Wash Away With Blood

The moon wove through her hair as she walked among the slightly crumbling stones. The wind picked upand chills ran down her spine. Her mind was a jumble of incoherent thoughts. Her eyes were huge and bloodshot, her hair was a tangle mess, and the hospital garb was not good for this weather.

She tried to think back on what happened two days ago. Only screams and confusion surfaced in her brain. She also remembered with a grim smile that none of the big men in the white uniforms chased after as she slipped out the gates of the cold gray building. She was more confused than scared. No one came for her yet. She read those inscriptions for hours on end. At night she would sleep in a family crypt. She didn’t know to fear this place. This was the land of rapists and thieves. This place was silence. The city outside was very genteel yet she never left the walls of the cemetary. She felt so safe. She headed for the crypt on the far side of the necropolis. She was tired and hungry. Sleep quieted the hunger pains.As she walked, she thought of the place she came from. It was a sad place. The people called there called her Evangaline but it was wrong. Her close people called her Eve. Where were her close people? Sometimes she could even remember that strange night that she started to be taken by them. That was always just a glimmer though. Her mind usually just went from thought to thought and to her; they were a new day with each one.Then she heard something new in her head. Not more voices. Please, no voices now. They frightened her so badly. They also kept her up with memories and the hunger pains did not fade unless she was asleep. She just wanted the pain to go away, the hunger.But this voice was kind and it had no urgency in it what so ever. The other always pulled at her. This one was inside of her yet it was coming from the outside of her. It told her to follow. She was tired but the voice was so….kind. It also had something deeper in it. Something that made her neck, breasts, and genitails throb with an unknow heat. Confusion clouded her head for a moment and she was lost. The voice quickly picked her up and this thyme a new insanity grabbed her. She wanted something strange for the first thyme in her life, she wanted another being.She flew through the huge stone Garden of Death on nimble feet. She ran so fast, a sleeping theif thought she ws a ghost that had been frightened by the Devil. This man had a heart attack and died.The voice stopped at a huge torch-lit crypt and an eerie music poured from it. The music wrapped in her and around her. She fell into an ecstasy. Her whole body throbbed with pleasure. She breathed harder and harder. Then the music stopped. She crumbled onto the ground. She shuddered as her body rised and fell with each breathe. Then she felt cold fingers on her shoulder. She looked up. Above her was a guant white face, black hair and red lips. She moaned and slipped away.When she woke, she screamed. Her mind raced with thought for her well-being. Then they quickly changed to getting out and away. Then she stopped. Her thoughts were in line. She knew who she was and what happened. She moved to stand, and a stabbing pain raced through her neck. Her hand brushed the two tiny puncture wounds. She heard a door open. The man came up to her. She was to scared to think. He touched her face and the ecstasy from the music ran through her body. Her told her it was thyme.He then led her to a whipping rack and tied her on to it. He drove his teeeth into her neck. She felt like this teeth were driven inyo her soul. He sucked until she had a mind-numbing orgasm. Then he left her. She sat there as pains shot through her body, She was sure she was dying. Then the pain stopped. She quite easily got up. And she could smell the blood of the man who made her come into sanity and darkness. She could also smell the blood of the man who raped her into insanity. She was ready for the hunt.The Nymph