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It was the hunger of a thousand nights of loneliness that compelled her, and drove her  into the madness of a sinister urge that only the dammed of hell can know. With the winds at her back, Noir began to run, booted feet feeling the ground with satisfaction in every step.  Her heart beating  with excitement, compelling her with  a lust to feed which can would sustain  her life and give  her great pleasure by fulfilling the  desire within. Her own life-force  compelled her to take  action. Legs moving in even strides, stretched her slender frame as a wicked grin embraced life for another moment of time. Precious time.  Her cape whipped in the wind behind her, caressing her torso. As the sleeping city twinkled in the stillness of the autumn sky, her desire grew   more intense in a silent groan…her mind wild with unrecognized passion.  Suddenly, tears of want and pain and knowledge  created a burst of energy inside her. Power wrapped inside blue light engulfed her and the black wings released themselves from the base of her neck, at the tip of her spine, bursting forth to catch the wind and caress the night for their master, Mistress Noir. Lifting herself high into the night,  lungs full  as she held her breath she  flew  across  the nights  sky.  

Hills and valleys pass below in a gliding  scene underneath her. For a brief moment, her heart feels the pain of past life, simple and ever so sweet. But she swallows the hellish thoughts that give so much pain, dives below the stormclouds for a better look. The gentle light of isolated farmhouses light the earth with moonlight streaming upon her ageless beauty. With a twitch of her head, she captures the ever-so faint sound of laughter, human laughter far down below. The salivary glands begin to work uncontrollably as the gums inside her mouth itch. Her razor sharp canines extend in anticipation, the feed is upon her…Noir decends into a silent landing.

Whispers of delight and muffled voices lead her slender shadow now on foot to the waiting prey as the scent now grows more intense. The blood is sure…smells so good.

And there, in the deep chill of midnight, await her prey. There are two of them, a man and his woman. She would have to distract the one and then the need be filled. With an ever so light step, the vamp witch eased her way around the two tall trees standing between herself and the couple, boldly approaching the two, now cuddled in a tight embrace. A twisted sense of pained tried to ebb its way to the surface of her heart but was quickly slapped downward into the blackness of her soul. Anger again gave her power while deliberately clearing her throat loudly enough to be heard; they turned,  startled that they were not alone. She smiled innocently and spoke, ‘please, my car has a flat tire and I was wondering if you have a cell phone I could borrow? It’s just over there,” pointing now to dark road just beyond the next hill toward the city. Her body never slowed the approach as she neared them. Now just over their shoulder, she reached out and with a swift deliberate blow grabbed the two heads and violently forced them together as a loud crack burst through the air. The bodies quickly hit the ground simultaneously and she was upon them in a crazed blood feast. She attacked each neck draining only from the throat, teeth buried in ecstasy sucking the vital nectar of warm red energy erupting into her life. Pulsing now through her own veins, she drank. Now safe, and satisfied.

The night grew peaceful for her now as her body warmed due to the nurishment. The faint scent of water compelled her now to wash. Letting her cape fall to the ground, leather boots removed. Her sultry naked, unseen beauty walked slowly to the nearby Wolf Lake, where the gentle sound of leaves dancing in the breeze lured her into the awaiting moonlit darkness, wet and wonderful. Her nipples immediately stood erect as her small feet entered the water , strong thighs following, then lunging forward, she completely submerged herself for the cleanse.

“Human bastards!  Wicked wretched swine!” She fed her own hate, grasping the evil which consumed her for many decades, the hate that kept her alive. Mistress Noir lay now on the grass, looking at the night sky mirrored upon the lake. Her lake. She breathed deeply now, drifting into sleep. Dreams of past life and loves haunted her rest, Endless unrest.