Back In Black
Jan 31, 2004 3:25:20 GMT
Post by sanity on Jan 31, 2004 3:25:20 GMT
The brightly lit moon in the sky above, ever so slowly becomes non-existent as a dark cloud covering of thunder and rain comes to pass. The downpour grows heavy, washing the discarded chip packages, beer cans and cigarette buds down the nearest drainpipe, only to end up polluting the ocean a little more. An old hobo lying drunk on a park bench pulls a piece of dampened up old cardboard over his face to shield himself from the onslaught of pelting water. Figures of all stature begin to seek solitude in bars and clubs from the dreary clouds above as a long stature walks silently amongst the ever-growing shadows… waiting… stalking…<br>
A neon glow glimmers in the many puddles that now plague the streets of the rain soaked city. “The Raven’s Sanctuary” shines bright in contrast to the rest of the street, inviting all types of strange figures to enter its doors. The abundance of black hair, black leather and black makeup on white faces only confirms the fact this place is defiantly not friendly toward the normal pop-princesses and local jocks that normal fill clubs. From within the walls, the sound of heavy riffs, smashing drums and vocals that resemble the strangling of a cat, escape the sanctuary to infect those people within a radius of at least 100 meters outside the club.
The doors of the club split open, letting out a burst of music that echoes and pounds through out the street at a level that would match that of the rolling thunder in the sky. Out of the club steps two figures. The larger of the two is a lanky man that resembles a toothpick, wearing a pair of skin-tight black jeans and black leather biker boots and a spiked red Mohawk. His bare chest is a lame attempt to show off his nipple rings and many tattoos. The second is a girl, no older than 17 with short cut blond hair, black lipstick and eyeliner. The black leather corset and skin-tight pants hugs her voluptuous figure perfectly. The long coat she also wore would be great cover in this type of whether. With the lanky man hanging off her, as he does not seem fit to walk by himself, the two stumble down the concrete path, as they try to catch a cab. With no taxis, not even a single car in sight, the two begin the journey home on foot. Too bad they will never make it past the next hundred meters… for what lurks in the dark has other plans for these two.
Staggering into a near-by park, the two become hidden within the shadows of the clouds above. Tripping on a fallen thick tree branch, the toothpick falls to his knees and hands, almost dragging the young woman with him. With too much motion, a green chunky spew blows out of the man’s mouth onto the ground, probably killing the grass the instant it came in contact with the earth. However the instant the man tripped, Sanity had leaped from the bushes onto the woman’s back, digging her now long canine teeth into the woman’s neck. Blood started to gush out of the jugular vain as Sanity placed her hand on the woman’s mouth before she could scream and her own mouth on the open neck. With one long draw, Sanity sucked the woman dry of all of her body’s blood, leaving only a very pale skinned corps.
Dropping the body to the ground, with blood dripping from her mouth down her chin and neck, Sanity then turn to the still hurling toothpick. Standing over his kneeling body, Sanity jerked the man’s head up by his Mohawk. As he let out a whimpering cry, Sanity reached down with her free hand to his long neck, piercing the skin and muscle with her fingernails, then with smooth pull, ripped his throat clean from his body. Blood poured out of his open wound, mixing with the chunky puke that had just recently been hurled up. Letting his hair go, his face landed directly in the green and now red up chuck that stained the ground. While only making gargling noises in an attempt to scream, he tried to gather the energy to stand and probably run. However with all the blood lose, he could only manage to crawl a few feet until dieing in a bloody pile of his own vomit. Taking a deep breath in, Sanity felt her energy being replenished. The youthful blood had a very strong effect on her. Taking a few deep breaths as her power was returning to normal, Sanity realised that the woman’s body would have been about the same size as her own…<br>
The girl’s dead body now lying naked in the middle of the park, Sanity looked quite erotic in her new leather outfit. Her long raven black hair and long leather coat swayed in unison in the strong winds as her corset, pants and boots hugged her skin tightly. After vaporising the two victims into nothing but ash, which was blow away with the wind, Sanity is ready to start a new rain of terror…
A neon glow glimmers in the many puddles that now plague the streets of the rain soaked city. “The Raven’s Sanctuary” shines bright in contrast to the rest of the street, inviting all types of strange figures to enter its doors. The abundance of black hair, black leather and black makeup on white faces only confirms the fact this place is defiantly not friendly toward the normal pop-princesses and local jocks that normal fill clubs. From within the walls, the sound of heavy riffs, smashing drums and vocals that resemble the strangling of a cat, escape the sanctuary to infect those people within a radius of at least 100 meters outside the club.
The doors of the club split open, letting out a burst of music that echoes and pounds through out the street at a level that would match that of the rolling thunder in the sky. Out of the club steps two figures. The larger of the two is a lanky man that resembles a toothpick, wearing a pair of skin-tight black jeans and black leather biker boots and a spiked red Mohawk. His bare chest is a lame attempt to show off his nipple rings and many tattoos. The second is a girl, no older than 17 with short cut blond hair, black lipstick and eyeliner. The black leather corset and skin-tight pants hugs her voluptuous figure perfectly. The long coat she also wore would be great cover in this type of whether. With the lanky man hanging off her, as he does not seem fit to walk by himself, the two stumble down the concrete path, as they try to catch a cab. With no taxis, not even a single car in sight, the two begin the journey home on foot. Too bad they will never make it past the next hundred meters… for what lurks in the dark has other plans for these two.
Staggering into a near-by park, the two become hidden within the shadows of the clouds above. Tripping on a fallen thick tree branch, the toothpick falls to his knees and hands, almost dragging the young woman with him. With too much motion, a green chunky spew blows out of the man’s mouth onto the ground, probably killing the grass the instant it came in contact with the earth. However the instant the man tripped, Sanity had leaped from the bushes onto the woman’s back, digging her now long canine teeth into the woman’s neck. Blood started to gush out of the jugular vain as Sanity placed her hand on the woman’s mouth before she could scream and her own mouth on the open neck. With one long draw, Sanity sucked the woman dry of all of her body’s blood, leaving only a very pale skinned corps.
Dropping the body to the ground, with blood dripping from her mouth down her chin and neck, Sanity then turn to the still hurling toothpick. Standing over his kneeling body, Sanity jerked the man’s head up by his Mohawk. As he let out a whimpering cry, Sanity reached down with her free hand to his long neck, piercing the skin and muscle with her fingernails, then with smooth pull, ripped his throat clean from his body. Blood poured out of his open wound, mixing with the chunky puke that had just recently been hurled up. Letting his hair go, his face landed directly in the green and now red up chuck that stained the ground. While only making gargling noises in an attempt to scream, he tried to gather the energy to stand and probably run. However with all the blood lose, he could only manage to crawl a few feet until dieing in a bloody pile of his own vomit. Taking a deep breath in, Sanity felt her energy being replenished. The youthful blood had a very strong effect on her. Taking a few deep breaths as her power was returning to normal, Sanity realised that the woman’s body would have been about the same size as her own…<br>
The girl’s dead body now lying naked in the middle of the park, Sanity looked quite erotic in her new leather outfit. Her long raven black hair and long leather coat swayed in unison in the strong winds as her corset, pants and boots hugged her skin tightly. After vaporising the two victims into nothing but ash, which was blow away with the wind, Sanity is ready to start a new rain of terror…