[ This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities whether it be person, place or thing are entirely coincidental. ]
[C] Copyright 2009
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Alone in the darkness. It's your blood I crave. Sitting here, helpless. A victim of my own free will. I remember once, I was human. I loved. I felt love. I've wanted to cry for many nights over heartache. Feelings, I miss them so. I gave my last breath to an otherworldly being. A man who came into my life, and filled my soul with pleasures unimaginable, before taking that very soul away from me. I remember my last living breath. The tears in my eyes. That was another time.
My name is Isabella, and I am an Empress. I was once. I have taken liberty upon myself to fight against a vast army of creatures of the night. This was my life.
+ 1 +
Many years ago, I fell in between what seemed to have been a never-ending battle between the living, and the damned. I carried with me my trusted bow, and a sword that clung to my side by strap. Not heavy, but light in its glory. I was called to a village between the mountains. There, an army of vampires gathered, and I along with my men traveled to fight them. I felt unstoppable, and my body felt no pain as I put to rest the lost souls in my path.
"He is here," I spoke to my men, "I know he is here." I finished, gripping the sword at my side. The man, which was not a man at all, I spoke of was the legions second in command. Somehow, his presence connected with mine, and I could feel his body shiver in fear. I too, felt fear, and it was not like me.
"You will not defeat me!" a voice echoed in our surroundings. It seemed to come from everywhere, and right in the middle of us. "You will never defeat me!" the voice repeated. As I took a step forward with my sword, my eyes darted aimlessly at nothing. Snow was falling, and at each sound, I turned to look.
The snow began to blow hard against my face, covering the visuals of the earth from my sight. Out of nowhere, Marco, the second to Sebastian, leaped as he swung his sword, connecting with my own. As both armies howled, Marco thrust his sword towards me, missing my face head on as I flipped back and swung mine in return slicing two of his fingers from his left hand. He made a dash for a hut, and I ran after him, aware that I may walk into a trap at any time. I held my position for seconds, as those seconds felt like eternity. I held my breath, and released, walking inside and holding my sword in front, waiting for him to strike. From a corner, he jumped out, and I swung my sword, decapitating the demon, and claiming victory. I had won this time, but next, I may not be so lucky.
Walking from out of the small hut, I gripped his head in my left fist. The army of vampires looked upon it, growling at the wind and cursing me in vain. "Take this!" I said to them, "And tell your master I am coming for him." My hand tossed the pale head in front of their feet. Without collecting, they ran off into the distance and disappeared behind clouds of snow.
It grew dark early that night. My men struggled for shelter, as we made haste to the next town. Our weary bodies barely making the journey.
+ 2 +
The towns pub was filled with patrons of all shapes, sizes, and professions. It was cold, and drinks were passed along by the dozens as they filled their bellies to temporarily feel warm from the chill. I passed on drinks myself, staying rather attentive to my surroundings.
"How about a dance, lovely?" A drunken man asked standing before me, angry it seems at my lack of a quick response. "What is the matter? Am I not good for you....Empress?"
My men drew their swords, and I uttered, "No! I will dance with him." I flashed a smile, and the man smiled deviously in return, thinking I may fuck if he played his cards right.
He led me to the center of the floor, and placed his arms around my waist. I slowly put my arms over his shoulders. We danced to the sounds of violins. They filled the night air, and I fell into a temporary spell. My senses were blind to everything as if I was drunken myself. It was a rush, but also dangerous if we were to fall victim to an attack.
The man was not a big man. His hair matted to his head, and eyes hollow as if he was near death. His cheek bones pressed under his skin making near death seem past tense. He wore, however, fitting clothes, and not rags. A thief, maybe.
"Let me take you to a room, where you may pleasure me, my dear," the man said to me, holding a twisted smile. "I can see you know how to treat a lady," I thought sarcastically to myself.
I thought, "What the hell?" and answered him, "Yes."
He tried to kiss me at that moment, but I turned away, and walked upwards 15 stairs to the second floor suites. To the contrary, they were not suites at all, but a house of ill repute. A brothel if you will. Ladies of many faces, and color looked on as I led him to a room in the back. It was indeed empty, open only for paying customers who bring their own women. He pushed shut the door behind him and slipped his belt from its loop, opening his pants and slipping his rigid cock out for my eyes to see. I wasn't impressed, but kept that bit of detail all to myself.
"I'm gonna fuck you like the whore you really are!" the man growled as he stroked the flesh of his penis.
"I see. And you think I will let you?" I answered, almost daring him to make a move. I unfastened my top, and let my tits spill out, making his eyes leap from the sockets in hunger.
"I'm not afraid of you," He muttered, still peeking at my tits. I felt so hot at that very moment, and I unfastened my long black hair from its hold, and let it drop.
He wrapped his bony hands around his shaft and stroked it hard, falling back onto the bed provided, and hand fucked himself rough. It was not exactly a sexy sight to my eyes, yet, my pussy quivered for it. His cock. Any cock really. This man just so happened to approach me at the right time. I did the first thing that came to my mind. I placed my sword to his throat, and made him lick my soaking hole between my thighs. Actually, that was all I wanted from him. Nothing else, for in my eyes, he wasn't worth the lay.
His tongue pierced my pussy and drank the juices I came. "Oh, lick me harder!" I begged, feeling the tingle run up and down my body. My cunt was very sensitive when it came to someone eating my pussy.
I rubbed my clitoris hard as he licked and slurped my juicy center, fucking me with his tongue harder and harder. He grabbed my hand, and placed it onto his cock. I jerked him off, only for doing me a wondrous favor. As I lay back onto the bed covers, he slipped his fingers into my cunt, and I felt myself tighten as my pink middle pulled them in. "Oh, what the hell?" I whispered, and flipped around next to him, sucking his dick off hard, as I made sure he kept sucking my clitoris and more. My tongue licked up his shaft from within my mouth, and he gave in to the pleasure, releasing a shot of semen into my mouth. It wasn't much, but I took it in either way. I didn't swallow his load, but instead, spit it into his mouth as I kissed him. I'm not sure if he was pleased at the gesture, but he smiled anyways.
"For your troubles, whore!" He hollered out, tossing coins at my tits as they fell off to the floor.
I drew my sword from its sheath, and stuck it to his Adam's apple. I pressed in, almost piercing the flesh and cutting him open. "That was lovely," I smiled wickedly, and let him go as he scampered down the stairs cursing at me from afar.
As I finished dressing myself, I wrapped my sword tight to me, and headed out from the room to the hall. The small crowd was cheering, and the whores who dwelt here smiled as a dirty man fled. I gave order for my men to feast, and fuck as much as they'd like. As I did so, I wrapped up my hair to the back of my head. We were put up in a few rooms at the Inn across the way. Some men stood guard, and some took advantage of the pleasures awaiting inside the small saloon.
I took my own room, away from my men. It's not that I don't trust any to be with me at night. But, I am a lady after all, and an Empress, so I must separate myself when it comes to sins of the flesh. As many cheered in the distance, I fell fast asleep while my door remained guarded.
+ 3 +
I woke from sleep, and felt cold. My body shivered in the night air. Strange, as I was covered with a thick blanket. My head feeling rather dizzy, as I stood and made my way to the door. I put my hand on the knob and pulled it open. It was dark and empty outside. My guards were nowhere to be seen. They know not to leave me by myself. It was different. There were no signs of life around, and a chill other than that of the wind pierced my skin and ran its course through my spine.
Whispers lingered in the wind that blew, and I searched in all directions hoping to find its source. Nothing. I went back in to the room, and grabbed my sword. Tightening it to my waist, I drew the sword from its hold and walked around looking for answers.
"Isabella..." The voice trailed off in the distance. I followed it down a small pathway. The moon was high and trees rustled as the winds picked up. Faces came and gone in the darkness, and I felt as though I were being watched. I paused dead in my tracks, and saw a grisly sight. Bodies ripped apart hung from trees, and others impaled on sticks. My heart beat fast inside my chest, and I slowly walked further into the remains of those once living.
I froze in my place. A hand waved in front of me, and a dark presence held me close.
"Isabella..." It called to me in a raspy voice. "I've been watching you, Isabella," The voice continued sounding more human.
I turned around and drew my sword, but nobody was there. I turned in all directions, but nothing. I lowered my sword, and invited this presence to reveal itself.
"Show yourself!" I screamed into the night. "Let me see who you really are!"
The figure walked towards me. Ghostly at first, but materialized into a man with medium length dark hair, pale skin and sad eyes. He wore a long robe, almost like a coat, and he looked on at me.
I felt my body weaken, like I had been drugged, and was finding myself slipping away into a spell. He wrapped his arms around me, and I blacked out. I woke from time to time, always slipping back into darkness. I saw villages below me, and then clouds.
+ 4 +
I awoke some time later in a room with red curtains, and a fire blazed in the fireplace. It was warm, and I wore a dress. My hair fitted with jewels, and my dress made of silk. As I looked on, two women lay before me. They had a devilish look upon their faces, almost like jealousy.
Whispers were spoken between them, and some came from around the room. In walked the man I had seen earlier. The same sad eyes looked upon my body. I felt trapped, but continued to look at those eyes.
"Do you know who I am?" He asked me.
"You are not Sebastian," I muttered.
"No, I am not," He responded.
