Slayers and Sires [Habren]
Posted: 24 Aug 2019, 10:58
The earth had been damp- soaked and broken. It had moved to accommodate her form, making a mould of her body within itself as it encased her. Still cold as it was untouched by the sun’s rays, it lulled her into a vampiric sleep as her form attempted to conserve as much energy as possible… the girl had been exhausted, tired as if she’d never known a night’s rest before. Yes, she was still a young vampire and that change had increased her powers, but the drowsiness had near enough blinded her.
A large warm hand pressed against her ribs, pushing firmly and easing her further into the earth. She wasn’t certain who it belonged to, but the girl didn’t recall being there with anyone… in fact, there was very little that she did recall. She’d left the hotel for a hunt, had been pursuing a nameless victim, and then there was this baptism of rain and mud.
It felt as if weights had been fitted to her ankles- they sank deeper and pulled at her thigh muscles, straining her ligaments, causing an ache in her hips and back. She tried to lift them, to gain knowledge at least of how heavy the weights were and spent the last of her energy in doing so. Lilianna lay there limp and shackled, unaware that more earth was being thrown onto her burial ground… unaware that they’d finally caught up to her.
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“D’ya think those weights’ll be enough?”
Two faces stared down at the fresh plot as they threw the last bit of dirt over her body. Rain, sweat, dirt and her blood all streamed down their arms and shovels. The men wore a familiar sinister black crest on their coats and wary grins on their faces as if they had defeated a long-pursued target… but they hadn’t. She wouldn’t die and they knew that this was a hopeful patch, but 8 of their team had been taken out since they’d infiltrated Harper Rock. Returning with two was a minimum requirement.
“It’ll keep her long enough for us to go. We need to report back before one of us gets killed.”
The second man picked up a long silver rod and aimed it at where he was sure her heart would be. “Right, for security then. Giv’t a good whack.”
With a deep chuckle, the first hammered the rod into the earth until it was no longer visible. They walked away almost sure that they’d done enough, and each step taken that wasn’t met with her rising lifted weight from their shoulders. By the time the chartered plane was boarded, the two men could have kissed each other in relief as she hadn’t reappeared.
She remained in the earth; still and in a deep slumber as the dirt hardened around her, an inch deeper than the rod could reach.
A large warm hand pressed against her ribs, pushing firmly and easing her further into the earth. She wasn’t certain who it belonged to, but the girl didn’t recall being there with anyone… in fact, there was very little that she did recall. She’d left the hotel for a hunt, had been pursuing a nameless victim, and then there was this baptism of rain and mud.
It felt as if weights had been fitted to her ankles- they sank deeper and pulled at her thigh muscles, straining her ligaments, causing an ache in her hips and back. She tried to lift them, to gain knowledge at least of how heavy the weights were and spent the last of her energy in doing so. Lilianna lay there limp and shackled, unaware that more earth was being thrown onto her burial ground… unaware that they’d finally caught up to her.
--
“D’ya think those weights’ll be enough?”
Two faces stared down at the fresh plot as they threw the last bit of dirt over her body. Rain, sweat, dirt and her blood all streamed down their arms and shovels. The men wore a familiar sinister black crest on their coats and wary grins on their faces as if they had defeated a long-pursued target… but they hadn’t. She wouldn’t die and they knew that this was a hopeful patch, but 8 of their team had been taken out since they’d infiltrated Harper Rock. Returning with two was a minimum requirement.
“It’ll keep her long enough for us to go. We need to report back before one of us gets killed.”
The second man picked up a long silver rod and aimed it at where he was sure her heart would be. “Right, for security then. Giv’t a good whack.”
With a deep chuckle, the first hammered the rod into the earth until it was no longer visible. They walked away almost sure that they’d done enough, and each step taken that wasn’t met with her rising lifted weight from their shoulders. By the time the chartered plane was boarded, the two men could have kissed each other in relief as she hadn’t reappeared.
She remained in the earth; still and in a deep slumber as the dirt hardened around her, an inch deeper than the rod could reach.