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Chapter 7- South Texas Death Ride- The Collision To Come
05:59 May 26 2011
Times Read: 546
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned"....
The small timid voice sifted through the grate of the confessional to the priest's elderly ears. So sweet, so innocent, Father Murphy believed he must have nothing more than perhaps a young girl of thirteen in his midst. But as he peered through the grate, he could see the silhouette of the shapely young woman, blond hair in pigtails sitting on the other side. She looked young, but not as young as the Father would have suspected. The shape of the woman, while clearly fully developed She was dressed, in what the Father believed to be a catholic issued outfit, only the skirt appeared much shorter than it should have been and the young girl's well endowed cleavage was more exposed than any nun or man of the cloth, such as himself, would have found appropriate. But Father knew it was of God's law to never judge a soul seeking redemption and while he usually would not have approved of the attire the girl adorned herself in, he couldn't help but be drawn to what he seen.
"You may speak, my child..The Lord has an open heart and ears for all to cleanse their souls of their sins"
The girl seemed to shift uncomfortably in the chair as she crossed her legs over top one another. A small sigh escaped her lips and Father Murphy could almost instinctually tell the girl had not done this often, if ever. He would assume that one of her sins be one of lust, judging by the looks of her. But he would not presume too much in this early stage of the confession, It was apparent the girl had much she needed to ask for guidance upon..To ask for absolution for. The father listened intently as the sweet voice again caressed his ears, the girl seeming to finally find her courage and to begin speaking.
" Father..I have partaken in the sins of the lust of the body and of the mind...I have allowed men and women alike to touch me...To entice me. To have their way with me in a sexual manner. And while I know this is a sin, it doesn't feel like one...In fact, it feels...very good..."
The priest felt a slight unease settle into the base of his back as he heard the way the girl practically purred out the end of that sentence and while it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, he wasn't sure if it was how she had said it or the fact that it aroused him to some degree. He cleared his throat softly, trying to regain some composure as he went to speak, and yet that alluring yet almost angelically sweet voice from the other side continued to speak, almost mesmerizing him with her tone and lulling him slightly. He was sure her atonement would be great but for now, he simply was almost in awe of the silhouetted nubile girl beside him.
"I have also stolen...Taken things which do not rightfully belong to me...Things which were precious to others. I have stolen them in vile and horrendous ways, Father..I have spilled the blood of innocence and the blood of evil...And I do so with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. I have taken lives, Father...Human lives....I have killed and maimed and tortured..Tell me, Father...Does this make me evil? Does this mean I will go to Hell? Am I a bad girl who is too far gone for the Lord to reach..?"
Father Murphy's eyes widened and he struggled for words. Had this child just admitted to taking the lives of other humans? To being a cold blooded murderer? It seemed ridiculous as the girl was so petite and small. It almost seemed to him that the girl stated all of this so matter of factly, he realized now why he felt that chill in his spine. It was fear...Pure and undiluted fear gnawing at him. Yet, it was his oath to help this child, to try and absolve her, even if such acts were beyond all human comprehension. He meant to say these things to her, and yet they wouldn't force themselves from his lips. He heard every little dirty secret in this small and gently tucked away town in Texas, and yet, this was new to even him. And as he continued to slowly quiver, fumbling with his bible and looking for the proper text to read to the child from, he felt a rush of air, hands grabbing him and pulling him out from the confessional and tossing him unto the hard wood floor. He blinked slightly, and as he looked up, he seen two large males above him, grinning, almost demonically at him. As the one man spoke, the nubile young murderess stepped from the partition and walked to their sides.
" Well, Well, Padre...Doesn't seem to be any God around here that I can see..And since I am brandishing the cutlery, I would say, you're in some deep deep shit at the moment...But don't you fret...Anna here, shes a little kitten. She will take real good care of you...Won't ya, sweetheart?"
The girl now stepped forward and gently walked to where she was standing above the father, looking down on him, an almost charming and yet sadistic grin on her lush ruby lips. If the father didn't know better, he would swear she was an angel..So beautiful and yet, the stench of evil wrapped itself about her like a snug blanket. And as he looked closer, he seen the gleam of the steel of the stiletto like blade she softly tapped against one opened palm. She gently chewed at her lower lip, and the Priest immediately began to feel like the mouse in this particular game. He shook his head "No", as if to beg them to leave now, but he knew no amount of pleading would save him now. They weren't here for money or shelter or even food...They were here to kill him. And almost immediately, he knew why. It was her...The countess's offspring...The one so much like Elizabeth herself. The one they had begun to call "The Blood Princess". Annaliese....And now, many of the choices he made in the past in an effort to rid this world of such vile evil, came back to haunt him, as he trembled in fright.
" Now now, Father Murphy...No need to get squeamish.. We're all here for the truth, are we not? I mean, you being a man of the cloth and of God himself should know that no good deed goes unpunished...I know what you did...I know that we are all being watched...and I know that you are simply nothing more than a go to guy to help fund this little hunt. So...What I want to know is..."
At that, Anna sat down upon the Father;s chest, straddling him and grinning as that sharp knife continued to catch his attention again and again, The profane violence of this child was almost more than he could stomach so when he was approached to help stop she and her other offspring from causing anymore devastation, he gladly obliged, being well assured that his identity would always be held with the utmost secrecy. Apparently, not so much as his frightened eyes flitted from face to face of the predators which surrounded him. But he could not help but be drawn, almost fixated by the emerald orbs of the woman known as Annaliese, Anna to those whom knew her best. She took the knife, slowly sliding the almost smooth edge over his wrinkled cheek as she whispered, her voice almost like that of a siren. He stared up at her, his eyes fixated upon the curve of her lips as she began to speak.
" Dear dear Father...who was the mastermind behind all of this? Who found us so alluring that they wanted us watched and followed and dare I say, even photographed during our little late night "escapades", hmmm? Now, if you cooperate with me, I can make this very very easy on you...Perhaps sparing whatever few years you have left. But should you be combative...Well...that would, of course, make it more fun for me, but incredibly horrendous for you..."
As the priest began to struggle beneath Anna, she placed one hand upon his chest and held him firmly in place, Her witchcraft had been especially helpful in getting them this far, so she supposed it would work just as well now. But the Father seemed unable to speak...or unwilling. Anna couldn't decide which, so looking over to Alex, she nodded her head and before she could blink her brother had the right hand of Father Murphy and with one fell swoop, sliced off his middle finger with a pair of razor sharp gardening shears. The man shrieked, blood cascading from the wound like an open fountain and Anna simply giggled.
"See Padre? My cohorts are not as patient as I...Nor do they like to play. They like to get down to business and take care of things...Leave it nice and messy and go out for beer. Me? I love the chase...But again, tonight..I am kind of craving a cold beverage...So I guess its time for you to speak..."
At that moment, the older man's eyes widened not in horror, but indignation. Anna tilted her head to one side, as she awaited what his next words would be, while Slade and Alex exchanged somewhat defiant glances. He was weakening from the blood loss, but should he decide to be uncooperative, Anna would make sure he lived long enough to experience a torture unlike any he had ever even imagined. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and as he glared at the lovely young creature atop him, his voice oozed venom and disgust.
" You vile filthy animal...How dare you defile this place of worship with your presence, let alone threats against a man of the Lord? No words shall part from my lips that will ever lead you to the source of what shall be your very own death. We have known of your bloodline for many years, Ms. Bathory..And we have taken the lives of almost all. You...You played into our hands so elegantly..so skillfully, my dear...And you think you are above us all because you bleed the blood of the Countess of all evil??? But...I regret to inform you, my darling Annaliese, we knew of your arrival...and prepared for it well..."
Before Anna could even blink she heard the muffled sound of a struggle behind her and as she turned to see what was happening, she was gripped by the throat and hauled to her feet from the now mewling priest. She watched as satchel like hoods were placed over Alex and Slade's heads and they were beaten with clubs and tire irons. She struggled to free herself and could not even see whom held her within his hands, but she squirmed and kicked her feet all the same. She smelled a strong odor, which was recognizable to her immediately, since she had used it more times herself than most. It was Chloroform, and a large hand reached forth, cloth in hand and sealed it over her nose and mouth. She continued to struggle, to kick, to try and pull from whomever held her...to no avail. It was all over in a matter of moments. They had walked into a trap..One which could have only be laid by someone whom had studied them and knew their habits as well as they themselves had.
Chapter 6-South Texas Death Ride-The Beginning
00:51 May 14 2011
Times Read: 564
It had been a sultry and humid summer and Annaliese knew, without a doubt, that she and Alex were being watched. She had got the feeling a few months before as she had dragged a man off into the bushes to have her way with him, or so he believed, and then she felt eyes, seeming to bore right into the back of her skull. Usually, Anna always chalked this up to some kind of supernatural phenomena..But tonight, those eyes felt all too human. She had gone out with Slade for the evening, and figured both of them could use with a little blood letting to even the aggravation they were exhibiting toward one another. Slade, when taking a life, tended to be swift and yet brutal..Anna, on the other hand tended to be slow, deliberate and heinous. Much of what she did tended to be done for shock value..When the hapless denizens of the city or the cops found the body, she wanted it to leave a lasting impression on their psyches.
The couple had been easy enough to lure from the club, both of them so intoxicated on vodka and Jack Daniels they wouldn't have known danger had it been wearing a neon sign. Besides, Anna looked amazing in the short leather skirt, bustier and fishnet stockings. And Slade...Well, he looked every bit the modern vampire he was. And, to be honest, as much as they adored the kill, they adored the sexual aspect of what would transpire between them during and sometimes for hours on end afterwards. And while he had finished off the girl with minimal screaming and hesitation, he now stood behind her as she tied the now trembling man to the the tree. Of course, she was completely nude at the moment..The man had expected to have the comely little heiress to be his plaything for the evening. He had literally bitten more off then he could chew, his nail marks up and down her thighs and slight bite impressions on her slender shoulders. She had allowed him to fondle her and indulge himself slightly..Always the tease which led to the ultimate letdown. And Anna liked to see the terror fill their eyes once that light bulb went on within their hormone soaked brains.
This one..She thought he had said his name was Syd..Yes with A "Y"..She supposed he believed that made him feel more "dangerous and mysterious". Too bad his girl wasn't enough to keep his interest. But again..to their own demise. While she realized that she and Slade made a strikingly attractive couple, it sometimes surprised her how easily they could lead the most docile of people into these lascivious positions. But here was good old Syd, looking like he was trying to hold it together, while the piss streamed down his legs in sheer terror. Anna couldn't help but grin as she tapped the edge of the serrated knife against her petite and pretty lips. She raised an eyebrow, as she watched the boy seemingly plead with her with his larger than life blue eyes. She chuckled softly to herself as she whispered, her voice dripping with ill intent.
"Now Now, Syd...Collect yourself, love..You don't wanna leave this world acting like some kind of cowardly bitch, do you? Man it up! Even April back there died with more grace then you are.."
It was then that she felt the near naked flesh of her lover press against her back, his hands snaking out from behind her and cupping her large and full breasts. His thumbs gently went to massaging her already erect nipples as he buried his lips in the nape of her shoulder, his warm breath setting her skin to fire. She closed her eyes as she leaned back and into his caress as she heard his measured tones softly whisper against her ear, "Eat him alive, baby...I want to hear him scream."
Anna smiled softly as she pulled from the embrace of the man she had known for many years, and had loved on many different occasions. She walked towards the screaming Syd and looking deeply into his blue orbs, she allowed her full and soft lips to curl into a smile. She leaned in and whispered "Any last words, my dear? Think of me as your priest..Speak the truth and shame the devil, as they say.."
All she could see were the tears that were beginning to stream down the man's face, as he quaked and weakly begged for her to not take his life. Anna shook her head and shrugged as she looked back over her shoulder at Slade. "This one isn't going to even put up a decent fight..No fun.." She feigned a pout as she paced back and forth before the man she was about to kill, and she couldn't help but be disappointed by the human condition. Everyone who is born knows they will someday die..yet they seem surprised when it happens. Perhaps it was the way in which they would die..and there was no doubt that Syd here was going to die a violent and slow death. That is, until Anna felt that stare...Drinking in her ivory skin, taking in every nuance of her and what she was about to do, and a slow sort of fear set into the pit of her stomach. She looked at Slade, a soft panic within her emerald eyes. "I know what you want, baby..But I have a feeling we should make this quick, painful and get the fuck out of here..Call it intuition."
The look of confusion within Slade's eyes told Anna he hadn't sensed anything and more than likely thought she was being paranoid. But Anna had learned to trust her instincts long ago, It was only compass someone such as herself possessed. She walked over to Syd and looking up at him, she looked calmly, almost angelically into his eyes as she spoke, her voice alluring and yet deceptively so evil. "Tonights your lucky night, sweetheart..Close your eyes and think of Kansas, Dorothy.." And with those words spoken, Anna shoved the 8 inch serrated blade straight into the man's stomach and in one swift motion slit upwards. She loved this knife...It always slid through organs and flesh like a knife through butter, and as she pulled back, Syd';s blood now covering her naked upper body and face, she watched his death spasms with a sense of intrigue but more of a sense of foreboding...Yet Slade wouldn't allow her to flee at this point, as he gripped one of her arms and picking her up, pushed her right against the still writhing body of Syd, ripping at her panties and taking her like a wild animal. She clung to him, feeling the harsh and animalistic thrusts inside of her now dripping wet womanhood. She closed her eyes, deciding she was experiencing too much pleasure to be even remotely worried about whomever may be surveying them. Her nails desperately dug into the flesh of his back, as she felt his fangs penetrate her swan like, porcelain neck. Forgetting whatever fear resided within her, she and her dead lover sunk into a chasm of desperate and animal like bliss.
Chapter 5- Home Is Where The Blood Is21:36 May 08 2011
Times Read: 575
After the nights events, Annaliese realized just how tired she truly was. She had been expending a lot of her strength, her power, in simply trying to overcome what had happened to Alex..to Slade. What she was forced to watch with her own two eyes, and yet was unable to do a damned thing about. She had never felt so helpless in her entire existence...And Anna rarely, if ever, felt helpless. The drive back to Grosse Pointe was never a long one, but at this point in time, Anna was in no hurry to see anymore of the filthy dregs of downtown Detroit. It had always been her favorite hunting ground due to the fact that the police had so many unsolved murders on their hands, they were bound to be thrown off just as easily by her own "discretions". Besides, who would ever suspect the cherubic yet curvaceous blond beauty of such atrocities? After all, her family was one of the wealthiest in a city where wealth oozed from the lined mansions like honey from a hive. And she was respected for her charitable work...As much a facade as it was. Annaliese never did anything without any kind of thought through motives. It made her look well adjusted..Sympathetic..Compassionate to the plight of humanity. In all reality, Anna could care less about the human race. Much more so since she had lost her brother and the only man she ever came close to loving.
Some would say it was justice well deserved..But in Anna's mind, it was another cruel twist of sadism on God's behalf to punish her for the knowledge she had gained from reading Elizabeth's writings. Her power grew exponentially day by day and even now, while her mind, heart and every dream she had screamed of pain and agony, she continued to learn. Yet, she couldn't help but feel that she was weaker, in some ways..Probably more human than she had ever been. It was one thing to acknowledge that you were a simpering bag of flesh, bones and blood..It was another to accept it. And as she pulled into the long and winding tree line drive which led to the dark and forbidding mansion she called home, she was acutely aware of that humanity, and how it was eating away at her from the inside. She parked the car before the house and stepped out, the dead girl's clothing still covering her nubile young body as she took out her keys and rounded the car, heading up the steps to the front door.
As usual, the house was dark, only a small light burning within the kitchen so that Addie could move about the kitchen at night, preparing and cleaning. As long as Annaliese had known the old black maid, she had always chalked Anna, Alex and the rest of the Bathorys cruel and sadistic past times as nothing more than "eccentricities". It was something which Anna adored about the woman, and had become attached to her as young as the age of twelve. She had a strong willed side of her own, and when she spoke, Anna tended to listen. But since Annaliese returned from Texas...Addie knew that the girl had been changed forever. She seen Annaliese differently. She seemed almost timid in the girl's presence. Anna could only believe that since Addie herself was somewhat gifted psychic wise, that she could sense the rage within the girl..and it even frightened her. Hell, it scared Anna herself at times. But she was not without plans. There would be a vengeance for whomever orchestrated the slaughter of her beloved brother and her vampire lover. She sighed softly to herself as she placed her keys down on the table in the foyer and slowly started climbing the stairs to her room, her body and mind weary. Each step felt as if lead was tied around her ankles, and she could do nothing more than await her soft and comforting bed.
As she got to the stop of the stairs, she seen the stern and yet loving face of her longtime caregiver and friend,Abigail looking out at her from behind her own bedroom door. Abi had always lived in the room right beside Anna, as Anna would have it no other way. She was the closest thing to a mother Anna had ever known, and even as Anna had grown more and more depraved and violent, Abi had never shied away from the child or felt any different towards her. Abigail, without ever allowing Anna to know, had foreseen this on the night of Diedre's death. She was resolved to stand beside the child, the lovely little angel whom she had helped bring into this world. She wouldn't abandon her now..Especially after she had held the girl as she sobbed for the loss of her entire family, one by one, over the last few years. The child, who now, was a grown and beautiful woman, was everything to Abi, and she would not allow her to falter in her quest to bring the perpetrator of this action to her own brand of justice. She raised an eyebrow at Anna and spoke, her voice soft and yet tinged with a slight chastisement.
"Late night, love? And I see you picked up a few new items for your wardrobe, yes?"
Anna simply looked at Abi as she started to walk towards her bedroom door, her voice defeated and almost uncharacteristically devoid of emotion.
"What of it, Abi? If you wish to scold me further, you can follow me into my room and do so while I change out of these clothes and into my naked flesh...I am beyond tired and am in no mood to quibble."
Anna slowly opened her bedroom door and flipped on the switch that softly illuminated the small space, which was comfortably adorned with satin, lace and velvet. Red, her favorite color. She walked towards the vanity on the right hand side and slowly began to slide her clothing from her body as Abigail entered the room. She sat down on the bed, comfortable enough with Anna to take her nudity in stride. The girl had always been a rebel and she had always had a wild streak within her that was not to be controlled. And if nothing else, Annaliese had grown into her sexuality as if it were a tight fitting glove. She reveled in it, and in fact, used it in almost all aspects of her life. She slid from the skirt, dropping it to the floor as Abigail spoke, her voice soft, concerned, and seemingly still a bit dark.
"That detective came by again tonight..Detective Murphy...Looking for you, Annaliese. He knows, my child..he can not prove anything, but he knows..."
Anna sighed wearily as she gently pulled the rest of the garments from her body and slowly walked to the adjacent bathroom and started to fill the tub with hot water and lilac scented bubble bath. She looked over her shoulder with a shrug and whispered.
"Fucking cops..."
She slowly turned and walked to the door way as she looked her more tame and reserved friend in the eyes, her own seemingly empty, shallow and with no hint of the gleam which usually sparkled from within them.
"Abigail, he can't prove a fucking thing..isn't that all that matters? Seriously, I am tired..I am weak and I could give two shits less what some stupid gum shoe from the DPD thinks. Honestly..My take on it? Hes just so turned on by me he can't stay away...He likes the dark side, Abi...Besides, he's so fucking corrupt, I don't think he would risk his reputation by talking a bunch of nonsense to his higher ups. He knows what I have on him..And he knows I am not afraid to use it to my advantage. You worry too much, Abigail..You're getting wrinkles around your eyes."
At that, Anna turned on her heel and walked towards the tub, slowly stepping over the side and allowing her body to slide down into the water and fragrant bubbles, her eyes closing as she allowed the warmth to caress her skin like an inviting and welcomes lover's touch. Abigail, insistent to not let this go, walked into the bathroom and took a seat on the side of the tub as she slowly picked up a cloth and began to wash Anna's shoulders and back.
"You know, my darling, your bravado is going to be the death of you..You are not seeing the full picture here..You killed his partner..and in a quite vile way, might I add. He is not going to let this go easily. And that sweet smile and pretty eyes of yours will only get you so far.."
Anna smirked softly as she shook her head.
"Abigail..I have been keeping tabs on our Detective friend,..As much as he would love to toss me in a jail cell..or better yet, fuck my brains out, he knows he can not do either. I could sink him with just one phone call..No more career, no more perks at the casinos downtown..No more hookers...Nothing. You think he is so interested in the ideal of justice he is gonna forget the up side to his precarious position in the department? You give him more credit than he deserves."
Abi sighed as she slowly continued massaging the cloth against Anna's slender back. The child had always been so pretty, seemingly so ethereal, one might think her a true angel brought to Earth. But Abigail knew better. Behind that facade, there lurked the mind of an evil and now, hellbent for blood killer. More like Elizabeth every single day..Although, in Elizabeth's mind, there was a method to her madness. For Anna, it was simply the thrill of it all. No rhyme or reason...Other than her desire to be alike to her ancestor. To learn her secrets..To engorge her power. But it was Anna's flippant attitude which frightened Abi the most. Since Alex's death, the girl seemed to fear nothing..She seemed ambivalent to any and all threats which she found herself facing. In fact, in Abi's mind, the child had become downright self destructive.
Anna, relaxed and soothed enough by this time, took the cloth from Abi and reaching forth, slowly slid her fingers over Abigail's cheek. Abi had been the one constant in her life, and while Anna could feel no emotion at this time, she knew Abi was overcome with worry. She allowed a small and reassuring smile to play over her lips as she spoke, her voice tender, gentle and kind.
"No worries, my sweet Abigail...Please, no more worries..I will be out of this town soon enough. So will you..So there is no need in fretting over this all. Now, turn down my cover for me...Please. I am ready to sleep now.."
Abi stood and did as she was asked but her mind was still plagued with concern for Anna. If Abi were to lose her, Abi would lose her sole reason for living, the sole reason she had participated in some of the things she had. But the more she watched Anna crumble, the more she realized that sooner or later, if Annaliese did not get a handle on her emotions, her pain..Her rage..She would no longer be Anna..No longer the sweet and loving child she had held and rocked so many years ago. She would become Elizabeth...And the whole thought of such an idea made Abi tremble in fear and revulsion.
Creation And Descimation- Chapter 4 (( EXPLICIT))
08:49 May 01 2011
Times Read: 600
As Anna walked from the attic that cold night in January, the night held an eerie child that she could feel to her bones. She had seen her brother's dour countenance lurking behind walls and doors all evening, his black eye from another beating at Darren's hand no secret. And while Anna had never been particularly close with her brother, the idea enraged her. What Darren did to her..The crimes he perpetrated upon her young skin, she could bare. But to see her older brother being subjected to his drunken violence left the girl feeling angry, alone and desperate. She knew she was helpless to stop his cruelty, but she wished..Oh how she wished she could be more like Elizabeth..Cruel, sadistic, twisted, spilling blood for the sake of spilling blood without remorse or conscience. But she was a small and petite child and would be no match for the strapping father she knew. Tall, dark and frightening with a maniacal laugh that would make her toes curl in fear. She decided to sneak down to the kitchen and grab a few of the leftover homemade pieces of fudge that Abigail had so carefully crafted for her, as she did often, knowing all too well Annaliese loved her fudge.
She walked to the kitchen, careful not to turn on the light, fearing she would awaken the drunken father whom was slumped over the kitchen table, wreaking of Vodka and cheap perfume. She tip toed to the refrigerator and opening it, casting a glance over her shoulder cautiously, she reached in to pull a few stray pieces of fudge from the tin. It was then she heard his booming voice behind her, speaking, words slurred and broken, "What are you doing up, you little whore? Didn't I tell you to go to bed hours ago?" She jumped, spilling the pieces of fudge onto the floor, watching them crumble as she slowly turned about to face him, her pretty face an ashen white as she gulped softly and struggled for an explanation. " I ...was up in..the attic..reading...I am sorry, father..I was restless.."
A twisted smile darkened his features as he walked towards the cowering child, whom had backed herself against the stove, trying to put as much distance as she could from her nightmare. His strong arms snaked out and he gripped her tiny arms tight, flinging her through the air and upon the table. Immediately, she began struggling as he held her down, his alcohol soaked breath whispering in a hideous and vile tone at her, "Well now you shall be punished..Reading that rubbish of Elizabeth's..You know,m my darling daughter..Such depravity isn't good for such a innocent little mind.." Anna twisted her face from his, tears squeezing out the corners of her eyes. In her mind, she could hear herself screaming, screaming for someone to come save her, to make this end..And yet she could do nothing but push uselessly against him and squirm beneath him as she had learned long ago any loud noise she would make would result in further harm to her..or Alex, depending on Darren's mood. As he began pulling at her loose fitting pajama bottoms, Anna could do nothing but whimper in hushed tones, "Please father..No...Please.."
He yanked her pants down violently, telling her to shut her mouth or he would stick something far more sinister within her confines, and to prove his point, he pulled a large butcher knife from its sheath on the counter. She whimpered and shaking her head vehemently, her tears now coursing down her silken cheeks like rain, she begged "No..Please..No..." He was upon her like a tiger, his stinking breath now covering her skin as he lavished all too adult kisses upon her bruised and broken skin. She closed her eyes, trying to block out what was about to happen to her and when she did open them, she seen her brother..Alexandru..standing in silhouette in the entryway. She bit at her lip as Darren gripped her hair within his hands and he growled at her, "You will watch this happen, Annaliese...You will watch this and know that no one will ever touch you in this way but me...Do you understand me, you little bitch? You belong to me!!" Annaliese trembled, her heart racing within her chest as she struggled for air and for her mind to take her any place but there and at that moment. It was then she heard a loud thud, and suddenly the weight of the man she knew as her father was sliding from her. And as she opened her eyes, she seen her brother, his face ominously blank, blood on his shirt as he raised the baseball bat again and swung downward. Annaliese, dazed and still struggling with what had happened, sat upward and looking down, seen her tormentor writhing in pain as another blow to his skull splashed more blood forth and hit Anna directly in the face. She gasped, but sat there, horrified and yet mesmerized at the same time.
Another blow to his skull and Darren was now fighting to breathe, to raise upwards and he grunted " Will kill you, you little fuck..If its the last thing I do, I will put you and that little bitch in the ground." Anna slowly stood and walked beside her brother, looking at the mass amount of blood seeping onto the tiled floor. She was in a state of numbness..and all she could see was the end to this hideous dream she and Alex had been forced to live in for years. One more swing and both children were splayed in the blood of the man they called "Father". Alex turned to Anna, knowing one more blow was all it would take to end their suffering and he handed the bat to her, his eyes beseeching her own as she whispered, "One more, Anna..One more and hes gone forever...Strike with force..With all the anger, hatred and disgust you feel...Don't hold back..." The lithe frail and small child raised the bat above her head and with an almost animal like scream, she brung the bat down on Darren's head, crushing his skull and hearing the sound of bone cracking and tissue splitting. The blood spray covered the girl and she dropped the bat, looking every bit the blood princess she was destined to be.
The children observed the carnage in silence for a moment...Neither of them speaking, their hands reaching forth and taking one anothers. Alex was now a boy of sixteen, and Anna was but a pre teen girl...But what had happened that night..What they had endured together..Bonded them in ways, some ways which others would find unthinkable and unimaginable. Twisted...Depraved...and only they would understand. As the moon shone through the kitchen window upon their blood soaked visages, and upon the mess they had left behind, Alex took his sister in his arms for the first time, placing a tentative kiss upon her rose colored lips, and in the blood of the man they had just slaughtered, Alex and Anna gave themselves to one another, a circus of carnal and illicit passion that would carry out through their lifetimes. While they had killed their abuser, their tormentor, they had also found one another..and as Alex slowly inserted his manhood inside of his sister's aching center, she dug her nails into his back and moaned, the beginning of the bloody trail simply beginning...but far from ending.
Beginnings Marked In Blood-Chapter 3
08:08 May 01 2011
Times Read: 601
"Oh Dear God!!!" Diedre Bathory screamed as she felt each contraction rip through her body with such immense force, she wondered if either she or the little girl she was birthing would survive it. But in her heart, Diedre knew better, and all this pain would be worth it. The child she carried within her was destined to be something special..It had been foretold many years ago, even before her Alexandru was born. Annaliese would be here name...Annaliese Monique Bathory. And while Diedre was a married woman, her husband and Anna's father a man by the name of Darren Parks, this child would be Bathory through and through. Diedre had married the man out of a sense of loneliness and desperation, nothing more or less. And to be honest, since marrying him, she had never felt more alone in her lifetime., He was a drunk, a carouser, a gambler and his abuse of Diedre at times brought out the rage within her she tried so hard to quell. And tonight was no different..As she laid upon the blood soaked bed,nursemaids tending to her, Darren was nowhere to be found. Out drinking or screwing other women, she supposed, He had never taken interest in the child she carried, and never would. Unlike Alex's father, Darren was a simpleton with no soul or conscience. But he had served his purpose. He had helped her create this life...This life which held so much promise. A life which the Bathory bloodline would now depend.
As she raised up once again to push, the pain searing through her like hot pokers from Hell itself, she could only think and wish and hope that Annaliese would bring some respect to the name..Make it something that people no longer feared or looked upon in disgust. Diedre was determined that Anna not follow suit of her cousins and of her long ago deceased ancestor, Elizabeth. She would raise this child to know morals, boundaries...How to be an independent and intelligent young woman with class and breeding, despite her genetic flaws from Darren. No, this child..She was a gift. She would become a pillar of virtue, a good soul and a strong will. And as she pushed one final time, she felt the child slide from within her and into the waiting hands of teir long time maid, Abigail. She smiled softly at Diedre as she heard the child let out a scream and then cries of life, and she whispered "Shes beautiful, Miss Diedre..Absolutely beautiful.." But Diedre wanted to hold her in her arms and spreading them forth, Abigail washed the child clean and handed her to her mother, whom looked down upon her with cerulean eyes, misted with tears of pride and love. She couldn't have been any happier in that moment, with two year old Alex peering through the open door and speaking in his still small voice, "Mommy? Is that the baby?"
At that moment, Diedre could have no idea as to what was to come. In the two years she remained on this Earth, she watched her little Annaliese grow and blossom, a beautiful child of silken blond hair and huge green eyes. She was a curious child and she was definitely her mother's girl. But in the fall of her last year, Diedre fell deathly ill. And no one foreseen it..But one. And his reasons were motivated by pure greed and the sense of being married to someone of true money, he felt he could capitalize on her death. While it would leave him the single father of two small children, Darren was not worried. Abigail and the other regular servants would look after the children, he could blow exorbitant amounts of money, and he would never have to again worry about Diedre throwing him out of her life, and away from her money should he act on the advice of a certain witch whom he had been bedding. The poison which he fed his wife seemed to dissipate as soon as it entered her system, and slowly, she fell very ill and shortly after, she died a hideous and horrible death as Alex and Abigail looked on in horror. The doctors had no explanation for the death, other than to say that perhaps Annaliese's birth had been too difficult on the woman. Abigail knew better, but she dare not speak. Darren was now the master of the house, and with Annaliese and Alex already prone to seeing his violent streak, she wouldn't leave the children to his brutal machinations.
And as time went on, Abigail realized how much the children missed, and needed their mother. She tried her best to play "surrogate", but she knew there were limitations to what she could do. Anna grew into a beautiful little creature who was not only whimsical, funny and smart, but curious, as well. Many times, Abigail would find her up in the old attic, a book perched in her lap, as the child learned fast and was at a twelfth grade reading level by the time she was seven. Anna loved words, was mesmerized by them..and the words she found most palpable were those of her great great ancestor, Elizabeth. The child slowly became a tad more macabre. But it was Alex which Abigail worried most about. Darren had begun using the child as a punching bag and while many times, Abigail wanted nothing more than to see this wretched creature reach his end, she knew she was powerless. She was convinced that Darren had a hand in Diedre's death and while she couldn't prove it, the depth of repulsion she felt for the man was indescribable. She need not have worried..Judgment for Darren would be swift, brutal and it would change the course of both Anna and Alex's lives forever.
As the years went by, Annaliese seemed to become more and more fascinated with Elizabeth's journals, and even her spell books. She and Alex fought like cats and dogs, as Alex had always seemed jealous of his little sister because she garnered such affection and adoration from anyone she came into contact with, while Alex remained sullen, withdrawn and angry. But little could anyone know the depth of the bond he truly shred with his sister..and it would become all too evident within the coming years.
It had started off innocently enough, or it seemed, with Darren wanting to spend more and more time alone with his tiny daughter. Abigail and the others figured he was trying to bond with the child, that he was finally seeing and wishing to nurture the gift that God had sent him. No one knew..No one even suspected the vile and hideous things this monster started to perpetrate on his one and only offspring, and Anna, so stricken with fear and shame, never mumbled a single word to anyone about it. She was frightened of her father, of what he was capable of..and she was ashamed of what he had begun to do to her. And as she reached her twelfth year, she had become nothing more than a shadow of her former self. Gone was that smile which brightened the room when she entered..The light in her eyes had dimmed..and she rarely spoke. Abigail became concerned, and when she began asking questions, Darren threatened her with termination. And every night as the maid walked to her quarters and climbed into bed, she would cry..Tears that only come from the heart of a true and pure soul. But the horror which would befall the family would dry those tears and make Abigail a different person.
One joyless birthday passed, and then another..and Anna withdrew more and more within herself and into the attic. Alex was always a myriad of bruises and welts due to Darren's drunken outbursts. Abigail believed, in her heart as Anna reached the age of fourteen, that Alex began realizing that not only he was the victim of his twisted sadistic fool, but so was his baby sister. He watched, almost like a hawk as Darren would disappear for hours with little Anna in tow. Whether it be to his chambers, or Annaliese's all too girly-esque room, or to the gardens, Alex never was far behind. He would hear his sister's cries, her pleas, and he could no longer bare it. The anger, the rage, the need to wreak vengeance upon this monster was growing inside of him..and no one, not even Abigail could imagine how it would play out.
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