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Dance Within The Darkness-Chapter Two
17:17 Apr 28 2011
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Her emerald eyes glistened as she heard the girl speak, her voice soft, as if a whisper, and yet almost

giddy with the torrid story she was telling. It wasn't as if Annaliese hadn't been here before. There were

many times in her young life when such stories were uttered into her ears, almost in a silent attempt to

facilitate a longing in the beautiful yet petite blond woman's loins. It was usually the same old "first

time" scenario, but Annaliese managed to pretend to feign an almost fascinated look, smile and statement.

It was at times such as these, she wished she could just do what she had set out to do on that evening, and

simply skip the useless chatter which seemed to prequel what was about to happen.



The brunette sitting aside her was young..a college student. Anna guessed no older than perhaps twenty one.

Her torrid tale of her first bi sexual experience was something which Annaliese knew was meant to tantalize her

and perhaps coax the beautiful heiress into sharing a similar experience with the chestnut haired woman, who claimed to be

named Susan. Such a bland name for such an enticing creature, Anna thought. Yet again, her nickname wasn't all that

uncommon in and of itself..Anna, short for Annaliese. She picked up her drink, a frothy pink daiquiri and proceeded

to nod and smile, as if on cue. She could tell the young co ed was warming up to her. This was never an issue for Anna,

whether it be male or female. Cherubic in nature and petite in stature, although very well endowed, she seemed to

have an endless fountain of willing humans whom would follow her upon any escapade she deemed fit. It was her gift,

her brother had always said. But behind that angelic mask..Something much much more sinister lurked.



Not that the cute little Susan would have noticed. She was too busy admiring Anna in her tight and ill fitting leather mini skirt

and pink halter top. She never wore a bra when she went to the clubs that dotted the seedy streets of Detroit, but this only

seemed to lure more to her. She was proud of her sexuality, and more than comfortable in showing it off. It made her task,,,

So much easier. As she flipped her blond hair to one side of her face, she smiled, sliding her perfect pink tongue over crimson tinted lips as she allowed her eyes to say the words her lips had yet to speak. The brunette Susan didn't miss a cue, and upon seeing this look, took Anna's small hand in her own, leading her through the over strewn club, as if guiding her threw a mass

of moronic and robotic beings who simply swayed back and forth to the horrid music. The further they got from the dance floor and closer to the exit, Anna began to relax. The club was easy pickings for someone like she, although she detested the mundane atmosphere.



Their heels clicked collectively down the pavement as Anna let the girl guide her. As long as it was dark and secluded, Anna

would be happy as a clam. Her goal this night was not exactly to please this woman. But she would never realize that..not until it was way too late. Annaliese considered herself much like a cobra..She could wrap her little body, tempting as it was around anyone and for the most part, they enjoyed it..But when she struck, lethal and dripping with venom..Well, that was usually

when she seen the shock, the fear and heard the gasps of death, which were like music to her ears. Susan though, at this moment, was more enraptured in the idea of peeling Anna's clothing from her pale skin and dinning on what delicacies laid beneath. Annaliese, however, had performed this same song and dance many times..and she knew how it would all end. While she might have appeared timid in nature, the sensual blond was anything but.



Susan had pulled her into the park and an immediate smile curled up upon Anna's full and soft lips. Dark..secluded..no other human in sight..perfect. Susan seemed to have a spot picked out already, as they wound their way through a small off the beaten track bike trail. Detroit was a a dangerous city, especially at night, and especially for two young women, who definitely seemed

harmless enough. But Anna showed no signs of concern, and neither did Susan. Annaliese had known for quite awhile that the appetites of a female at times could far outweigh even those of their male counterparts. Once they reached a thicket of bushes and were cloaked in the shadows of the moon kissed night, Anna gripped the girl's hand in her own, stopping her in her quickly paced tracks. This was as good a place as any..and if there was anything Anna knew, it was strike when the coals were hot.



She pulled the beautiful brunette to her, clinging to her tightly, as one hand rose up Susan's back and entwined within her long tendrils of copper tinted hair. With a slight bit of force, she craned the female's neck backwards and placed a hungry kiss upon her lips. The slight moan which fell from the beautiful Susan made Anna almost overly excited....This could be much more than some simple kill..This could be a work of art..a masterpiece the Detroit police department would never forget, once little Susan was found. Anna slowly pushed her tongue within the female's mouth to which she responded by wrapping her resplendent lips around, softly prodding back against the pink muscle Anna offered her. The blond slowly made her way up the side of the girl's leg, her nails scathing soft white lines up the flesh. The girl arched her leg, resting it against Annaliese as she cooed with appreciation. Annaliese liked the girl's outfit..She sure as hell wasn't gonna let it be soiled by all the blood the female would spill.



The female whom now clung to Anna so desperately had believed she herself would take charge of the situation..Annaliese had

no intention of allowing that to happen whatsoever. She was a strong willed girl..had been since a young age. But even all that strong will could not save her from whom she was..or what she would become. She slowly slid the skirt from the girl, her hands as nimble as any seamstress could ever hope to be. Susan seemed more than compliant..She seemed downright submissive, which delighted Anna to no degree. She always enjoyed having the upper hand, knowing she was the one whom controlled all events

surrounding her. As Anna pulled her lips from the girl, slightly biting at Susan's lower lip in doing so, a small and mischievous smirk colored her own. She slid the skirt to the girls ankles and then pulled it from her feet, tossing it a distance from where they stood. She then slowly kissed, allowing her soft petal like lips to drag up the young woman's inner thigh slowly, teasing her. Anna's bag laid at her feet...She never went anywhere without "the bag".



The small moans which had previously filtered from Susan had now become full grown gasps of desire, as she ran her spindly fingers through Annaliese's almost platinum blond hair. Anna allowed her hands to take the other female by the waist, gripping her tightly. As if on demand, the college girl began unfastening her black velvet corset, letting it drop beside her. Anna kicked it away, again...She was gonna wear that home and she would be damned if it bore any trace of what she was about to do. She licked her lips slowly, allowing her jade green eyes to look up at the beauty before her..Such a shame...She was indeed a sight. But Annaliese had learned long ago that attachments never served any real purpose. Still, it was a shame to know in the back of her mind what she would do..What she must do...to appease herself..and her family's name. The girl stood silhouetted in the moonlight, and again, Anna felt a dull ache in her stomach. She was gorgeous...Her face almost flawless, her long neck so perfectly ivory, her full and firm breasts jutting forth like missiles, her trim and toned stomach beckoning for kisses, licks, nibbles...And yet, Anna could not see past what she was about to do, and so on that, is which she focused.



Slowly she pulled the girl's ivory white thong to one side, her lips grazing over the girls already moist petals. She was more than ready..In fact, if her gasps and moans were any indication, she had been ready for quite awhile. It never shocked Anna to see a female respond to such a sensual touch..Most women were deprived of such. But Anna always made an attempt to bathe them in as much pleasure as possible...before she cursed them with the wretched pain of death's ugly kiss. She softly caressed Anna's head, as if guiding her, but Anna would take her time..She always did. Her soft tongue darted from between those pristine lips and began softly swiping at the other female's shaking and quivering sex, her fingers softly clutching the girl's ample buttocks. As her tongue finally wound its way past the barriers of Susan's folds, Anna herself released a purr at the very taste of the female. Susan's uplifted face was now not visible to Anna, as she cooed and begged for more. Anna would more than happily oblige the female...After all, she deserved a parting gift for lasting this long in this God Forsaken city.



Anna's lips and tongue and even at times, her teeth seemed to move with a rhythm and a design all her own. Susan, who was now in the throes of ecstasy, couldn't stifle her moans, partial screams which seemed to waft through the night air like a siren beckoning the sailors to their deaths upon the jagged rocks long ago. She placed a leg over Annaliese's shoulder, her fingers now gripping at her silver locks as if she could barely stand with all the pleasure she was feeling. It was then..and only then...that Annaliese reached for her bag, pulling it closer, one hand delving inside of it, and finding what she had been looking for all along.



In long times past, torture devices, such as the one Anna carried with her, were considered inhumane and cruel, and yet, they were used frequently. These days, the law looked down on such things...Inhumane meant prison. Thats why Annaliese made it a practice to conceal what she did...To make sure she was never ever caught. And with the influence and power her family and their name wielded, this was not too difficult. Money may be the root of all evil, but it also bought freedom and a sense of unaccountability from such human laws. Annaliese liked blood...Much like her great Grandmother many times removed had..Life was within the essence..As was youth and power.



The object she pulled from her bag, as she continued to orally pleasure the young Susan was shaped much like a pear. It had 5 silver long and jagged appendages, all with daggers which adorned the ends. The prongs, although when in simple rest were simple enough, when sprung would cause excruciating pain and death...Anna knew this well, but it was small and inconspicuous.

As the female continued to writhe against Annaliese's hungry mouth, she slid the device up Susan;s taut and lovely legs. The girl allowed her gaze to fall back to Anna, her eyes questioning the device and what it was there for. She arched a brow, and Anna slightly pulled back, the girl's tempting bud sucked between her lips and then released as she spoke, her voice sultry and deep.



"No worries, my angel dove...This is simply a little toy..and believe me when I say...It will have you screaming."



Susan, naive waif that she was, took that as a good thing..a thing which could only enhance her pleasure with the voluptuous blond on her knees before her. She shuttered, almost a quiver as she grinned. Anna's small tongue went back to work, coating the other girls sex, as she slowly slid the appliance slowly into her deep cavern. The girl quivered, her body seeming to arch as she moaned deeply. Annaliese was so close..she could smell it. The musk of the female's scent plus the palpitations within Anna's heart were almost too much for the woman to take as she started sliding the instrument in and then out, as if teasing the woman more and more. Susan began to scream obscenities, begging for Anna to give her all she had. When those words were spoken, Anna reached up and clicking a locking mechanism, allowed the contraption to spring apart within the female's sex, reaching up into her stomach, as her abdomen burst open, the tines of the pear so sharpened and direct. Blood spurt forth from the woman, covering Anna in it's essence. Her face, her arms, her chest and hair were covered in it. She grinned as she looked up at the face of young Susan, who was gasping..Not in pleasure, but in immense pain and shock...She was dying..And Anna could hear it in her rasping breaths.



As the female fell to the ground, her eyes still beseeching the beautiful Annaliese, Anna could simply do nothing but lick the blood from her lips and smile. She leaned down as she whispered into the dying girl's ear, "Didn't your mother ever warn you about talking to strangers, my pet?" And with that, Anna heard Miss Susan's last dying breath. It would be days before the cops would find her...And what a gruesome sight it would be. Anna licked the blood from the device as she placed it back within her bag. This spot had indeed been perfect as there was a small pond a ways away where she could clean up. She stripped her blood soaked clothing from her own tiny visage and headed towards the pond, ivory skin streaked in crimson. As she entered the water, she heard a rustling from the trees and looked up to see an owl swooping past her..It was odd that they would inhabit a city such as this, although the park seemed to be separate of the decay and filth. A piece of paradise within the jungle of poverty.



Once cleaned up and dried by the night air, Anna crept back within the bushes and grabbing the dead girl's clothes, she began placing them upon her nubile young body. Never let good clothes go to waste... And as she continued dressing, flipping her hair from behind the corset, she couldn't help but admire her handy work yet again. Grandmother would be so proud..She whistled as she continued dressing and then taking a lollipop out of her bag, she placed it between her velvet like lips and skipped off, humming a tune she couldn't quite recall but knew her mother had once sung to her.



Anna would soon be leaving this city and all the filth behind her..She would soon be returning to the land of her ancestors. And then, the true horror of the legend of the House that blood built, the name which still caused people's blood to run cold, would be far worse than these simpletons would ever recall..Even even imagine, it could be. Annaliese Bathory was now ready to take her rightful place. And there would be blood flowing like rivers of crimson from now until the end of time..and her Grandmother, and family, would be avenged. :::

She Bleeds..So Beautifully..She Bleeds..Chapter One Of The Book Of Annaliese.
17:15 Apr 28 2011
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The darkness which colored her emerald eyes was something which was beyond the control of this world, her heritage and the hierarchy of human existence. Her long almost snow white blond hair fell across her shoulders, wafting in the breeze like spun silk, as the bitter chill of the night bit at her cherubic cheeks. The face of an angel, kissed by the very lips of God himself. Yet, inside..deep down in the heart, if this is what you could call it, of this little angel...the darkest of evil dwelt and the worst of intentions played themselves out within her mind like some twisted Broadway play of macabre death and violence ever witnessed.



Her last name alone, should anyone know their history, was enough to cause noses to wrinkle, people to back away, or in some cases call to mind a sort of sick and depraved curiosity. She had heard all the questions, and with her typical animated smile, or disgust, whichever she chose to display for whatever being she was eye to eye with, she would answer them, but only to the degree that people believed she only knew as much as any history book, or any documentary on television. And they would smile, always enchanted by her seemingly flawless sense of wit, timing and charm. Her beguiling looks served her well..At one times..Too well. But this was a story best kept for another time, another place.



As she rounded the stone pillars which led to the front door of the once lively and yet in some aspects, eerie mansion on the shores of Lake Saint Clair, a feeling of familiarity swept over here..A bittersweet scent wafted past her and she knew..She was home. But home was not quite what it used to be..and would never be again. She fumbled within her tattered jean pockets for the keys..and found them, seemingly without much effort. So long since she had been here..So long..and yet, it seemed like yesterday. She was now many miles and many cold nights between she and the most tragic event of her existence. And yet, the fire, the memories, the anger..remained, as if etched upon her mind itself, never to be washed away with time, or grief, or acceptance. How could what was taken from her be accepted and passed off? No, they would pay..They would all pay, and she knew just how to make them do so.



As she turned the key and entered the now dark mansion, so bereft of life and color, it seemed as if she were in the midst of a black and white movie, she sighed, heading for the spiraled staircase, heading for the attic. What she loved had been taken from her by mortal hands, but it was by her supernatural ones that the ones who had visited the atrocities upon her beloved brother, Alex, Her lover, Slade, and herself would be vindicated. And she would delight in the sound of the snapping bones, the ripping flesh, the piercing screams...Oh how the very thought caused her to tingle almost unexpectedly. She pushed her hair back from her face, climbing the steps without any worry of falling or losing her way...She knew this house like she knew the features of her own face.



As she reached the attic door, the skeleton key she kept around her neck was pulled from underneath her soiled white tank top, appearing more brown now, as the blood had since dried, and the dust of the desert had rose up and clung to it. She felt another tear fall down her cheek, as she wiped it away furiously, her face a mask of She snapped the thin piece of string she had used to tie the key to her neck, sliding it in the keyhole and twisting it. She walked into the comfort of a lit room, candles dotting every corner, giving the room the glow and light of the evil which resided there..and always had. "Hello Grandmother..", she whispered softly as she walked to the full length mirror, taking a long hard look at what they had reduced her to.





She tilted her head, looking sadly back at the countenance she beheld with her own eyes..Her own visage. Slowly, she stripped the shirt from her, her bare breasts still tinged with the blood of Alex, and the dust of Slade. She breathed in deeply as she continued speaking. If anyone from the outside were to look in, they would think she were mad for speaking to herself, but she knew she was not alone..Never had been..Never ever would be. She would always be there, over Anna's shoulder, guiding her hands, allowing them to carry out her work, her very will..and Anna would do so willingly. But first, they would pay..And pay deeply. Stripping her jeans from her, kicking them to the side she walked to the corner of the expansive upper room and there, she turned the faucet on the old styled tub. She licked her lips as she whispered..."I have nothing left to give..Nothing left to feel...Nothing left to mourn, my dearest Grandmother..Let your work be done..But give me the strength, the power...Infuse me with it all...Let me make their screams a part of the symphony of this night.



Once the water was drawn, the candle about the tub lit, she allowed her supple and yet petite frame to sink beneath the depths of the water. Picking up the sharp blade beside her, she opened her palm and slicing through the skin, she allowed a few drops of her blood to fall into the tub. She looked upwards, and she seen her..clear as day as she held her hand out, she felt her grandmother's always cold touch. Her eyes, which usually were a beautiful green, clouded black as she began to speak, her now gushing hand gripping the specter beside her. Her head jerked back, her eyes glowing as even her small and sensual voice seemed to now reek of evil, vengeance and blood lust.



"Hear my cries..Spirits of the darkness...Do my bidding...Allow them to feel pain unlike any other...Make them suffer..Let their last image be my broken and battered body...Let them relive that day as each piercing of their flesh brings forth more of life's essence. You know their names...Let them be torn to shreds, leaving not even their families able to identify what was once their loved ones... Allow Slade and Alex to rest in peace...And to know they were avenged...By the name of Bathory, I do not ask..I demand this be done in the service of he whose name no mortal dare speak! The name of the dark father..and his princess..Elizabeth, touch me, make me whole..Take me over..and let me move forth onto my destiny, which always was and is your bidding..My fairest grandmother..Guide me."



Her head slumped, her body seeming to empty of any other presence but her own, a small woosh of air gusted through the windows, slamming them open, and the tub which she know sat within began to bubble and churn, the color of the crystal water becoming more and more rust colored, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a maniacal laugh now gently pushing past those lips., She could feel their suffering..and she could hear their screams..What filled this tub was not simple rust..It was the blood of the men and women who had seized she, Slade and Alex almost 2 months previously, only leaving one to tell the tale. They had no idea what kind of force they had messed with...But now..as they died...Their screams so loud they seemed to shatter glass, they finally knew. As the water subsided, the water clearing, she slowly began washing the muck from her flesh, her flashing eyes now gleaming with a malevolence more powerful, and more destructive, that this world had yet to see.