm slams through. She cleared her throat and watched a set of entrancing sapphire-blue eyes burn right through her. She choked on her words and was literally like a deer caught in the path of approaching headlights.
The woman was too fine. Her auburn hair spun in relaxed strands framing her face. Lips. There was no mercy to her looks. The woman had lips that pouted to be kissed. Yes, this was it. She met a goddess. They did exist. One was standing right in front of her. Now she was hungry. Very hungry and getting beneath the females skin was not going to be enough to satisfy her this time. She needed to get deep as she possibly could into this one. One way to start was with asking. Dulce had one shot and she took it.
“Care for a one way ticket to paradise?” Dulces eyes never left the females as she spoke.
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September 2011
Dulce found the value in making a few acquaintances. Thankfully the right one came along. She met a cool quiet female named Noelle. She became a text here and there and soon was a great resource for questions about the city in general. That is where she learned the name of what hit her into Harper Rock and all former memory out of her. Silver Argent. Now there was a name to go with the madness. He was her sire she was told. Interesting, that is what they call your murderer in the insanity of it all. A sire? It made Dulce’s mouth sour when she tried to absorb the thought. She was warned his ways were at times less than savory. As if a blood sucker could be?
Noelle was kind enough to enlighten her that she was not just a vampire, but a certain type. Dulce had to struggle with the concept. Two fangs in the mouth and a need for blood wasn’t enough? Noelle gave her the number of someone who could answer some questions that were best asked of another allurist. Dulce left the meeting and pulled out her cell to text but was beat to it. Nick Bowstrong turned out to be willing to answer more questions than she had a chance to ask in text.
They met in a café. Dulce watched him as the patrons swarmed back and forth. He asked if she recognized extra attention, things that had her standing out more than you would like for sporting a pair of fangs. Of course, but then again she was in the minority. Not everyone was a blood drinker in the city. He was clear and direct. He didn’t waste time telling her she needed to lighten up, quit being so proper. Dulce had not stopped to think the need to be nice probably ended when her pulse did. The meeting was brief but informative. It ended with another clear warning on watching her sire closely. He was not liked even if he was in Nick’s bloodline. The coldness of the message froze deep. Nice. Her sire was turning out to be anything you would want. Where the hell he found her was now a big question she wanted the answer to, that is if she could ever find him.
Nights with the taste of her on your lips were worth dying for all over again if that was possible. The sweet coconut flavor with the scent of promise of an oncoming storm followed Dulce no matter what she did. It was wild, unexpected and completely out of control from the moment she crossed Sapphire’s path. Consuming and blinding. Definitely not ideal when you are immortal and have a buffet moving around you of tasty flesh. She had made a choice and her appetite had no intent in changing that she could foresee. They ran, they hunted and even if their days were found sleeping elsewhere there was a bond that had formed. An alliance that said against all odds. She would burn in hell a thousand times for the Sapphire that constantly shined within her. She had become a beacon in the darkest of times and that was never going to be forgotten.
Dulce went to the bank, then Sapphire did. Back and forth it was a comedy of errors. Finally Dulce unloaded her bank into Sapphire’s account and text her to buy it while she was out. It being apartment #301. It was time to get a place out of the sewers they had been sleeping in. The music was already loaded into the state of the art sound system when Dulce walked in for the first time. Sapphire had it all covered. Blues, pop, rock, classical and then some. The whole apartment was flooded with sound. It was bare but it was rocking. Of course, it was all theirs to call home so that was a step up from the smell of sewers and chatter of rats.
Nights blended into one and not much changed. It was hunting, feeding and sleeping. That was until Sapphire didn’t return. She was gone. Dulce woke to find Sapphires capybara clicking insanely next to her. The 100 pound rodent was like a temptation in the most disgusting way. It wasn’t fond of Dulce no matter how much Sapphire insisted. She felt like a walking drumstick to the oversized guinea pig. It ate meat and the tibulas they fed it did little to calm it down. Dulce asked where her owner was as if it would answer.
Sensing something wasn’t right. Dulce braved putting the chain leash on the collar and tugged it along clicking behind her as she made her way in a hurry to the net café. There in seconds she found what happened. Sapphire was taken down for her high bounty. She apparently had been observed feeding enough to raise concern. She was jumped and tossed into the shadow realm. Dulce looked at Cliff, her capybara, and felt the anger simmer. She posted in the crow net her disapproval and left a few warnings. No one was going to take what she felt fortunate to find. The small bit of light that warmed her was elsewhere and she had no power to bring her back.
Dulce asked around and found no hope. She felt powerless. She could have hunted in safer places to avoid notice but she didn’t. Hell they both hardly were getting a lot of guidance. She thought they were doing good for the little time they had been in Harper Rock. Dulce unhooked Cliff and settled him into his room to feed as Sapphire did. She closed the door and thought. Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive” echoed above her. She grew more pissed off as the song played.
Dulce left the apartment and found the anger went with her. She summoned swarms and hit. Each fed the rage within. She found some too small to be hit. This made her more angry. She continued to hit until there was a response. She hit again. He leg sliced off, her throat was cut, shots sent bullets into her skull. She went down and then all was black. It was Thursday, September 15th. Dulce didn’t find her way back out until Monday, September 19th.
The darkness delivered its lesson. Rules, some at least, were meant to be enforced. Humble and grateful for the vision in front of her that she once found a unacceptable sentence, she limped slowly back to apartment #301. She found Sapphire looking just as rough as she did waiting. Cliff, of course, was sitting at her feet with a rotten tibula that could very well have been her own in his bite.
“Okay, I am not wanting to do that again anytime soon.” Dulce said softly as she closed the door.
Dulce found the value in making a few acquaintances. Thankfully the right one came along. She met a cool quiet female named Noelle. She became a text here and there and soon was a great resource for questions about the city in general. That is where she learned the name of what hit her into Harper Rock and all former memory out of her. Silver Argent. Now there was a name to go with the madness. He was her sire she was told. Interesting, that is what they call your murderer in the insanity of it all. A sire? It made Dulce’s mouth sour when she tried to absorb the thought. She was warned his ways were at times less than savory. As if a blood sucker could be?
Noelle was kind enough to enlighten her that she was not just a vampire, but a certain type. Dulce had to struggle with the concept. Two fangs in the mouth and a need for blood wasn’t enough? Noelle gave her the number of someone who could answer some questions that were best asked of another allurist. Dulce left the meeting and pulled out her cell to text but was beat to it. Nick Bowstrong turned out to be willing to answer more questions than she had a chance to ask in text.
They met in a café. Dulce watched him as the patrons swarmed back and forth. He asked if she recognized extra attention, things that had her standing out more than you would like for sporting a pair of fangs. Of course, but then again she was in the minority. Not everyone was a blood drinker in the city. He was clear and direct. He didn’t waste time telling her she needed to lighten up, quit being so proper. Dulce had not stopped to think the need to be nice probably ended when her pulse did. The meeting was brief but informative. It ended with another clear warning on watching her sire closely. He was not liked even if he was in Nick’s bloodline. The coldness of the message froze deep. Nice. Her sire was turning out to be anything you would want. Where the hell he found her was now a big question she wanted the answer to, that is if she could ever find him.
Nights with the taste of her on your lips were worth dying for all over again if that was possible. The sweet coconut flavor with the scent of promise of an oncoming storm followed Dulce no matter what she did. It was wild, unexpected and completely out of control from the moment she crossed Sapphire’s path. Consuming and blinding. Definitely not ideal when you are immortal and have a buffet moving around you of tasty flesh. She had made a choice and her appetite had no intent in changing that she could foresee. They ran, they hunted and even if their days were found sleeping elsewhere there was a bond that had formed. An alliance that said against all odds. She would burn in hell a thousand times for the Sapphire that constantly shined within her. She had become a beacon in the darkest of times and that was never going to be forgotten.
Dulce went to the bank, then Sapphire did. Back and forth it was a comedy of errors. Finally Dulce unloaded her bank into Sapphire’s account and text her to buy it while she was out. It being apartment #301. It was time to get a place out of the sewers they had been sleeping in. The music was already loaded into the state of the art sound system when Dulce walked in for the first time. Sapphire had it all covered. Blues, pop, rock, classical and then some. The whole apartment was flooded with sound. It was bare but it was rocking. Of course, it was all theirs to call home so that was a step up from the smell of sewers and chatter of rats.
Nights blended into one and not much changed. It was hunting, feeding and sleeping. That was until Sapphire didn’t return. She was gone. Dulce woke to find Sapphires capybara clicking insanely next to her. The 100 pound rodent was like a temptation in the most disgusting way. It wasn’t fond of Dulce no matter how much Sapphire insisted. She felt like a walking drumstick to the oversized guinea pig. It ate meat and the tibulas they fed it did little to calm it down. Dulce asked where her owner was as if it would answer.
Sensing something wasn’t right. Dulce braved putting the chain leash on the collar and tugged it along clicking behind her as she made her way in a hurry to the net café. There in seconds she found what happened. Sapphire was taken down for her high bounty. She apparently had been observed feeding enough to raise concern. She was jumped and tossed into the shadow realm. Dulce looked at Cliff, her capybara, and felt the anger simmer. She posted in the crow net her disapproval and left a few warnings. No one was going to take what she felt fortunate to find. The small bit of light that warmed her was elsewhere and she had no power to bring her back.
Dulce asked around and found no hope. She felt powerless. She could have hunted in safer places to avoid notice but she didn’t. Hell they both hardly were getting a lot of guidance. She thought they were doing good for the little time they had been in Harper Rock. Dulce unhooked Cliff and settled him into his room to feed as Sapphire did. She closed the door and thought. Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive” echoed above her. She grew more pissed off as the song played.
Dulce left the apartment and found the anger went with her. She summoned swarms and hit. Each fed the rage within. She found some too small to be hit. This made her more angry. She continued to hit until there was a response. She hit again. He leg sliced off, her throat was cut, shots sent bullets into her skull. She went down and then all was black. It was Thursday, September 15th. Dulce didn’t find her way back out until Monday, September 19th.
The darkness delivered its lesson. Rules, some at least, were meant to be enforced. Humble and grateful for the vision in front of her that she once found a unacceptable sentence, she limped slowly back to apartment #301. She found Sapphire looking just as rough as she did waiting. Cliff, of course, was sitting at her feet with a rotten tibula that could very well have been her own in his bite.
“Okay, I am not wanting to do that again anytime soon.” Dulce said softly as she closed the door.
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October 2011
Fingering the cigarette between her slender digits, she watched her hand twist slightly to create different patterns in the air for nothing more than slight amusement. Gray swirls crept upward into the space above her. She wore a halo of her only vice. She rolled the menthol twice more then brought it to her lips. She mastered the art of making it seem that she inhaled. Of course she couldn't, but one would believe she did. Her lips promised many things and sinful illusion was one of them. Full with a bewitching sparkle, they said so much. They called for attention. They could beckon you to make a choice as they hid the promise of death within. Beautifully shaped, petal soft to the touch, they tasted sweet. Her fingers withdrew the source from her oral capture and watched the dancing circlet move away from her. It was searching for a path of its own as it faded. With a sigh and push of her shoulder she moved from the building she was leaning against. Her finger flicked against her thumb and the useless filter bounced into the gutter and dropping into the sewers below.
Taking the initial steps to move into the building proved painful. Her thigh high leather boots brushed against the weight of the long black jacket she always wore. The garments beneath changed continuously in color and texture but the jacket from her first victim always remained with her. It reminded her all the money in the world would not save your soul. She let the elitist female with a fine taste for wearing her very best to the office turn into a frozen left-over in the front of her Jaguar with her door ajar. Dulce smirked through the pain at her left thigh. It amused her that material stroking at your flesh could remind you of such things. Death, excitement and satisfaction of the most disturbing kind filled her mind as the material weighed heavy against the leather that wrapped her thigh so tight.
The boot covered the wounds ghastly depth. The searing ache she welcomed like a badge from a little game of touch and toss with a vampire who claimed he had the balls to rock her world. She strutted as it throbbed more. She enjoyed it. The ribs that needed time to heal screamed at her as she pulled the door of the building open. A smile curled at her lips. Blood was in the air and she was in the mood for more. Now just where the hell the to find what was licking its wounds remained to be seen. She wasn't into chasing anything minus a pulse. He needed a bigger rock to hide under. He would come back. They always did.
Until then, she embraced the pleasure of what lingered in every step that she took into the casino. The neon lights and the half-lit gamblers were calling her to come deeper inside. She eyed the entrance casually. Every step was slow and methodical. She smiled softly and her fangs itched when she did. It called for energy to be unassuming. One feature that was hard to disguise was the eyes that haunted if you made their contact. Ice blue orbs that only a predator would dare flash in a bustling crowd of collective pulses. She took her time as others passed her taking a second look and sharing a whisper. She was dressed to kill, looking like she had a million other places to be. Another illusion. She was right where she belonged. The walking dead seductress was ready to slip into her veil of charm and to reap the rewards of her prowess.
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Dulce Periculum
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Re: Danger is Sweet
March 1st 2012
Throbbing in the layers of flesh possibly even deeper into the joints plagued Dulce lately. She savored it much like an addict with the burn of a shot in the chosen vein. It was dark, hidden but so twisted in the most pleasurable way. She wouldn’t share it for nothing. She was wise and kept it tightly wound where only she could feel it, absorb and appreciate it far from the eyes around her. Darkness held sins and she had far too many to ever count. Then again didn’t everyone within the cold chaos of Canada’s own Harper Rock hide one or two?
Much had rolled through and changed in the nights Dulce moved around. Unexpected encounters that took her places she otherwise wouldn’t have imagined. Much of it lingered and haunted her during the daylight sleep that robbed her of continuous lucid moments. She was evolving if it was possible into something she didn’t anticipate. Nothing prepared her for what was coming at her and that was a good thing if you asked her. Most would run the other direction. Not Dulce. She gravitated closer to it like a moth to a flame.
Semi-permanence was found in new grounds that surrounded her physically. A spacious place beneath the moon and stars that became the only shelter she truly needed. It was serene, beautiful and complete with a celestial blanket above she could count on when she stepped out as nightfall greeted her waking eyes. Her pale skin surrounded by the winter chill only needed to be stroked by the moonlight that danced above. A fire was soon started and ice blue eyes burned through the darkness to begin their hunt for its source. The night was young and so was the hunger that guided her.
Throbbing in the layers of flesh possibly even deeper into the joints plagued Dulce lately. She savored it much like an addict with the burn of a shot in the chosen vein. It was dark, hidden but so twisted in the most pleasurable way. She wouldn’t share it for nothing. She was wise and kept it tightly wound where only she could feel it, absorb and appreciate it far from the eyes around her. Darkness held sins and she had far too many to ever count. Then again didn’t everyone within the cold chaos of Canada’s own Harper Rock hide one or two?
Much had rolled through and changed in the nights Dulce moved around. Unexpected encounters that took her places she otherwise wouldn’t have imagined. Much of it lingered and haunted her during the daylight sleep that robbed her of continuous lucid moments. She was evolving if it was possible into something she didn’t anticipate. Nothing prepared her for what was coming at her and that was a good thing if you asked her. Most would run the other direction. Not Dulce. She gravitated closer to it like a moth to a flame.
Semi-permanence was found in new grounds that surrounded her physically. A spacious place beneath the moon and stars that became the only shelter she truly needed. It was serene, beautiful and complete with a celestial blanket above she could count on when she stepped out as nightfall greeted her waking eyes. Her pale skin surrounded by the winter chill only needed to be stroked by the moonlight that danced above. A fire was soon started and ice blue eyes burned through the darkness to begin their hunt for its source. The night was young and so was the hunger that guided her.
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Dulce Periculum
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Re: Danger is Sweet
April 2012
The red fingernail trailed across the keys of the laptop back and forth creating nothing on the dead screen. A thoughtful sigh echoed in the dark office in her home where Dulce sat alone. It shouldn’t matter but it did. The not knowing where she came from was certain to drive her to near madness if she didn’t resolve what she did not know of a mortal past left suddenly behind. The tarot card reading with Zodiac had her mind spinning since she had left the shop. She had far more questions without any answers. It was suggested that the net could potentially answer any question. Her mind finally swaying to the reasonable she decided it couldn’t hurt to see if it proved to be true.
Her body leaned forward and the index finger of her right hand pressed softly on the power button firing up the computer. The darkness of the office illuminated with a blaze of soft blue light. She swiveled back and forth in the leather chair until her security screen came up. She knew there had to be something about a missing person somewhere that would fit her description.
Missing person data bases were prolific in results for the ‘missing person’ query. Sharp and quick her fingers moved and clicked through images before changing her query. Now it would narrow things a little. She sat back and scanned through the images of blonde Caucasian 20- 30 year old females on missing posters to see who was being sought since she arrived in Harper Rock. The time passed slowly as she clicked page after page of bulletins filled with the information pertaining to their disappearance and what they were last seen wearing or what they were doing. The haunting faces of so many that likely would never be seen again by those that sought them was a bit sad. She only hoped that they now had a set of fangs and eternity in their favor. She palmed her face and sighed as the reality of her being looked for was likely not happening. They gypsy could very well be right on the mark. If she was a ***** in her previous life who would want her to be found? She removed her hands from her face and chuckled softly amused with her own question and obvious answer. At least that one wouldn’t gnaw at her with the numerous others.
Turning away from the screen Dulce looked at the stack of mail and publications she hardly ever paid attention to. Business periodicals sat at the top. It gave her an idea. The clicking of her fingers on the keys resumed again this time looking for news clippings of missing blonde professional female last seen June 2011. The page loaded and the list of possibilities was considerably less to choose from. She moved forward in the chair and rested her elbow on the surface of the desk cupping her chin in her palm as her long fingers framed the outside of her face. A few pages proved nothing beyond business news and company mergers. Her eyes drifted to the bottom and it was then that if she had a breath left to catch it would have been at that moment. She sat there stunned looking at her face.
East Coast Power Broker Missing Coworkers and family are questioning the unexplained disappearance of Abigail Sutton. The 25 year old power broker from the Sutton Brokerage Firm was last seen by colleagues around midnight June 26th 2011 in Canada. The group of colleagues were returning from a working holiday when they met briefly in Harper Rock for dinner and drinks before continuing on separately. Everyone but Abigail arrived for work that following Monday.
The red fingernail trailed across the keys of the laptop back and forth creating nothing on the dead screen. A thoughtful sigh echoed in the dark office in her home where Dulce sat alone. It shouldn’t matter but it did. The not knowing where she came from was certain to drive her to near madness if she didn’t resolve what she did not know of a mortal past left suddenly behind. The tarot card reading with Zodiac had her mind spinning since she had left the shop. She had far more questions without any answers. It was suggested that the net could potentially answer any question. Her mind finally swaying to the reasonable she decided it couldn’t hurt to see if it proved to be true.
Her body leaned forward and the index finger of her right hand pressed softly on the power button firing up the computer. The darkness of the office illuminated with a blaze of soft blue light. She swiveled back and forth in the leather chair until her security screen came up. She knew there had to be something about a missing person somewhere that would fit her description.
Missing person data bases were prolific in results for the ‘missing person’ query. Sharp and quick her fingers moved and clicked through images before changing her query. Now it would narrow things a little. She sat back and scanned through the images of blonde Caucasian 20- 30 year old females on missing posters to see who was being sought since she arrived in Harper Rock. The time passed slowly as she clicked page after page of bulletins filled with the information pertaining to their disappearance and what they were last seen wearing or what they were doing. The haunting faces of so many that likely would never be seen again by those that sought them was a bit sad. She only hoped that they now had a set of fangs and eternity in their favor. She palmed her face and sighed as the reality of her being looked for was likely not happening. They gypsy could very well be right on the mark. If she was a ***** in her previous life who would want her to be found? She removed her hands from her face and chuckled softly amused with her own question and obvious answer. At least that one wouldn’t gnaw at her with the numerous others.
Turning away from the screen Dulce looked at the stack of mail and publications she hardly ever paid attention to. Business periodicals sat at the top. It gave her an idea. The clicking of her fingers on the keys resumed again this time looking for news clippings of missing blonde professional female last seen June 2011. The page loaded and the list of possibilities was considerably less to choose from. She moved forward in the chair and rested her elbow on the surface of the desk cupping her chin in her palm as her long fingers framed the outside of her face. A few pages proved nothing beyond business news and company mergers. Her eyes drifted to the bottom and it was then that if she had a breath left to catch it would have been at that moment. She sat there stunned looking at her face.
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East Coast Power Broker Missing Coworkers and family are questioning the unexplained disappearance of Abigail Sutton. The 25 year old power broker from the Sutton Brokerage Firm was last seen by colleagues around midnight June 26th 2011 in Canada. The group of colleagues were returning from a working holiday when they met briefly in Harper Rock for dinner and drinks before continuing on separately. Everyone but Abigail arrived for work that following Monday.
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Dulce ignored the rest of the article and watched the screen go black with the press of her finger on the power button. Everything else she needed to know would be easy to find out. Abigail Sutton. She felt nothing as she said the name. Dulce Periculum brought far more of a sense of familiarity. It didn't matter. She wasn't looking to turn back. The knowledge of who she was happened to be part of moving forward. Now she had plans to make.