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the heart of a monster – part 3

My teeth were coming out to play like kids smelling what mummy is cooking in the kitchen. Running my tongue along their smooth surface, feeling their sharp-eagerness, I allowed him to lead me away into the night.

“Don’t worry, I know a short cut,” he said as if I had asked.

A light rain had begun to fall, the ground became slick and shimmering.

Shook

Shook

Shook

The noise our feet made on the wet pavement as we walked down behind the club and into the bowels and backstreets of the city.

His grip tightened on my wrist.

He seemed to grow, his hair was not as “in place” as it once was. His facade was slipping.

I no longer stumbled. But he didn’t seem to care.

I slowed down and he gave me a forceful tug. “Come on, you fucking slut,” he said.

But … no one makes me do anything.

The photograph in my pocket of the dead girl, burned.

I was sorry I could only kill him once. But it was okay. Once… would be enough.

Glancing back, baby face gone, he gave me a harsher tug.

I stopped completely.

It always seemed to take them a few moments to realise that this wasn’t going their way. As if they had whole-heartedly expected to continue their ways. As if they would not pay for their sins. As if the bogeyman wouldn’t catch up with them eventually.

My sisters had found me. They lurked in the shadows around us.

Some freshly made. Dolls unable to use their new bodies yet.

Others as old as I. As nimble as cats, silent as spiders.

I watched the predators face change as it dawned on him that I was not moving anywhere.

His eyes slid up my arm,

Skin pale as cream.

Up to my body,

No longer glamoured to appear as his drunk girl.

And then… my face.

Fear is not the first thing to cross his face. Anger makes a show of itself.

“What the fuck is this?” he says, puffing himself up like a cornered alley cat.

A bin lid fell to the ground, the clamour echoing in the alley and I imagine how scared his prey must’ve been.

Sickness in bellies.

Realisation hitting them in the guts.

The terror of knowing you probably won’t see another sunrise.

And they would be right.

He flinches.

My sisters snarl in the darkness. His fear is growing although he still grips my wrist.

I wrench him in close to me and let him stare into my eyes. Fear drenches him like sweat and I smile, showing him my rows of teeth.

“I… you…”

He pisses himself like a puppy.

I used to make big speeches. Telling them about how they have done wrong and I am here to make it right. I haven’t done that in decades.

“V… vamp…” he stammers,

body shivering

adrenaline thinning his blood

making it all the more sweeter.

“No, sweetie, we are not vampires.”

He looks around at the moving shadows.

“We are the Filia Sanguine,

and we have come for your heart.”

He doesn’t have time to scream as I reach my had down his throat to pull out his vocal cords and sink my teeth into his jugular.

My midnight hair cascaded down his back as I held him close, pulling his shivering body into mine. The warm sweetness filled my mouth and I drank.

Again and again

I gulped down his nectar.

My sisters joined me.

Sharing him.

Tearing away his clothes.

Biting him all over.

Blood letting

Purging impurities

Detoxing him of his evil

And filling our bellies with his life.

I pulled away and allowed my sister to have their fill. I watched him, staring at me as if he didn’t know what he had done to deserve this.

The light slowly fading from his eyes.

This is when I used both hands to peel away the flesh on his chest like a mandarin.

I tore open his ribcage

Cracking bone

And removed his heart.

The final part of this story will be posted tomorrow…

I hope you are all enjoying it. Thank you so much for reading, commenting and sharing.

I literally write and post, no editing at all (lol cause I am totes professional ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ) so if you see a typo or any gaping plot holes, feel free to let me know.

I will only cry a little.

Love

Amberley

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22 thoughts on “the heart of a monster – part 3”

  1. I didn’t find any typos nor gaping pot-holes, so there’s no need to cry dear girl. I thoroughly savoured your tasty and gruesome morning menu, especially the lines.
    “Blood letting
    Purging impurities
    Detoxing him of his evil”.
    Awesomely good words. So now may I munch on my innocent little Weet-bix, and sip on my refreshing lemon & ginger tea, with the fear of “Filia Sanguine” lurking over my shoulder. xx
    I’m somberly and slowly chewing on my brekkie to the beat of your superb choice of music.

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  2. Filia Sanguine… Perfect! Your writing flows well and feels natural, and I love the revenge aspect of it, the justice!
    Awesome, Amberley! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜โค

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  3. Olivia is smiling! You can write these well! I’m like… call Netflix… Amazon! We’ve got a hit series!

    Delicious writing! Closure has never felt so good. I have to admit… the gruesome scene… made me smile. It was deliciously written but also it made me glad for it.

    God! Inspiration for some dark writing! ๐Ÿ˜ I haven’t done that in a while. Not this kind anyway.

    I think you might enjoy reading a certain blogger I hate to admit I like. This reminds me of her… I’ll message you.

    Wonderful! Love this… a lot!

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    1. Lmfao… call Netflix. You are adorbs.

      But if a rep from Netflix is reading this… I love you. All hail Netflix.

      I’m so so so happy you are enjoying my crazy scibblings.
      Yessss! Dark Melon!!! I want dark Melon!
      Message me, cuteness.
      All the love my loveliest of lovelies!!!!! ๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜™

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  4. Filia Sanguine love blood…where do you get reference from? I googled but no clear source. Mandarin reference got me. Ming dynasty. LOL. This is the type of writing I love and the music is undoubtedly haunting. I can safely say that among the music I have heard on all blogs recently yours is most intriguing. Thanks Amberley!

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    1. I made up this creature… I translated blood=Sanguine and daughter=Filia from Latin.
      But the creature… I tried looking for a vampire-like creature who would fit my story but I couldn’t…
      I’m so glad you are enjoying it!
      Thank you so much coming by and for sharing!

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      1. Afferte Mihi Mortem

        Salvation lies in the ash of the flesh, in the blood of the saint
        Revelation spelled damnation to those abandoned of the heretics shade

        The order of the shadow will ease their pain
        The saint has come to speak now: Hear the gospel of the fallen

        Afferte Mihi Mortem Da Mihi Laudens Serpens

        The end of the cancer that has eaten away on our so called sin
        Lies on the back of the slave nations who never served the penitent

        The order of the shadow will ease their pain
        The saint has come to speak now: Hear the gospel of the fallen

        Afferte Mihi Mortem Da Mihi Laudens Serpens

        Thou must repent to save the soul
        We will walk in the light

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