Performance [closed]

[Libis]

((Closed to Requiem Of Insanity. This takes place shortly after the citadel thread 'Stress Relief))
((All Bunnying pre-approved, will contain explicit content))

A cheer went up from the surrounding watchers. Libis grinned and winked at a blond half-elf in the audience who blushed and hid behind her hands...

Libis had arrived in Radasanth two days earlier. He was searching for new proving grounds, as most of the women in his hometown were sick and tired of his antics by now. The enormity of the city had impressed him from the beginning and the bustling streets were a far cry from the small hunter's settlement that he hailed from. The slabs of stone that paved the streets were kinder to his feet than the worn mud tracks his forested home. The citadel had proved a irresistable lure and a great way to unwind after a hard night's work. However, fighting would not earn his keep and he searched the huge city for work. While serious about his employment, distractions abounded especially in the taverns. And the blood angel's words drove him almost to insanity.

'...damned to seek a night such as this...'

Though he had struggled for weeks with his burden and the yearnings that tore at his soul, he wished to be free. The slighted angelic being that he had seduced had cursed him to be driven by his lust. Resting deep in the pit of his stomach, as a weevil in the bark of a tree, a physical longing for the comforts of another's flesh. She had also provided a lasting blessing in the form of the shimmering shirt that flowed acoss his torso and the enhancing of his not inconsiderable natural talent for seduction. Despite this he longed for something to distract him, to hold his mind and soul away from the burning brand that was his curse.

He had taken to street performance like a duck to water. Years of honing his wraith-like movements as a seductive dancer, combined with his affinity for knives had blossomed into an extraordinary act. The flowing blades weaved together forming intricate patterns in front and behind his twirling figure. His white hair flew around his head, flicking with the movements of hs tall body. The shimmering of his liquid shirt and the glinting blades formed a ghostly mirage that hovered in front of him, incorporeal and undefined in structure. His mind flowed free, reveling in the distraction of the movement and the adrenaline rush that surged with each performance.

Spinning to a complete stop, both knives held out in front of him blades in opposite directions, arms parallel to the floor, he blew a stray hair out of his face before taking a bow. Gasping from the exertion, he reached for the flask of dwarven Firewine that he had purchased from a tavern several hours earlier. The night was drawing in and the liquid burned his throat, warming his gut in the cool dusk wind. Overhead,the orange clouds were frequently crossed by roosting birds, calling to their mates. They were heading for the torso of the statue of the elven hero Radasanth in the main square, some five hundred metres along the road. He sat on the cobbled floor and leaned against a stone wall, throwing flirtatious comments after his retreating audience. He would return to his inn room later, but first, the evening was ripe for a hunt. The women awaited. He grinned to himself, his emerald eyes sparkling at the thought.

[Requiem of Insanity]

Ah night...

The moon glowed with a brilliant shade as the white aura cascaded down on the earth, illuminating the darkness with an eerie light. The light itself seemed to strengthen the darkness, engulfing the glow of the few people who walked the trail with torch lights, and giving cover to the predators that stalked in the shadows. Wolves howled in excitement as they called to other back mates, while other, far darker creatures stirred awake in the nocturnal hours of the fog of blackness.

Among those demented denizens of the darkness stalked the beauty of a solitary female, her walk full of a blissful seduction and a slight drunken stupor. She giggled to herself as if someone was whispering in her ear, and she cooed and swooned to the mysterious dark companion that was near her.

Five steps behind her walked another man, his head permanently bowed low in fear of drawing the woman's gaze to himself. His steps were careful and precise, like the way a servant would follow a master. He carried two bags upon him, and his hands fidgeted with themselves as he whimpered at each howl in the night.

The woman stopped, her arms reaching upwards towards the moon like a lover who hadn't seen their mate in a long while. Her eyes dazzled in the glow of her adoration of the far away planet, and her mouth opened in a slow, seductive manner.

"Oh my darling, how have you been?" She called out, her arms wrapping around herself as she giggled like a childish girl. "How long has it been since the last time you attentions focused upon me my darling?" she lifted one arm up exposing her palm to the moon. "So much has happened since we last met, so many countless victims begging to you. Did you hear them, my darling?" Her eyes closed in a passion as the obsession of her crimes raced to the front of her mind. "Did you hear them sing to you my Requiem of Insanity?"

The man behind her looked at the woman, his eyes glowing with lust as he watched her give into the darkness of her own soul. Without even thinking it he dropped one of the bags, and a five knives fell out onto the dirt. Each one was covered in blood and the dirt stained the sheer of blades. The woman turned over to the man, and her eyes widened in horror at what she was seeing.

"KANE!" She shouted in a frenzy, her movements graceful as she bounded upon her broken puppet pushing him away from her. "YOU IDIOT!" Her screams wailed in the stillness of the night. "Your innate ability to be a nuisance has yet again surfaced! There is no river for at least four miles, and guess what you get to do all by yourself?" her eyes were full of fire as she grinned viley to her slave.

Kane looked to her with a whimpering, pouty face. "But, but the town is only ten minutes east of here..." her mouth opened again, teeth shining in agaisnt the glow of the moon.

"I know that," her hands balled into tight fists as she lifted one, pointing a finger out to the direction of the river. "You should have thought that before you dropped my baby!" Kane looked to her, trying to find some spine to hold himself up against her, but Cassandra Remi had a far bigger spine, and a hold over him he couldn't shake if he tried. He bowed low, scooping up the blades with the reverence of a priest touching arcane artifacts, and bowed low to her.

"Of course," he said full of defeat. "I shall be back later tonight, most likely by early dawn." he guessed looking to the moon. Cassandra gave off a snort of amusement as she turned, walking down the path again.

"That is, if the wolves don't eat you first." She hid venom in her words and the poisonous threat reached Kane with the accuracy of an arrow hitting bulls eye. He whimpered again, turning slowly, beginning his journey into the darkness walking in the areas where no light dared to tread.

[Libis]

Libis walked along the cobbled and dirty city back streets. The dusky orange clouds were darkening as the sun disappeared completely, leaving him in his favourite state: night. The coins from the day’s performance jangled in his pocket as he headed for The Akashiman’s Head. The streets were almost deserted and a distinctly cold wind blew between the houses. The stars cast an unearthly glow across the shiny pebble dashed floor. A shriek echoed through the night like the call of the sirens in the Valeena Lake from far in the distance. Looking around, the white haired boy sought the owner of the voice. Beneath the agonising tones of the scream, which sent a cold blade through his gut, there was something else. The sultry tones of a woman who knew what she wanted. A grin twitched at his lips and he bared his teeth, even forgetting to hide his crooked incisor.

"The hunt is on!" Although to himself, the comment was aloud and a nearby dark-elven man looked to the source of the hissed tones. The man saw the glint in the emerald eyes and almost dropped the bucket he was carrying as his own dark-eyes widened. Libis’ blood was rushing now and he could feel the adrenalin building in his body already. Rounding a corner, he came within sight of his chosen tavern and saw that the drink had obviously been flowing for many hours already. The light of the bracket-mounted torches beside the door spilled out on to the paved street, bathing variously inebriated forms in yellow light. He picked his way among the loose forms and entered the pubic house.

Libis stepped across the threshold of the tavern, and felt the warm dusty air wash across his face. The bustling chatter of the patrons was music to his ears, it reminded him so much of his hometown that an unaccustomed twinge of emotion pricked his heart. The smell of alcohol inflamed his senses, the call of his curse drawing him in.

Making his way to the bar, snaking smoothly between the numerous customers and emphasising his lithe form to anyone who might be watching, he laid eyes on a tall brunette girl leaning casually against the bar. Ordering a mug of Firewine – wanting to conserve his own supply – he sat on the stool nearest to her. She was obviously aware of his presence and he could smell her excitement as his innate seductive tendencies wormed their way through her inhibitions. She smiled shyly at him and he grinned back, confident but not overtly so.

"Can I buy you a drink?" The question was accompanied by a slight stroke to her elbow. The briefest touch fired off a reaction and she was almost his, accepting his offer graciously and playing with the tip of her shoulder-length hair. She kept looking around, almost anxiously, and it irked Libis to not have her complete attention. He wondered if the long time travelling from his own land had dulled his skills.

A tap on his shoulder drew his attention and he half-turned away, smiling at his quarry as he did so. She was now positively grinning and he was a little confused. Behind him, he came to face a nose that was like an arrow. Looking back to the accompanying face, the eyes were like daggers too, boring into Libis’ own.

A splitting pain suddenly caught him in the cheek and he felt himself tilt backwards off of the barstool. His aggressor withdrew his wry arm, grinning. The elf’s pointed cheekbones formed his entire face into a malicious grimace. The brunette was trying hard to stifle laughter and her cheeks had turned rosy, little sign of the entranced woman of a minute ago. Libis struggled back to his feet and, recognising defeat, skulked off to the other end of the bar, ignoring the laughter of those around.

He found a spare stool and nursed his drink and his pride for a while, before resuming the search for a new prey...

[Requiem of Insanity]

The wind blew a low breeze into the lights of the town as the tents and stages were taken down from the performers. The dregs of society dripped along the streets in drunken stupors going from tavern to tavern searching for something unique and golden to spark them into a fit of laughter. A few booze hounds stalked in the shadows, mumbling incoherently to themselves as they passed by other people until they rounded a corner into the fading darkness.

Not that any of these disturbances bothered Cassandra. She had grown accustomed to the nightlife and the secrets that inhabited this particular time of night. She paid the drunken wanderers little heed and always stayed close to the shadows as she looked for an establishment to rest her feet from the long walk. Her eyes scanned the nearby taverns and she settled her sites upon one off to her left. The Akishimaman's Head. How catchy. she mused to herself letting her feet carry her forward on the stone pavement, listening as her feet echoed in the stillness of the night.

As she entered the tavern she could sense a cold feeling of dread wash over her followed by the cool, tender touch of a lover upon her shoulder. She sagged a bit in elation to feel the touch of her dark companion, her deeper desires made manifest, and laughed to watch him soar out before her into the room, looking for potential playmates. She had no cares for anybody seeing her twisted lover, for he was invisible to all but those like herself; Dark, homicidal, crazed lunatics with a darkness all to themselves.

Cassandra's eyes scanned for a vacant seat and found a table off in the corner. She made her way over and sat at the table, feeling her muscles spasm in joy as she took a load of her feet relaxing. A waitress walked by, and she ordered a red wine passing off the coins to pay for the drink. Her eyes looked around at the patrons inside and found a few drunken perverts looking right at her with their jaws dropped like stupid apes. After a few minutes she received her wine and took a small sip, swishing the taste in her mouth and swallowing with a dissatisfied look.

She felt a sudden cold shock hit her on the shoulder, as if something was tapping her repeatedly in a harsh manner. She irritably shook off the feeling and her eyes widened to realize nothing was there. The hand returned to her shoulder and she quickly made a yawning motion and stretched outwards to prevent curious suspicion. Confident she wasn't being looked at completely she went to her drink rubbing the shaft of the wine glass. Did you find something darling? she thought dismissively looking at the room again.

She could feel the gentle hands of her lover touch her neck, and she let his hands guide her gaze as she looked over to the bar and saw something that made her shiver in excitement. Somebody had a very dark harbinger following them, but she leaned back taking a sip of her wine. She listened to her dark companion speak to her, and even though she never could understand the words, she always understood the gist of what he was trying to say. This time, he was as excited as a teenager looking at his first crush.

In all of her life since the age of eight she had been one with her darker ambitions, but never ever had he gotten this excited over a playmate. It was as if he was a horny school boy panting a drooling and Cassandra felt a spark of hatred fill her heart. She grew slightly jealous of whoever this was, and she walked towards the bar getting a closer look.

The dark harbinger of her playmate was in the shadowy silhouette of an angel, but that was about all Cassandra could see with the level of sensing she had. The angel sat in a bar stool, and her hand seemed to rest upon the shoulder of a young attractive boy. He was courting a pretty girl, obviously a teen who wanted to grow up far to fast, and she watched with a curious eye listening to him talk.

The boy was as smooth as water as his words flowed like liquid gold out of his mouth. Each sentence made the young adult he chatted with flutter and blush and he could thread each line into the next to create beautiful imagery. And as his mouth spoke the words, the angel creature seemed to grow more and more excited. Cassandra watched and listened, but felt the darkness inside her pine for something.

WHAT?!?! She thought miserably as she chastised her demented lover. His words bubbled up again, far faster than she could listen too, and she swigged her wine placing the glass on the table. Well if your so damn infatuated with his dark passenger why don't you go acquaint yourself with her. Cassandra seethed as she ground her teeth behind her smile to the bartender. She could feel a cold chilling touch stroking her mind, and she melted by his tenderness, letting her anger and jealously fade into nothingness.

Cassandra watched a bit more, and noticed that the more the girl refused to go back into the bedroom with it's companion, the more irritated the angel shadow became. This revelation suddenly made her dark companion grow with excitement again, and she realized that she wouldn't be able to sleep at all tonight unless she did something to satisfy her lover's urges. For whatever reason he wanted her to go on a hunt, and now.

She requested another two glasses of white wine with the bar tender and reached into her bag for a small vial. She looked at the contents and popped the top, smelling the concoction. After deeming it satisfactory she waited until she received the wine and poured it into the glass after nobody was looking. Then with a careful sigh she got up walking next to the man, glaring at the girl.

"Isn't your bedtime up, little one?" Cassandra said with mock sincerity. The girl turned to her, and was about to grow an attitude when a wave of dread washed past Cassandra from her dark companion. The girl felt this wave of uneasiness, and looked to the boy with a sorrowful glance before leaving the stool. Without missing a beat Cassandra sat upon the now vacant stool turning to her new plaything. "Hello," she said cheerfully dropping the glass in front of the man. "My name is Cassandra, and you would be?" She asked bluntly.

[Libis]

Libis' first reaction was to be extremely annoyed at the loss of his prey so late in the chase. However, then the message that his eyes were attempting to convey finally battered through to his consciousness. This newcomer was certainly a better catch than the girl who had just left. And she had approached him immediately on entering the tavern.

"The old charms must be working well tonight" He grinned to himself as he looked over the stranger who had just arrived. He had felt a strange sense of dread as she approached, almost as if it had been deliberate, sent to discourage the girl... He thought no more of it and accepted the proffered glass. Though he much preferred his Firewine, he was in no mood to refuse an offer - of anything - from this woman.

The woman was of obvious elven descent, her long blond hair rolling across her shoulders. She's very much an improvement on the average tavern wench at any rate thought Libis as he leaned back against the polished wood bar. Her blunt manner demeaned her a little, and that was a shame but, he reasoned, if he got his way she would be doing little talking anyway.

Raising the goblet of fermented liquid to his lips, he realised she had asked his name. He lowered the cup again and replaced it on the shiny wooden surface.

"I'm Libis, hunter and explorer." And seductor extraordinaire he mentally appended, giving a playful smile that hid his one crooked tooth. He again drew the glass of wine to his lips and tipped it back, taking only a small amount into his mouth with practised ease. He had learned long ago that delicacy was an easy way to impress one of a feminine bent.

The cool wine splashed down his throat, a refreshing change to the burning of the Dwarven beverage he had become used to. He looked up at the woman to thank her and felt a sudden change within him. He felt a charged rush flood through his bloodstream and arrive at his head as a raging torrent of hormones and emotions. He felt a strange compulsion overcome him as he looked at the elven beauty that was sitting in front of him. Every detail about her, from the alluring shadows at her neckline to the strands of her liquid golden hair screamed out to his being.

Looking helplessly around, he noticed his perception had changed. Every crack and crevice on the old wood of the tavern was illuminated and every detail noticeable. However, as he looked at other people they seemed to fade out and he could not keep interest in another human being for more than a few seconds. After about minute of this ambling gaze he turned back to the one who had enraptured him. She could hold his gaze and he wanted nothing more than to fall at her feet and do her bidding. Adopting a puppy-like countenance he waited for her next wondrous words.

[Requiem of Insanity]

Cassandra watched the love potion take root deep inside his cranium, his eyes dilating in the way they should be, his sudden desire to be utterly hers clear as day in the slack jawed state. Now for the final test to see if her latest batch was a success.

"Okay, my darling," She said eying him warily. "My throat feels parched, would you be a doll and buy me a drink?" The empty shell of the man hesitated, and she noticed the dark harbinger of her new experiment was slapping him over and over, trying to awaken his senses. She gave a wry smile of amusement, her Dark Companion howling in her ear with laughter as his hands rubbed her shoulders in a fatherly way.

Just before the drink was in front of her, she sniffed the air and flixked her hair, giving a pout. "But that's not going to satisfy my tastes. Don't you think I deserve better than that?" SHe said sweetly. The boy again hesitated, his hand gripping the cup, his eyes dropped from hers and for a moment he trembled as if fighting off some strange hold. Then, with a sudden sharp intake of breath he turned back to the bartender, and asked for another, different drink.

The angelic creature behind him was now clearly fuming, her shadow rippling with rage and frustration as the bloody mary drink slipped it's way over to her. She took the celery stick, and in a very suggestive manner began to lick off the juices and eat the stick, shaving off each top layer with her teeth. The man exploded with lust, his eyes and hands trembling in excitment as he leaned forward, his hands ready to grope, but she gave him a waring glance, and he stopped his movements dead in his own tracks.

"You do not get to touch me, little worm. Not yet, maybe not ever." The angel glared daggers into the eyes of the boy, and Cassandra's smile widened. "The point is my darling fool I have a game to play, and you shall be my pawn. Now say it for me, say you will be my good little pawn." she asked in a husky, seductive voice, her dark companion laughing the entire time.

[Libis]

Libis whole body was aflame, he could feel the fiery liquid coursing through his veins. He longed for the sweet caress of the smooth annd supple elven hands that accepted the bartender's drink. The familiar gnawing he felt when the Blood Angel's curse awoke within him writhed in his stomach. However this was different. The drink! His thoughts were racing even as his hands involuntarily raised to his captor's breast. She must have slipped something in it before she brought it over.

He had known something was odd about that woman, her shadow had been larger than it should have been for her size. She must have some kind of demon in her. Even as revulsion swept his body he felt some part of him feel yet more attraction than before. Maybe she was as he was, caught in the thrall of another force.

His body was now refusing to obey even the simplest instruction and he found himself staring, slack-jawed as she exited the tavern with her beautifuly timed and flowing movements. She turned a few heads and Libis was glad he retained enough control to quash the desire he felt erupting to attack each and every one of her stalkers.

He threw a few coins at the barkeeper before standing hurriedly, almost disembowlling another of the bar's patrons by sending his stool crashing to the floor. He moved towards the door, all thoughts of poise and grace forgotten in his single-minded quest to feel the silky-eyed woman around his own pale thighs. The part of his mind that remained his own felt a wash of embarrassment as he realized a fine sweat had beaded on his forehead at the thought of the honeyed toungue of the elven beauty he pursued.

His soul felt torn as the poison in his veins drove him to find the elf-girl and drove him wild with thoughts of her. Yet even as the potion took hold, the curse was worming its way through consciousness and driving him to simply take the first woman he encountered in the middle of the street. His physical being was now struggling to walk as his natural instincts took over and he stumbled before leaning on the wall underneath the creaking sign showing a disembowled head.

His breathing was hard, mirroring his bodily state, and he turned the heads of a few passers-by. He could feel an enraged presence, almost as if an angry sibling was peering over his shoulder. The turmoil was driving his conscious mind to madness and a tear of frustration escaped his eye. He was not accustomed to becoming the prey in someone else's hunt and he vowed that he would make that woman submit to him if it took until he found the Blood Angel who had laid the dammned curse on him first. His clear-headedness was dissipating and the mania resumed, his feet and blood pounding as the smooth cobbles flew beneath his feet. As he had when he hunted the majestic stags of his homeland, he would once again drive home a sharp point into his prey...

[Requiem of Insanity]

"How...interesting..." Cassandra watched as the angel and the boy fought with each other. It was as if the boy had no clue what was happening, but every time he tried to rationalize it the angel would punish him. "Seducing..." Cassandra realized. "She's making him go and try to sleep with something, anything..." Cassandra felt the dark attentions of her lover wrap his shadowy arms around her waist, and she laughed watching the two bicker.

"He has no clue she even exists." Cassandra laughed. Her dark companion whistled to the angel, who grew frustrated tearing at the boy some more. "You're even enjoying this. Aren't you?"

"Well look at that!" a voice entered from behind. Cassandra shot up turning to see the woman she dismissed earlier. Her eyes were full of fire and anger, and she held a small dagger in her hand.

"Oh god, I thought you were somebody worth my time." Cassandra sighed in relief. Her twisted lover laughed, relaxing on her as Cassandra folded her arms under his breast.

"Do you even got a clue who I am, you tramp?" the girl spoke, her icy tone clear as venom. Cassandra laughed, her hands lifting up and looking for imaginary dirt. "I'm the daughter of Rhianna Phoenix, you bitch!" Cassandra's eyes lit up, a look of shock as a twinge of a memory coming to mind.

"Did you say...Rhianna Phoenix, with red hair?" The girl nodded. Cassandra let out a dry heave of laughter, her body quaking as she shook with uncontrollable mirth and sadistic glee. "You don't get out much, do you?" She asked to her new playmate, her twisted companion howling as he floated over to the woman, destroying what little darkness she had with her. "You're just a dirty, half rated twit. God I bet she slept with Garth to have you." Cassandra murmured. "Are you alone, child?"

Rhianna Phoenix, a woman who was a very powerful crime lord, had fallen and died to Cassandra's twisted symphony, singing a solo for her Requiem. It was amazing that the woman never once spoke of a child, but then it did make sense. The child would have been a tool against her.

"I came alone because a bitch like you is just trash?" the girl asked. "And what do you mean she slept with Garth?"

"Oh, good then, that makes this simply marvelous. As for your mother, I killed her a week ago. Garth too. And now that I know you have a darker side, I am curious to see just what twisted regrets you have in this world..." Cassandra said lifting her hand up, pointing to her. "Devour her darkness my love," The girl turned to the side, seeing nothing, but Cassandra could see her dark companion tearing limb from limb a pitiful small child, both shadow in nature.

"What's going on? Why do I feel so cold?" Cassandra let her fear wash over her and she charged forward, caught up in the moment. Her arms slid easily into the sleeper hold, and the woman tried to scream, but Cassandra held her mouth shut. Silent muffles of anguish and terror moved over her as her eyes fluttered before rolling closed.

"Excellent my love..." Cassandra cooed as she began to drag the body to the nearest hostel. "Just...Excellent." She said formulating a plan.

[Libis]

The vision that hung before his eyes drove him on. Libis could see the elven woman, her flowing, creamy-skinned form just out of his reach. He could barely walk, a combination of fatigue and blood deprivation in his brain, as it was rerouted to more demanding parts of his anatomy, draining his strength. The writhing beast in his gut was threatening to consume him entirely as it fought the viscious concoction that surged through his bloodstream.

His mind reeled every time he took a step as the two forces fought for control. One thing was certain though, his libido was reaching breaking point. His eyes rolled this way and that, frantically seeking a target for his frustrations. A slender man passed along the road and although the image that fleetingly graced his imagination seemed to excite the curse's form, neither his consciousness nor the poison's drive allowed him to dwell on it. Although there were many women in the vicinity they all faded out of his sight as he looked at them and dismissed each in turn.

Once again the poison's hold was apparent as it flung up an image of the golden-haired beauty that had drugged him. However, for now at least, the shear force of the angel's will was driving him to drag the nearest female creature into a back alley and knock all the sense from her mind as she screamed in pleasure. Fixated on this desire, he tapped one of the women on the shoulder. To her eternal credit she did not flee his crazed visage until he started speaking. The sound he uttered would have scared a warrior, a wild, primitive bark as he grabbed the rear of the woman's dress. She screamed and tore free of the garment, struggling and stumbling, a look of pure fear in her hazel eyes.

Libis felt a primeval joy at the chase though he knew if he saw the elf he would lose all interest in this fresh prey. Tension mounted in his chest as he bounded along the straight flagstone street, ignoring the shouts from passersbys. He knew how the wolves of the forest felt as they bore down on their prey, he longed to rip her free of the rest of her clothing, feel her struggling body beneath him before she felt his sweet release...

[Requiem of Insanity]

"You're probably wondering why you are here," a calm, sweet voice from the shadows whispered audibly. Eyes fluttered open as the woman on the table looked around, trying her best to make heads or tails of the situation at hand. A breeze came from the room, and she felt a cold win hit across her chest, making her nipples pop upwards. She realized she was naked and chained to a four post head. A few tests of her constraints allowed her to realize she wasn't going to be going anywhere soon.

"Who is there?" She called out. A primal power infiltrated the air, hovering around her and looking downwards, seeing as if looking into her soul before it flew down and laughed in her right ear, making her feel unnerved as she shivered in fear.

"Come now," the voice responded, her sweet tone like honey as it oozed with devilish intent. "You can't be serious to have forgotten little 'ol me?" Her brain wracked with ideas of who it could be, but the last ting she could remember was some psycho woman in a bar, and then...

"You're that bitch from before!" She exclaimed, realizing the danger she was getting into. The woman walked from the shadows, laughing a school girl's giggle as she looked down into her eyes. Her hazel eyes glinted in the moonlight, the only source of light in the room, and her teeth looked dazzling as she lifted a single, small cutting knife to her lower lip like one would seduce her finger to her mouth to arouse her companion.

"I am so happy you remembered me." She genuinely said. Leaning down she looked to the woman's body, touching the curves of her hip with the tip of her blade as it shallowly dug into her flesh, a thin red line dripping down her body.

"What the hell is going on!" the woman bellowed. "Somebody help me!" she screamed, hoping somebody would notice her cries. The darkness howled in mirth as the woman joined him, her chest heaving at her attempts to save herself.

"What a feeble cry of fear." She mused, as if talking to someone else in the room. "This is a room in the rundown hostel, just a few moments away from the village town. Only a ten minutes walk." her eyes glinted in the moonlight. " Just far enough so nobody can hear you scream." the woman cried out again and again, making the captor laugh with sadistic glee. After a moment she stopped crying out for help, and her eyes settled upon the woman in the black suit.

"Who are you?" She spat, tears brimming her face. "What's your name! I want to know who you are in the afterlife so that when my mother-"

"Your mother is dead, idiot child." She cut her off, raising her hand in silence. The girl upon the bed looked to her, eyes wide in shock at the news. "Wipe off that stupid look on your face!" she ordered. "I already told you that I killed her a week ago! Her neanderthal bodyguard Garth as well." She added in, smiling a devilish grin as she looked down on her prey.

"What...why, why are you doing this to me! Who sent you?" The woman lifted a single finger to hush her, as she brought it to her lips. The girl obeyed, her mind unable to comprehend the danger she was getting herself into.

"I was sent to kill her by my own degenerate ambitions, the twisted desires inside that create my darling dark companion. He watches over me, sees me offer up cries of remorse and agony that I weave into a beautiful Requiem all for his loving attentions." She took her blade, and slowly began to cut tiny, precise pricks around the edge of her nipples. The girl cringed in pain, her teeth seething as she tried to break free.

"Your-"

"Bat shit insane, a psychotic bitch, the daughter of a whore, a deluded delinquent, yes yes I heard them all before," she chided. "When will any of my playmates learn that I am just simply...creative?" she offered as she moved down to the vaginal opening of her prey.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she groaned. "What sick twisted form of torture is this?" she asked, her eyes pleading for mercy. Her captor looked to her and then shook her head in dissapointment.

"You failed to stave off my boredom, child. You don't have enough darkness to sate my dark desire's attentions. So instead you'll just be a willing pawn in my experiment I am currently preforming. The man you were about to sleep with tonight has a special twisted darkness of his own. One I am studying myself. I want to see how far he can go under my spell, and what his breaking point is."

A lone man stalked out of the shadows, behind the captor with his head bowed in supplication. The woman turned to him, looking him up and down and then pointing to the shadows. "I want you to find him, and find him quickly! God only knows how much time we have left..." she muttered. "Use my new bottle and take the handkerchief with you. That should make any reservations he has about coming meaningless." The man nodded once and turned on his heels, his boots echoing off the soft wooden floor. The woman turned back to the man, her eyes flashing in intent.

"Now to carve you up so each moment of passion is an eternity of agony..." she said lowering her knife back down upon her, cutting into her soft flesh on the inside of her vaginal cavity.

The girl's screams were endless.

[Libis]

Libis awoke. His throat was raw, as was his lust. His head pounded as he struggled to his feet. He looked around and saw he was in what appeared to be a cell, blackened stones and dank mould covering the walls. The shock that his system was ssuffering from the warring forces within and now the addition of whatever had knocked him out had rendered him nearly senseless. His head span and he leaned heavily on a wall. A hole was present at waist height, from the peg of a set of shackles or some similar thing. The confusion in his mind cleared enough to allow him to formulate an idea.

Reaching into the waistband of his trousers, his hand encircled what was contained within. Releasing his belt some, he pushed his hips towards the hole, seeking entrance to finally relieve his twisted desires. If he could convince his mind it was a woman before him, he might be able to satisfy the curse's hold for a while.

A woman screamed somewhere behind him, an eery sound echoing through the granite hallways. The thought of a flesh and blood girl drove all thoughts of masturbation from his mind and he moved in direction of the sound, seekig its source. His footsteps echoed ominously along the floor and his heart thudded in his chest, though it was not the only throbbing organ upon his person.

A room opened in front of him and he saw lying upon it a woman. Her breasts rose from her body, smooth and ivory coloured, the pointed nipples like dagger tips. She was chained in a spreadeagled position, legs held apart and in full view. All possible hold that the elf's poison had left vanished at this sight and Libis felt an icy grip on his heart. Now the moment had arrived he wanted to savour it.

He walked forward and round to the woman's head. It lolled to one-side and he feared for a moment she might be dead. Not from any kind of compassion, but an honest fear that the curse might retain its hold for even longer. however, he placed a hand upon her chest and felt the fluttering in her warm ribcage. He climbed onto the bed,sitting astride her neck, trousers hanging loosely around his knees. He leaned down and felt her breath tingle on the tip of his nose. He leaned further and brushed his lips against hers and then pushed into her mouth and clamped his jaws shut.

He tasted a salty liquid as her tongue erupted in his teeth. Her eyes shot open and horror filled her features as what little blood was left in her face drained out. She tried to call out but her tongue was useless and Libis thrust into her open mouth, her attempts to bite him only causing to become harder, choking her. Eventually he withdrew and she spluttered and coughed blood over his thighs. The warm liquid fueled him even more and he tore himself free of his garments, save his shirt, which he retained and even as she loathed him he was a beguiling beauty in her eyes.

He grabbed the womans left breast and kneaded it violently, causing her to cringe and flinch away fom him. He scratched her chest until she bled, the knife marks around her nipples like fire as she fought ad writhed in his grasp. As he thrust into her body, he could feel the flesh tearing and bleeding on him and he loved it. The tension that had been mounting since the elf's drink rose through him and spilled out as he ejaculated. She screamed as the salty liquid mingled with her wounds and he laughed, hysterically, completely in the hold of the Blood Angel's Curse.