Countess Cara
Chapter II
A hellish fire casts itself upwards around the moon, the dancing inferno bringing with it a symphony of wailing and human suffering.
The small village was completely drenched in carnage, dismembered corpses littering the streets, while nearly every home was set ablaze with a crackling fire. One group of townsmen cries out when a limp, discarded body goes flying through the air, crashing into a gory mess all over a large drawbridge.
The villagers frantically trample each other as they all sprint across the grassy landscape, one girl suddenly dropping to her knees as she turns a stone wall, using her arms to take most of the impact with a cry.
A look of betrayal comes over her young and pretty face as she watches the others run past her. Her crystal blue eyes wince as she rubs the grassy mud from her arms and cute village dress, looking around frantically to realize she was out in the open!
Mwah!
Her head suddenly turns with a gasp when she hears what sounds like...kissing, followed by a sinister girly chuckling.
“Muhahaha~”
Her heart nearly freezes inside her chest as she watches the shadowy outline of a tall and very endowed woman slide her way around an entranced guard. The feminine spector vanishes with a giggle as he slowly turns around with hearts in his eyes, and a black smoochmark over his mouth.
“Kill for my Countess...Must kill for my Countess...” He declares in monotone, raising his crossbow to the girl!
The young woman runs for her life, her Victorian boots kicking up chunks of dirt and grass as she flies past the gruesome carnage, a steel bladed crucifix flying past her blonde hair.
The black ends of her honey mane flows in the rushing wind behind her, almost fading completely into shadows once she presses herself up against the stone wall, embers illuminating her face.
Eventually she turns a corner to catch her breath, touching her forehead through her yellow and black hair, sweat and grime staining between her fingers.
Her expression returns to the night sky, becoming more distraught by the dreadful howling in the distance. She takes a moment to catch her breath, glancing to the moon with a sigh, unaware of my tall and busty outline grinning right behind her.....
My playful shadow quickly fades back into the darkness once she investigates, only for me to appear right in her face as she turns her head!
“...Eeee I knew that adorable mane could only be one person!! Aha fancy meeting you here!”
She gasps when I give her a tight, squishing hug, burying her face into the nation that was my chest.
“I am such a fan of your stuff with crypt Keeper! Ha! Was always wondering when you and I would cross paths~”
Her pupils shrink when she hears my voice, all chirpy and inviting, a sharp contrast to my menacing appearance. I slowly release her, glancing around to the fiery mayhem sweeping the landscape while playfully strutting closer.
“Wha—....What—....” She gasps out, clutching her chest. One sniff and I can tell her adrenaline is going wild.
“Tell ya what, before I do this, why don’t I sign your copy of Aladdin, and you sign my Jungle Book?”
I chuckle, clasping my hands together and giving my hips a sensuous shake with each step closer. Suddenly the sounds of crossbow fire forces me to speed things along.
“Crap...Oh for such a meeting of the minds to be cut short like this. Shame, gonna feel bad when you see what happens to the property value of this place.”
My laughter fills the air as she nervously steps backwards, clutching her chest and gasping when she sees my eyes brighten with a hypnotic red glow. I drop the cowl from my arm, holding it up to cover my face while my eyes shine brighter and brighter, forcing all of my mental energy into enhancing my gaze and extending my will.
As my eyes take on its warm hypnotic glow, they begin to lightly project across the moon, many of the villagers stopping dead in their tracks to look upwards in amazement.
I force my thoughts and influence through my pupils, which slowly grow wider and wider with the occasional flickers of a flaming, inverted star.
“Look into my eyes...I have your full attention now...Look deeply into my eyes..and relaxxx....”
I drop my voice to a husky whisper, giving my eyelids the occasional seductive flutter as I tossed my words across the air and into her mind. I watch as she tries to resist, attempts desperately to shield her eyes or look away, only to feel them forced wide open, involuntarily drinking as much of my stare as she could.
“That’s it...Deeper and deeper into my eyes. Falling deeper and deeper into my powerful and bewitching gaze…”
A slight gasp escapes from her soft drooping lips, her wide eyes slowly melting away into a reflection of my own bright red.
“Y-Yess...” She whispers out, and I can’t help but release an amused chuckle at the rush her submission brought me. She was such a fun subject, and falling so easily! Sigh, she reminded me much of myself not too long ago...
“From this moment on you are under my power...You are devoted entirely to your Countess…”
Snap!
“There is nothing you can see but my eyes....Nothing you can hear but my voice, guiding you deeply into my spell...”
Snap!
“And the sound of my voice, makes my trance seem oh so appealing, my suggestions oh so desirable to obey...So easy to sink deep and submit to me...”
Snap!
I snap my fingers by my hips to increase the hypnotic influence I was casting over her, smirking with delight beneath my cowl when her eyes twitch and roll back.
“Mmmnhh...Yess...Yess...My Countess...” She whispers out in a drowsy, tired voice, her head lazily dropping for a moment as she fought a losing war against the confines of beautiful tranceful rest.
I could feel her mental barriers collapsing to me, her mind giving in to my influence and surrendering all thought and control to my own. The burning red of my eyes intensifies, overpowering her will to resist even further and subduing her into my control.
“You are under my power....My eyes command you...My thoughts command you...You exist to serve me....”
Snap!
“Y-Yess...Countess...Exist...to serve...you...”
Snap!
“You are my thrall. My victim. My prey...”
Snap!
“I am your thrall...Your victim....Your prey...”
Her voice was so soft and subdued, I could barely make it out over the rampaging flames and screaming carnage behind us. But it didn’t matter, I was on a very high power trip, enjoying this immensely.
With a chuckle I cease my snapping to slowly raise my arm out before me, waving my fingers about with much dramatic flair. Her eyes open even wider, and her body struts closer to me like a mindless puppet.
“Come to me...Be my prey...And come to me...Come to me...” I begin to sway my hand, beckoning her towards me. With a slight groan the poor hypnotized girl takes one step closer, then another, raising her arms out before her as if magnetically pulled to me.
“Yess...Yess my...my Countess...”
“That’s it...Sssubmit...Give in to me, my tasty little snack... me in sssensuous death…”
“Yess...Countess...”
“Such a lovely treat you’ll be, my dear...”
“Such a lovely treat I’ll be...Countess...”
“And you will do my lashes exactly like yours...”
“I will...do your...your lash...es....”
I can’t help but let out a dark, maniacal chuckle, dropping the cloak from my face and letting my eyes return to normal once she’s inescapably mine. My hands gently grip her shoulders, giving her a soft, friendly smirk while iring her new glowing, hypnotized eyes.
“We gotta do brunch again soon, sister~”
I suddenly push her back and dig my fangs deep inside her neck, her soft voice gasping as I feel an overwhelming force seize control over my senses.
“Mmmmmmmmm~”
With each gulp I can feel myself growing higher and higher, forcing that pleasurable, alcoholic burn inside my throat. I begin to loudly moan, cupping the back of her head while locking her blonde hair between my fingers.
A vibrant energy deep inside me festers, jittering inside my chest and forcing me to giggle into my biting smooch. I continue to suction my mouth harder, savoring the taste of her life energy and just how incredible it felt washing down.
Hiya!
CRACK!
I’m suddenly pulled from my seductive dance with her by a slight tickle against my backside. I drop her to the grass as I spin around, grinning even more wickedly when I see a woman dressed in a sleek trench coat, her red hair fastened into a bun.
CRACK!
She gives my chest another painless snap of her whip, my eyes looking towards the crossbow in her other hand.
“Ooo, finally this place hired security. You wouldn’t happen to have a set of handcuffs by chance?~”
The whip flies through the air with another CRACK!, wrapping around my wrist as I let out a maniacal and playful laugh. I yank it from her grasp, letting it fly into a torched cottage behind me as she readies her crossbow.
Thwap!
Tilting just slightly out of the way, I touch my hips and watch a metallic crucifix pierce itself into the stone wall, turning back to her with an amused look in my flirty, half closed eyes.
“Pff, really, a plus sign? You’d be better off tossin’ Creed tracks at me!” I place my hand to my chest with a laugh.
“Silence witch! You’ll die in the name of God!”
She cries out, reloading her bow with another steel cross. But I move faster than she can fire, forcing her against the stone wall and ripping the weapon from her.
“You mean that creepy voyeur who’s always stalking around my Insta?”
Slash!
My nails rip across her throat, my eyes dilating wide open when they’re greeted by a flowing red river dripping across her body. The enticing aroma grabs me, and I can’t stop myself from lunging into her open neck wound.
“Mmmmmm~”
My tongue flicks inside her open flesh, the sweet, honey tasting nectar trailing down my throat. I let out a soft, almost orgasmic moan, gripping her body tighter and wrapping my exposed leg around her as I drink, the life fading from her eyes...
“Countess....”
I smack lips together with an ‘Ah!’, dropping the empty corpse as one would discard a soda can. My nails curl into the wind, licking the blood from my face as I stretch them out with a satisfied purr.
“...Hm...B Positive. Shame. I much prefer O Negative...”
I giggle, feeling the air around me growing suddenly colder and damper. The flames around me begin to diminish, as a looming, devilish presence casts its shadow over me.
“Countess....”
The cold shiver up my spine is a welcome one, my shark-like grin widening at the sight of my blasphemous beloved....
“Here’s my favorite undead horror!” I chirp as I spin around to face him, purring like a happy minx and studying his enticing features.
Despite his age, my unholy better half doesn’t look a day over twenty six, his face young and boyish, and yet so mysteriously sexy. His dark hair was messy and gelled, and he was sporting a vintage Bathory t-shirt that looked so perfect and hot on him.
I wrap my long arms around his thin frame, pulling him into my bosom and welcoming his lips to my own with a loud, wet smooch.
“A few groceries, huh? Looks to me you wanted the whole Ralph’s! Someone’s got the munchies~”
He grips me tightly while I laugh, giving my cheek a soft kiss.
“I’ll it I’ve been snackish of late. But we both know there’s only one dish truly worth salivating over~” He bites his fangs into my ear, causing me to moan.
“And I’m glad to see my beautiful queen has developed her taste for death.”
He releases me, letting out a chuckle as I run my hands down his irresistible shoulders.
“Well, an acquired taste...” I retort, my grin like a row of knives. I notice a small bloodstain near the top of his black shirt, and I lean into his chest to lick my tongue against the fabric.
“....Just like cocaine is an acquired taste!”
My laughter fills the night air, the two of us taking a stroll deeper into the ablaze village, arm in loving undead arm.
“You’re not perturbed then? I saw you placed an order, but I much prefer to catch my own game.”
His voice was just as sexy as the night we met, so cool, deep and commanding, I could almost hear him speaking inside me.
“Eh, what am I supposed to do, get mad at a good time? Sure beats when we went to burning man.”
I shrug my shoulders, before a flame extends from my hand, scorching a group of vampire hunters who flail around, screaming in agony.
“Besides, not like I’ve never snuck out for a smoke before.”
He tosses a limp corpse aside after draining it,
while I licked the bit of blood around my pitch black claws. My attention is suddenly drawn to a fleeing young girl who stabs me in the shoulder, and I smirk to the blade, not even having felt a thing,
Snap! I yank it free from my body, holding the knife to examine it.
“Still, the Phlegethon isn’t half as lovely without you there to haunt its halls with me.“
My talons run across the blade, dropping it to the grass as my head spins around exorcist style, my body slowly following suit. I begin feeling magnetized to my husband, my clit tingling while I bathe in his dark energy, letting out a soft contented sigh.
I fucking love when he does that~
“Whaddya say we head back, and I’ll let you eat something else?~” I give my hips a playful shake, inviting him closer with another purr.
His gothic face lights up with excitement at my words, looking like he’s just won the lottery! But his vision quickly darkens, and his previously sexy and confident demeanor suddenly sours at the firing of a crossbow behind me.
“Cara!”
I hear him shout my name, moving impossibly fast to push me down. My pillowy breasts cushion my fall, digging my hands into the dirt, and I release a loud gasp when my husband falls next to my face.
“Nefastus!!!”
Quickly I crawl my way over to him, gripping his hand in mine, and holding back pained sobs as I examined the silver cross piercing through his chest.
Bloody red tears stream down my face, gripping the soft fabric of his shirt tightly between my fingers, and feeling my claws reflexively dig into his skin as a loving kitten might.
“C-Cara...” He gasps my name, tilting even further into the blanket of grass beneath us. A black liquid runs down from his mouth, and I can do nothing to stop the pained sobs escaping me like a weeping choir.
His gleaming red eyes slowly fade back into a soft blue, his cheeks blushing and refilling with blood once more after countless centuries.
“No...My prince...”
I watch in horror as the body of my beloved slowly melts away into a black, oily substance, my poor husband letting a final beastial scream as he dissolves into an ashy muck...
“No!! No!!! Fuck!!”
My fiery gaze scowls to his killer, watching him reload his crossbow as he steps closer.
“Vampire scum. Rot in hell with your boyfriend.”
His lips curl in a smirk, satisfaction on his face as I wept above the stained grass where my everything had been. And looking at his stupid grin only pisses me off more. With my nails dug deep into the earth, I close my eyes, and begin to call out mentally, tossing my subconscious across the ether...
With my eyes closed, and my concentration away from me, I don’t see him position the crucifix before my chest, placing the bladed end right to my tits. His eyes open wide, clearly enticed by my cleavage, and at having me so powerless, before his fingers squeeze the trigger.
TWAP!
The hunter cries when his own crossbow is suddenly shattered into his face, Erika gripping the weapon in her hands and releasing a loud snore. Her eyes are fully red, and she tosses it to the grass without a semblance of awareness.
“Must...Obey...My Countess...” She drones in a lazy and monotone voice, keeping the hunter’s attention on herself as I rise back to my feet. He draws a pistol, and my body limply returns to the earth when he takes aim at my head.
BANG!
At first he looks relieved, a trail of thick smoke running into the sky from my face. But an intense dread overtakes his soul when he sees my hands twitch, the air filling with an angry hiss…
My disted neck snaps itself back into place, slowly rising back up without moving. The right half of my face was gory and disfigured, my soft pink flesh stretching to reform itself over my bones like bloody rubber.
BANG!
BANG!
He fires off two more shots, neither of which I feel as they pierce through my shoulder and abdomen.
After a few empty clicks he drops the pistol with pure, unfiltered terror in his eyes, Erika slowly turning to whisper a soft ‘Zzzzz...’ as her red eyes close. Before she even hits the ground he’s already fleeing, my angry screeching following him like a banshee wherever he runs.
He sprints inside a small church untouched by our carnage, collapsing before the podium, and shrieking when he sees my vampiric shadow materialize by the entrance.
My heels send a river of fire with each step I take inside the church, every crucifix on the wall slowly spinning to invert at my ing. I watch through scowling eyes as he rushes to the far end of the church, an inferno of death trailing behind me as I follow.
“Of all the nights to have a full tummy. Shame. So much good flesh to waste.”
He drops to his knees, grabbing a few bits of wood, holding them together and up to me like a cross.
“Holy father...Who art in heaven...Hallowed be thy na-AHHHH!!”
His pitiful display is interrupted by me digging my claws into his chest, raising him up to the wall above me and relishing in the pained gasps as I dig them deeper into my husband’s killer.
“Tell your boyfriend upstairs to STAY OFF MY FUCKING SOCIALS!!”
His screams as I dismember him tickles my erogenous zones, my flower blossoming to his violent cries of anguish. The church collapses onto us as I continue to screech and tear him apart like wet butter, the flames enveloping into a sky high inferno...
A small girly bat circles around the full moon back outside the Phlegethon, and I appear from the shadows with a frown. With a small ice box in my hand, I rest the other against our front entrance...my front entrance...gently tapping the sleek metal with my nails…
The night screams suddenly didn’t sound quite so enticing…