And so it begins... Death becomes her...
Posted: 09 Feb 2016, 18:15
Gentle sounds of rain beat a staccato against the large window strategically placed in the room to allow maximum views of the city outside. The drapery was light, airy, tastefully done in berry as a nod to French styles and whimsy. Against the slate blue of the walls it made a dramatic statement without falling into gaucheness. Black leather made up the furniture in the room, picking up the black granite of the adjacent and open kitchen behind the living room. Artistically 'random' placed throws and pillows, shades of berry to rich silvers added the softening the wall colour demanded. All in all it screamed taste and decadence at once, inviting one to sit, be comfortable... as long as it didn't muss up your Armani.
Patterns of rain shadows played off the unmoving figure seated opposite the window, lights from various businesses and shops, cars and traffic lights blended together into a soft ambiance Noemi found oddly soothing. Candles scented in amber and lily, ordered from a small shoppe in the Cannes provence of France... the wonders of online shopping, aiding workaholics everywhere... flickered and cast beautiful dancing shades, twirling above the French Aristocrats still features.
There was something tangible in the air here. This place, this city, there was more to it than any other place Noemi had ever been, and no one could accuse her of being under travelled. Even the walks of Egypt during her grand tour held no feelings as oppressive yet beautiful as here. It really begged thought, why this place? A new world by all old world consensus, the only parts considered ancient were inhabited by wild things and lives best suited to repetitive and gruelling work. She didn't understand this place in her forward mind. She had been raised in homes older than this entire country. Yet somehow she felt the moment she arrived an embrace of sorts, that could only be described as timeless. Unending.
Noemi had always known she was destined for things most people never considered. Things 'sane' minds would mock. She knew better. She knew the ancient darkness held more for her than any manmade wonder. The fine curves of her cheeks gleamed with health as her head turned, spilling dark waves of thick and glossy hair over a high thrust of breast. The window beckoned her attention for a moment as a cat walked along the fire escape, mewling pitifully as it was soaked by an unconcerned mother of nature. She watched the wretched beast as it made itself home upon her outer landing and curled shivering into a dismal ball of drenched fur.
She wondered if it would survive the night. Death would certainly be a relief for the stray, and that merciful thought stayed her hand against helping the feline... instead she stood and rummaged through her equipment bag, pulling a syringe set from an ebony case. Walking to the kitchen she pulled a cup and filled it with rubbing alcohol, followed by half of the mercury she carried in her small Borgia'esque vial. Filling the syringe she then took some cream from her refrigerator and placed it into a saucer.
Her offerings in each hand she went to the window and slowly opened it. Noemi was no great lover of animals, to her they served purposes and naught more, so it was rather amusing to her that they seemed to love her. Perhaps it was her scent. Or perhaps it was because they sensed she had no wish to enslave and domesticate them, to let them be. Whatever it was, it turned no different as the cat looked up and blinked but didn't run. Noemi laid the saucer onto the ledge and waited. It didn't take long, the cat was almost lost to grace as it hurried to the offered food, now ignoring the silk wrapped beauty completely. That was all she needed and the syringe lunged with surgical speed into the cats neck and deployed.
In the felines defense, it managed one swipe of claw against the wrist of its angel, blood welling against the slight sting and then landing almost as an offering against the wet fur of the dead beast. Blood for blood...
fitting.
Noemi gathered up the cat and wrapped it in a towel, walking it out to the garbage chute on her floor. Pleased with her offering, she let the cat slide down, knowing the animal was safe in Death, and its body was no matter at all.
Retracing her steps she made her way back into her apartment to wash out the still beading wound, but just as she was about to put it under the sinks tap she stopped, staring at the garnet drops against her pale skin. There was no thought, no decision that drove her next move, it seemed just meant to be and Noemi slowly began to lap at the wound, drenching her tongue in copper.
Closing her eyes, her pupils dilated, green iris lost in that darkness she began to sway back and forth, her hips moving as if to some romantic strain only she could hear, a lover only she could feel...
And the rain continued, the night advanced, and the lover of death rode it under guise of her own hands, lost in ecstacy until the morn began to pinken the grey of the sky, and then she found sleep...
not quite death but close enough.
Patterns of rain shadows played off the unmoving figure seated opposite the window, lights from various businesses and shops, cars and traffic lights blended together into a soft ambiance Noemi found oddly soothing. Candles scented in amber and lily, ordered from a small shoppe in the Cannes provence of France... the wonders of online shopping, aiding workaholics everywhere... flickered and cast beautiful dancing shades, twirling above the French Aristocrats still features.
There was something tangible in the air here. This place, this city, there was more to it than any other place Noemi had ever been, and no one could accuse her of being under travelled. Even the walks of Egypt during her grand tour held no feelings as oppressive yet beautiful as here. It really begged thought, why this place? A new world by all old world consensus, the only parts considered ancient were inhabited by wild things and lives best suited to repetitive and gruelling work. She didn't understand this place in her forward mind. She had been raised in homes older than this entire country. Yet somehow she felt the moment she arrived an embrace of sorts, that could only be described as timeless. Unending.
Noemi had always known she was destined for things most people never considered. Things 'sane' minds would mock. She knew better. She knew the ancient darkness held more for her than any manmade wonder. The fine curves of her cheeks gleamed with health as her head turned, spilling dark waves of thick and glossy hair over a high thrust of breast. The window beckoned her attention for a moment as a cat walked along the fire escape, mewling pitifully as it was soaked by an unconcerned mother of nature. She watched the wretched beast as it made itself home upon her outer landing and curled shivering into a dismal ball of drenched fur.
She wondered if it would survive the night. Death would certainly be a relief for the stray, and that merciful thought stayed her hand against helping the feline... instead she stood and rummaged through her equipment bag, pulling a syringe set from an ebony case. Walking to the kitchen she pulled a cup and filled it with rubbing alcohol, followed by half of the mercury she carried in her small Borgia'esque vial. Filling the syringe she then took some cream from her refrigerator and placed it into a saucer.
Her offerings in each hand she went to the window and slowly opened it. Noemi was no great lover of animals, to her they served purposes and naught more, so it was rather amusing to her that they seemed to love her. Perhaps it was her scent. Or perhaps it was because they sensed she had no wish to enslave and domesticate them, to let them be. Whatever it was, it turned no different as the cat looked up and blinked but didn't run. Noemi laid the saucer onto the ledge and waited. It didn't take long, the cat was almost lost to grace as it hurried to the offered food, now ignoring the silk wrapped beauty completely. That was all she needed and the syringe lunged with surgical speed into the cats neck and deployed.
In the felines defense, it managed one swipe of claw against the wrist of its angel, blood welling against the slight sting and then landing almost as an offering against the wet fur of the dead beast. Blood for blood...
fitting.
Noemi gathered up the cat and wrapped it in a towel, walking it out to the garbage chute on her floor. Pleased with her offering, she let the cat slide down, knowing the animal was safe in Death, and its body was no matter at all.
Retracing her steps she made her way back into her apartment to wash out the still beading wound, but just as she was about to put it under the sinks tap she stopped, staring at the garnet drops against her pale skin. There was no thought, no decision that drove her next move, it seemed just meant to be and Noemi slowly began to lap at the wound, drenching her tongue in copper.
Closing her eyes, her pupils dilated, green iris lost in that darkness she began to sway back and forth, her hips moving as if to some romantic strain only she could hear, a lover only she could feel...
And the rain continued, the night advanced, and the lover of death rode it under guise of her own hands, lost in ecstacy until the morn began to pinken the grey of the sky, and then she found sleep...
not quite death but close enough.