Countess Cara
Chapter I
The cold night air pierces through my soft lungs as I step outside, my eyes watching the deep white mist freeze before me like some dancing wispy spector, reaching its hand out to stroke my cheek like an affectionate ghost.
A beautiful full moon above me pulls my deep blue eyes into its cold, enticing glow, the wind gently flowing through my soft brown locks. My girlish features brighten under the moonlight, while a single tear runs down my face.
Normally Halloween was my favorite day of the year, but 2022 was proving to be yet another in a long series of disappointments.
I wasn’t exactly that dressed up either, just wearing a normal gothic blouse and witch hat. I place it over my chest after fanning myself, and reach inside my bra to retrieve my phone.
Honestly I would have much preferred to be back at my apartment, snuggling with my kitty, losing myself in a book, or watching a horror movie. Maybe next year, I would just go to a bar and enjoy my own company...
As I survey my recent call log, my heart pangs to the snickering behind me, my eyes trailing back to stare at three girls.
The tallest one scowls to me through her Columbina mask, her hair wrapped up in a long, unending ponytail. She shows me her middle finger, and whispers to her friends before they all descend into a cacophony of bitchy cackling.
Stay ur ass outside skank
A few tears leak down my face, as my trembling finger hovers over ‘delete message’ for what feels like eternity. I look to my sniffling reflection in my basic nails, before sliding my phone back within my modest bosom with a defeated sigh.
…
“Ah!”
My eyes reopen, and I fill the air with a startled gasp, when I notice a small daddy longlegs on the brush beside me. I quickly step back, feeling my heart accelerate at the sight of even such a tiny arachnid, his legs crawling around like little needles. Ugh, it made me feel like fainting.
Another tear runs down my cheek, but I quickly wipe my face when I hear the slider open.
“Cara?...What are you doing out here?”
I spin around to lock eyes with my friend, watching the sharpie kitten drawn around her face becoming distraught once she notices my watery eyes and smudged makeup.
“Oh God, did that bitch say something to you?” Her face etches with a scowl, stepping closer and gently patting my shoulders.
“Honestly I think she only came here to start shit with others. Want me to throw them out again?” She makes a balled up fist, gritting her teeth.
“Oh, no no, I’m fine, really.” I quickly stammer out between sniffs, rubbing my arm across my face.
“Just another eyetoke is all. I should wear my glasses or something.” I sniff, giving her a small smile and gripping my witch hat tightly in my fingers.
“Are you sure, sweetie? You know I don’t mind punching out some rude ass bitch at my part—”
“No no, I hate violence, none of that please.” I flutter my eyes, dissipating the rainy sadness from my vision. My friend smiles at me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder as I place my witch hat back on my head.
“Why don’t we get you another vodka tonic then? You only live once, right?”
We both laugh as she gently leads me back inside.
“That’s true, you never know when you’re gonna bite it....”
My shadowy eyelids quickly flutter wide open, revealing my bright red irises.
They scan across the dark and decrepit bedroom like a pair of wandering flames. I uncross my arms from my chest, revealing my ample bosom and razor sharp fangs as I stretch and yawn, my claws extending outwards into the surrounding wood coffin like a limbering kitten’s.
I was dressed in a black, off shoulder silk gown, the soft midnight colored fabric hugging my hourglass figure, the pale white complexion of my exposed leg enticed by the cold dark metal wrapped around my calf.
“Fuck! Well that settles it then; no more Latin blood past sunrise!”
My lips pucker and extend with a chuckle, placing my arms out and examining the long black nails running from the tips of my fingers like blades. Knifelike fangs smirk to my pentagram inspired ring, before I give my hefty breasts a playful shake.
“Ahhh, back to just the way I like it....
...Undead...Unpublished...
...And treatin’ you hypno loving beauties with another round of kinky vampy love!!”
The white blades behind my black lips reveal themselves like a grinning shark’s, straightening my hair with a flick as I step from my coffin. A loud click sounds as I leap from the red cushions, landing on my pitch black heels, which helped push me up to a healthy 6′5.
Ah it was such a beautiful evening, I can’t help but whistle a tune as I slowly dance my way across all the gothic furniture, the confines of my bedroom bathed in an eerie blackness that felt more than welcoming to me.
Shuffle-Shuffle-Shuffle
A giant, fuzzy movement in my peripheral vision suddenly grabs my attention.
My red eyes widen, and my toothy grin sharpens into a wider smile when I spy an abundance of large, hairy legs creeping across the shelf above me, accompanied by an array of eyes peering down to me as if to say ‘You’re finally awake?’
“Beatrice! Sister! The Phlegethon looks spotless, and I love what you’ve done with the foyer!” I clasp my hands together, giving the overgrown arachnid an adoring look.
When I extend my open palm out to her, she happily crawls aboard, her long, hairy legs tickling my porcelain skin. It felt more like I was clutching a fully grown cat, rather than a spider.
Her mandibles give me a loving brush against my cheek, while her many eyes rise up to my beaming expression, surveying my shadowy eyelids and pitch black lips. Another advantage of vampirism: permanent gothic makeup.
My two fingers reach inside my cleavage, retrieving a wad of hundred dollar bills.
“Why don’t you take the night off, darling, visit that new Krispy Kreme down the road and web up a nice hunk for yourself.”
With a giggle I place the cash between her gigantic pinchers, practically drenching the green paper money in soaking red venom. I set my theraphosa girlfriend down and watch her scamper off a coffee table with a smile.
“Speaking of hunks, where the haysoos is mine?”
My hands rest on my hips, while my perfect 66/66 vision scans across the large bedroom, before landing on a small paper note taped by the dungeon shaped entrance.
“Honeybuns, stepped out for some groceries, be back in a sec-Aww now isn’t that sweet of him!“
I read aloud, crumpling the paper in my burning, crushing grasp with a squeal.
“Still, we gotta work on gettin’ you a cell phone, honey.”
...
I thrust my hips and buttocks playfully around as I slink down the hallway like a monella midnight kitty, dancing to an eerie tempo audible to myself.
A tiny flame appears by the end of my finger as I strut across my mansion, using the small glowing ember to light a few candles, before sparking the end of a cigarette in a long black holder, leaking a trail of smokey dark skulls.
The open fireplace comes to life with a whirling inferno, once I toss a hand sized flame inside. My shadow cascades across a mountainous bookshelf like a gamboling spirit, sweeping across the unending literature with a gleeful chuckle.
As I spin past an open window, my razory smile quickly flashes across the surface of the full moon, iring my pearly whites. Hey, who needs mirrors anyway when you can just use our lunar neighbor?
My long talons run across a small, translucent scotch glass, enjoying and swishing around a deep red ethanol. After stepping downstairs, I circle my finger around the glass in a spiraling motion, letting it gently float in the air above my grasp without a second thought.
…
My eyebrows raise, and my expression becomes stern when I suddenly come face to face with a glowing translucent chest seated in the center of a small lounge. My fingers snap, causing the drink to vanish in a puff of skull shaped smoke along with my cigarette.
With my arms behind my back I slowly approach the ghostly container, a pair of iron green chains seeming to trail into the walls behind it.
Suddenly the room around me illuminates with a viridescent glow, each wall being slowly overtaken by a swarth of hooked chains, digging into the wood and brick as if they were soft flesh.
I watch with half-lidded amusement as a glowing corpse floats from the walls, the appearance of a dead and decayed man, his hair floating behind him while chains wrapped around his suit-covered body.
“WOE...IS...ME....!”
The wraith exclaims to my bored face, which quickly lights up with a stream of laughter.
“Oh I felt the same way when I cut out all AB from my diet.” I chirp between giggles, smoothing out my gown before spinning away from the spirit.
“But we all have to make sacrifices.
Cold...bloody…preferably virginal sacrifices....”
I raise my nails up into the hallway light, clutching my hand into a fist. My pupils light up with sparking flames, which quickly dissipate when I hear the apparition’s voice.
“Come on, witch. I haven’t had a drop of wine in nearly two centuries, all we have in the void is lousy spirits!”
He hovers closer to me, dragging his wallbound chains along with him as I run my nails across his ghostly chest.
“Awn sorry Marley, you won’t get any sympathy from a heart that isn’t beating. Especially not for a floating…sack of…spunk.”
I give him a small wink, smirking as I turn my attention back to the box. It creaks open with a kick of my heels, my red eyes scanning across the collection of daggers, knives and cleavers, meathooks and claws stained with dripping red flesh.
“Pfft What are these, like, your butt plugs?”
I barely stifle my laughter, kicking it shut with my exposed knee. The haunting spector simply grumbles at me, clutching his chains in his hands as he floats around my vision.
“Hope you lubed up first, bottom banshee~”
“All who touch the box will taste of eternal torment and pain! Their senses will open to the suffering of the dead!!” He spews into my unimpressed gaze.
“Ooow, ouch, we wouldn’t want that. Guess I’ll just stick to playin’ with my own box then.”
I giggle madly to myself, wrapping my arms around my silk covered body.
“Speaking of eternal torment...I know we didn’t really talk about rent when you first moved in here, but now this little…haunting thing is start—”
“Begone witch! Look to see me no more, or I’ll tear your Christmas apart…!”
I sigh as he slips back into the walls, dragging his chains and box with him as his ghostly wailing slowly trails off...
“Yeah...Well, keep it down past midday! You wake me up again, and I’m gettin’ the ouija board!”
...
My hand opens to gently caress the cool night wind, quietly wishing I could breathe and taste its icy spikes in my lungs once more, my stiletto heels clicking against the cement before quieting over a soft grassy tundra.
With a playful hum, I soon find my attention being drawn to the far end of the yard, watching a black, basket sized protoplasmic mass of flesh. The collection of tendrils, teeth, and unforming eyes slowly crawls its way closer to me, tongues draping from its many open smiling mouths.
“Come here, Maxwell! Good boy!”
I chirp, reaching down to pet one of the long rubbery tendrils as it extends towards me, listening to a myriad of barking from the many faceless lips. The eyes glance up into my own with a mindless excitement, bubbling into nonexistence across the gelatinous, slimy black flesh.
“Arf! Arf! Arf arf!”
The creature barks to me with happy playfulness, jumping around in a circle before waving its many tendrils like excited tails.
“My my, aren’t we an excited eldritch horror! Hold on sweetie, I think I’ve got what you’re looking for right here!”
I pull the top of my gown dangerously close to revealing my full, womanly splendor, digging around inside my bosom, before finally pulling free a dark purple chew toy.
It was shaped like a vegetable with eyes and wings, and I give it a small squeak in my clutching claws, waving the elder toy above my head.
“Get it, Maxwell! Get the capitalist oppressor!”
I shout, watching the cosmic horror before me leap and bound about with joy. His tendrils shake across the air with excitement as I toss it across our yard and into some bushes, his unforming body leaving a trail of thick slime as he hurriedly crawls after it...
Headstones and mossy grave coverings my hips, giving them a shake and a hum as I gently nudge open a small wicker fence at the end of the yard. Brown autumn leaves my hair, a soft and enticing melody escaping my lips while I twirl myself across the dark patio.
Sharp white carvings stick from the ground around me like decayed mammoth tusks, surrounding a small moat of blood red liquid. A few muffled screams emerge from the webbed up cocoons stuck to the moldy old trees, which gripped upwards into the night sky like wrapping elongated fingers covered in thick white mist.
I giggle to myself as I the cobwebbed suffering, tilting my head to the moon upwards.
“What a lovely night to observe the beauty of death~”
I whisper, watching the reflection of my deep red irises over the bright lunar surface.
Resting my back against a mound of skulls, I cross my arms and smirk to the plywood boxes littered around the garden like decorative toys, each one containing a number of live humans squished and forced together.
“Yes, today’s snacks! Honestly, my Goredash drivers never send me the picture anymore.”
My smile suddenly fades when I hear a scream about the night wind, fixing my blood red gaze across the vast countryside to study a blazing light just over the farthest hill.
A woman shrieks and a man screams in unquestionable agony while I watch the grassy mountain, alive with the flickering of what was no doubt hell fire.
“Frightened cries of pain? On my night air? How is one to resist such an invitation...?” My witchy hat is pulled from my chest, and I use it to lightly fan my face before discarding it to the wind, letting it blow towards my smiling expression across the moon.
“I suppose the Queen of the Night should make her grand entrance, before all the good treats are gone~”
I chuckle evilly while giving my arm a flick, a small cowl draping from below my elbow and wrist.
“By the typing of my thumbs, something sexy this way comes!”
Holding it up to my face, my eyes burn with a fiery whirlpool, and I give another lovingly evil laugh as I spin myself around into a wispy, formless shadow, a small bat gliding itself across the moonlight and towards the enticing screams…