Chapter 1 - A Fat
I couldn't help but smile as
I hovered from above keeping an eye on my chosen meal
below. My stare was firm, with my eyes dilated, as I
dared not blink. My hunger teased me, begging me to
make my attack, but kills needed both care and
patience. I moistened my mouth at the ready, making
sure my fangs were well lubricated before licking my
lips imagining the taste of the warm fresh blood I
was about to feast upon.
The vast crowd below had
already dispersed in panic knowing they were being
hunted from above, but the majority need not fear,
for I had already selected my target. A raggedy man
hobbled on his feet trying to run but unable due to
his large fat frame. I was already salivating as I
circled overhead, toying with him, wondering which
direction he would attempt to take next. He was
growing increasingly exhausted while trying to get
away on his shaky legs but there was no way his unfit
body could out manoeuvre a healthy vampire like me in
"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" I
let out an exaggerated cackle as I zigzagged above
his head causing him to change direction, taunting
him in an ever increasing state of terror.
Swiftly I flew down, not for
the attack but just to toy with him, kicking him flat
on his face whilst laughing ecstatically. He tried to
lift himself but was too exhausted to raise his
swollen body, instead having to roll from side to
side like an upturned tortoise. I couldn't help but
stare with pleasure as a wide grin grew across my
He was pathetic, an absurd
buffoon, if he had been a horse he'd have been sent
to the knacker's yard long ago. He was my ideal prey,
feeble and fat, with lots of warm precious blood
pumping through his veins. My tummy ached further
with hungry anticipation yet I still felt the urge to
play with my meal for a while longer. Unlike other
vampires I preferred my prey to give up and welcome
death rather than a long drawn out struggle where I
could potentially get hurt.
Circling above him like a
vulture I swiftly flew down, hovering above while he
cowered in a ball daring not to set eyes upon me, his
shiny bald head glistening in the dim winter sunlight.
Opening up my wings revealing
my full naked body I released the tension in my
bladder, urinating down from above, with the stench
of my previous liquid meal raining onto the man's
head, down his back and soaking his ragged clothing.
He couldn't see what was happening but he sure felt
it as he crawled away practically dragging his
exhausted legs behind him.
I was losing height due to my
position so swiftly dropped to the ground,
intentionally landing very near his head, only just
avoiding the chance of crushing his skull. He froze
to the spot looking at my the blue veins within my
feet. Clenching my toes, letting my terrified victim
get a good look at my talon-like nails I taunted him
further. He knew exactly what I was and what awaited
"Ha, ha, ha, hahaha!"
I let out another overly exaggerated laugh before
leaning forward and tilting my head letting my victim
get a good view of my fangs within my wide grin.
The cold air revealed the
warm vapour of my breath that carried the smell of
blood from my previous meals. Soon that stale odour
would be replaced by something far more fresh.
"Spare me!" The man
pleaded cowering at my feet practically pressing his
unshaven cheek against my ankle, "I beg of thee,
please spare my life. I have a family."
I couldn't tell if he
mentioned his family to prove his life had importance
or whether he wanted me to take one of them in
exchange. Whatever the case his fate was already
sealed and there was no going back.
Placing my arms behind my
body I leant forward with a straight back as to still
appear dominant whilst bending. My magnificent wings
in full bloom behind me occasionally flapped of their
"Don't resist and I'll
make this quick," I said softly albeit with a
His cheeks were flushed and
his eyes filled with dread as we exchanged glances
for the merest of moments before he continued to
stare at the ground in front of my feet. His breath
felt warm against my sensitive skin.
"I beg thee, I beg, I, I...
beg," he mumbled trying to force out his words
before sobbing pathetically.
With all my concentration
focused upon my victim I had neglected to take in my
surroundings and was genuinely startled as I heard
footsteps hurrying in my direction. As I turned I was
surprised to see an adolescent boy, a pitchfork in
hand, trying his best to intimidate me. His face
showed fear while his eyes were illuminated with rage.
I wondered as to his intentions and if he was going
to plead for the man's life.
"Leave my daddy alone!"
He screeched at the top of his voice.
There was no time to respond,
no time to threaten or taunt the boy, not even time
to grab my prey and fly, for I was already upon the
ground with the pitchfork protruding from my lower
abdomen practically within my groin. The shock of
such a predicament far outweighed the pain and for
the first time in my life I screamed with fear.
The boy darted towards his
father then back at me, torn with indecision, before
kicking me repeatedly in the face. Raising my hands
to block his blows I then felt the pitchfork slide
deeper into my belly then begin to wriggle as someone
attempted to retrieve it once more. My insides were
being ripped to shreds. An unmistakable taste then
filled my mouth as warm liquid formed within my
gullet and passed its way out as bloody vomit.
There were cheers intermixed
within overlapping sounds of panic. In my peripheral
vision I could see a multitude of villagers rushing
in my direction holding pickaxes, more pitchforks and
the like, intent on fighting back, intent on
murdering me. How could the situation have changed so
drastically? I thought to myself whilst not truly
believing what was happening to me. It had only been
moments ago that I was about to feast upon my meal.
My body began to feel numb as
I stared up at the sky. The parting clouds allowed
more of the winter sunshine to beam down as though
the weather itself was joining the attack. My already
sensitive skin felt tender as my body quickly warmed.
Within my position resting upon my back I couldn't
even use my wings to shade myself.
It was a surreal moment to
witness with the boy continuing to kick and kick at
my body, with joyful bloodlust plastered upon his
young face, and his worn leather boots encrusted with
my blood. In many ways he reminded me of my own kind,
enjoying the act of killing.
There was then a sharp pain
deep within my body, as though my backbone itself was
being pierced by the prongs of the pitchfork that
still protruded from my belly. My victim was plunging
it further leaning his ample weight against it
getting his revenge. I wondered as to his reaction if
I begged clemency.
I was not long for this world
and I contemplated giving up the struggle as I
continued to lay back, staring at the parting clouds
above, in a pool of my own blood. It won't be long, I
consoled myself, the pain will soon be at an end.
Just endure a little longer.
The boy changed his attack
and ceased kicking my body only to then kick my face
once more. His heavy leather boot hit against my
mouth causing the sound of a loud crack as one of my
precious fangs dislodged. I wasn't prepared to allow
that and decided to end this nightmare once and for
all, for damaging a vampire's teeth was beyond the
Within a flash I jumped to my
feet, grabbing the boy, lifting him from the ground
and instantly snapping his neck in two before
throwing his lifeless body at his father's feet. I
then broke the handle of the pitchfork, leaving its
metal head imbedded within my abdomen, throwing the
handle down with defiance.
Everything appeared to spin
around while I stared at the villagers who were
running in every direction, shouting and screaming
their rage. They were no longer intimidated by me
with their anger far stronger than their fear. Then
gentle warmth of the winter sun tingled my tender
skin causing my entire body to writhe in pain.
Blood was also haemorrhaging
from my belly which was distressing for a vampire.
Blood was a form of nourishment, a form of food, its
shiny red velvet texture filled my mind with hunger,
but to see it pouring from my own body was filling my
thoughts with conflicting emotions. I was disoriented,
I needed to get away.
Flying up into the air as
fast as my powerful wings could take me I flew into
the direction of the forest and the safety of the
trees. I had lost my meal and a lot of my own blood
in the process but most of all I had lost the respect
of fear from the villagers. Successful hunts in the
future from that location were unlikely.
Chapter 2 - Despair
The rain poured down while
the bare winter trees offered no protection against
the elements. I precariously balanced myself on one
thick branch while trying to lean against another
behind me, but I still oozed blood from my abdomen
while my tummy ached with hunger teased by the sight
of the delicious warm red liquid. I only wished I had
been capable of consuming my own blood but alas
vampire blood was inedible even if it was only to be
a temporary measure to stem the feeling of hunger.
The metal remains of the
pitchfork still protruded from my body but I knew to
remove it would only cause more damage, but leaving
it in place wasn't an option either as each prong
jabbed at my insides with even the slightest movement
of my body.
"Urgh, ahh, grrr!"
I moaned letting out my emotions of pain, frustration
Closing my eyes I focused my
attention on controlling the pain within my belly.
The sun was no longer shining at least but my
delicate skin was already burnt and throbbed like a
thousand bee stings. Shedding my skin wasn't a
problem but I was certain I wouldn't have the
"Ohh, ohh," I
whimpered like a frightened puppy.
I could feel my dislodged
fang pushing against my cheek while I gritted my
teeth in agonising pain. How could have I let a
pathetic child inflict such damage upon my body? Why
did I allow pathetic feeble human beings get the
better of me? Why did I hunt within daylight?
Questions span around my head. I had grown too cocky
over the years, taunting my victims instead of going
directly for the kill. It was my own arrogance that
had caused my current predicament, my own stupidity.
I cursed out loud swearing at myself.
I wasn't long for this world
and knew it. My wet naked burnt skin formed a glossy
reflection within the dim light of the day as the
rain continued to pour in an everlasting cold shower.
My blue veins were beginning to lighten due to blood
loss while the forest floor below me oozed red with
the tree trunk saturated. The rain intermixed with
the red puddles making them larger causing an ever
increasing gruesome sight. Even my magnificent
powerful wings had grown a weary and limp offering no
protection against the cold and I wasn't sure if I
could even make another attempt on single flight. The
branch upon which I perched was likely to be my final
resting place, I only wished I had time to find a
location more pleasing.
With my eyes still firmly
closed I awaited the inevitable as blood continued to
haemorrhage from between the prongs of the pitchfork
in my lower abdomen. It was only when I dared to open
my eyes and look down between my legs that I noticed
an implement protruding from my orifice. I leant
forward for a better view, touching the object poking
out of me, and discovered it was a piece of blood
stained leather. The boy must have kicked my feminine
purse, with his heavy boot scraping its rough
material against my insides in the process, no doubt
as some kind of degenerate sexual act against me. I
tugged at the material ever so slightly testing to
see how imbedded it was. It appeared to dislodge a
little so taking a deep breath first I pulled it out
in one swift action.
"Argh!" I howled
causing the forest to echo my cry before leaning
forward and vomiting saliva laced with my own blood.
The sound of distant birds
flew out of the trees in fear. This wasn't the way I
expected my life to end. I sought dignity not this
painful and humiliating defeat to such a clumsy hunt.
The only comfort was that I wasn't witnessed by
others of my kind, but news would likely spread from
village gossip and once the villagers discovered my
remains they'd likely desecrate my body by parading
it like some kind of trophy.
Positioning myself on all
fours, imbedding my talon-like nails into the wide
branch, I tried to balance myself in the hope I would
soon pass away before the eventual falling to the
ground. Vampire flesh was poison to wild animals so I'd
likely decompose gradually, but even a skeleton
possessed fangs and bony wings so my remains would
still be recognised.
Focusing my mind I tried to
will my own demise telling myself it was time to pass.
It wasn't long before I felt my body go limp and my
mind drift away. I was pleased.
Chapter 3 - Icicle
Vapour wafted from my mouth
as I remained on all fours, with hunched shoulders,
using my limp wings as a makeshift blanket. The thick
branch of the oak tree was more than stable and
easily took my weight, it was just a matter of
keeping balance. I was annoyed as it dawned on me
that I had awoken from nothing more than a very brief
sleep causing me to curse my vampiric body for
fighting the inevitable. It was at times like those
that I wished vampires, and other living things for
that matter, had an off switch.
The rain had stopped, the
forest silent, while I shivered atop the tree in a
temperature vastly below anything I had experienced
before. I wondered if I was being punished by fate
for past indiscretions. I couldn't help what species
I was, it was a curse of birth, but maybe I enjoyed
the act of feeding far more than was natural.
"I'm sorry!" I
screamed out into the forest.
I wasn't sure what I was
saying. There was no reason to say that word. I didn't
even know who I was directing the words at or what I
was sorry for. Perhaps if I felt remorse I would be
spared this indignity but I didn't feel sorry for my
victims at all. I only felt sorry for myself.
I was now suffering a new
pain on top of my other pains. The biting cold
compressed against my bare skin as though tearing
inside trying to gnaw at my bones beneath. A film of
ice had coated my skin yet the mere action of trying
to wipe it away filled my mind with dread as
attempting to move would cause more discomfort. There
was also the fact that I didn't want the ice removed
as it would only tease my body into clinging onto
life just a little longer which I desperately no
Whilst as still as possible I
focused all my will on preventing my body from
shivering and to allow the full biting cold to
penetrate further. I was even tempted to raise my
wings but didn't want to risk breaking the surface of
the ice coating. I stared out, at the bare canopy
overlooking the forest, eyes and mouth fully open,
taking deep breaths, waiting patiently. Nature sorted
the weak from the strong during winter and I was
allowing her to take me, begging her in fact, I just
wished she wasn't taking so long.
My head nodded as I grew
increasingly tired. Nightfall was soon to approach as
the dim winter sun sank over the treeline. I could
hear distant animals stir in the forest and the
occasional scamper as they sniffed vampiric blood
within the air.
The film of ice on my skin
grew thicker, crystallising around my naked body,
squeezing my breasts and stemming the flow of blood
that still dripped from my abdomen. The cocoon of ice
shielded me from the snow that began to gently fall,
settling upon my body, if only to aid my comfort a
little. My insides grew accustomed to the surrounding
temperature allowing me not to feel the biting cold,
while the ice itself formed a seal between my body
and the tree branch on which I knelt making it
impossible to fall.
I forced closed my eyes,
leaving trails of icicle tears, willing myself to
sleep, hoping from which I would never wake. My fate
Chapter 4 - Another
A dreary feeling of
grogginess filled my tired head as I hobbled to my
feet stretching out my arms and wings. The slight
ache within my tight muscles and back needed to be
stretched away before I could continue with my day.
Letting out a yawn I looked around at the lush forest
of blossom while the birds sang a happy song. I
smiled brightly, something deep inside my
subconscious told me all was right with the world,
and my future was to be a happy one.
It was only when I looked
down at my body, particularly the pitchfork prongs
still protruding from my abdomen, that I remembered
the horrors of what had taken place. I shook myself
wondering if I was dreaming and took a few moments to
realise I wasn't. I had survived and hibernated the
entire winter. The fates had taken pity upon me after
Looking down at the forest
floor that was previously coated with my blood I saw
a series of blooming spring flowers including sprigs
of upcoming crocuses. The thought of life feeding
from my blood gave me a warm feeling within my body.
Thinking of blood reminded me of my hunger and it was
time to hunt once more, however this time I intended
to do nothing but consume my meal and to not toy with