Countess Cara
Chapter III
The sweet embrace of strawberry vodka wraps around my tongue, forcing me to smile at the pleasurable burn that follows. I’d never been much into hard alcohol, but I had to it, I definitely felt more relaxed with a drink like this in my hand.
I run my tongue across my lips as I savor the taste, glancing around my friend’s party and the paper mache pumpkin hanging above the makeshift bar. It was so weird to see her house decorated and crowded with people like this,
and I begin to lose myself in the music, vibing to the industrial metal and punk.
My head gently nods along while my eyes study the flashing lights, refilling my blue solo cup from a bottle on the counter, before I feel my friend rushing behind me.
“Guess who I just talked to~” She chirps to me through a sing-songy voice, gripping my shoulders tightly with a giggle and drawing a laugh from me.
Turning around I have to bite my lips at how excited she looks. At first I’m expecting her to tell me there’s some guy she likes here, or some influencer showed up or something. Despite us growing up together, I’d always been a tiny bit jealous of how much more outgoing and popular she was.
But my eyes open wide, and my heart skips a beat, as she whispers the name ‘Enrique’ into my ear.
“In my kitchen-and he can not stop talking about you! It’s so obvious he wants to score~”
My face beams with a smile at her words. I try and play it off, tilting down to study my intoxicant, and allowing the flashy party lights to slightly hide my blushing cheeks.
“More like he wants to score another eighth from me.” I giggle, the two of us laughing as I take another sip.
“Come on, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. The way he blushes when you hug him. And, he asked if you were wearing the Leia thing again.”
Instantly a snicker escapes me, and I pound the rest of my drink, setting the empty cup down and letting myself naturally relax into the friendly warmth slowly kissing my senses.
“Okay, okay...How do I look?” I spin around, adjusting my witchy hat and giving my breasts a slight nudge up.
“Like the hottest witch bitch in here now go tap that ass for me!”
I make my way down the hallway with a smirk, turning to face the kitchen on the other side of the room. My vision wasn’t the best, but I could totally see Enrique clad in a black grim reapers outfit, relaxing against a marble counter while chatting with another boy in a striped white t-shirt and red hat.
“But I mean, clearly ebola-chan is like, the cutest of them.”
“Uh-huh.” Enrique doesn’t look too interested in his conversation, lightly swishing his half empty beer bottle around his hand. I thought it was actually really cute that he’d brought his own plastic scythe, letting it rest against his shoulder.
Sigh, how I wish it was myself resting there instead...
His deep hazel eyes light up with excitement however, when he glances to the left and spies me. An enormous smile comes over his face, taking a moment to gaze across the room into my own, as if he were iring me.
“Cara!” He quickly stands up, and that twinkle in his beautiful eyes just seems to hypnotize and draw me to him. I find myself lost in a dreamy haze as I strut closer, eager to give him a hug and...maybe even a kiss...just a small one on the cheek, to say hello…
Mm..But the thought of kissing him fully on his lips was making my heart race fast. My tummy starts to jitter with pangs of excitement—only to drop off a steep ledge into an icy despair as the rude bitch from earlier quickly steps her tall frame before my sight, glancing down to me with contempt through her mask.
She smirks, lowering her face covering by its stick to reveal her devious expression to me, her ponytail twisting forever in an unending swirl.
“Who let the skank back in?”
Her words are venomous and rotten, and I let out a sudden gasp as she splashes her drink right into my face....
“Arf! Arf arf arf!”
My red eyes quickly reopen with a groan, glowing slightly in the ebony darkness of my parlor. One of the slick, oily tongues from my pet shoggoth’s many mouths runs across my face, splashing me with wet saliva.
“Fffffuuu-uuckk....”
I groan out once more, slowly and grudgingly rising myself back up into a sitting position on the floor. My eyelids flutter as I come back to, my blurry vision gradually clearing to reveal the gory mess before me.
Organs and limbs were scattered all over the parlor table in a vile, bloody mess, small rivers of blood trickling down from discarded appendages. My attention slowly trails across the flesh and bones surrounding a small pink box, printed with the words “General Leng’s Donuts.”
“Shit...Haven’t binged like this since Hong Kong.” I sigh, rubbing my face and curling my knees up, using my hand to gently push Maxwell’s waving tendrils from my face.
“Arf arf arf!”
With a sigh I slowly rise myself back up, the small box flipping open to reveal an array of arachnid eyes studying me, a large television in the corner flickering with static as I depart the living room.
“Takeout always goes right to my thighs...”
My eyes close and I give my temples a rub, my face looking slightly hungover as I walk up the stairs. I give the top of my gown a strong pull, my full chest nearly spilling out when I smoosh my open cleavage together, before allowing my arms to dangle limply by my sides with a depressed sigh.
Beatrice slowly crawls out from the confines of her donut box, her enormous fuzzy fangs coated in red jelly. Her eight legs gently pull her off the bloody and unkempt table, while her many eyes glance to the mess I’ve made with annoyance before scampering after me...
My soft sobs fill the midnight air, my eyes glancing upwards from my palms to study their own watery red reflection over the moonlight. With another pained cry I bury my face back into my arms, letting myself fall down into a weeping position on the rooftop of my manor.
Long red tears stream down from my eyes, greeted by Beatrice’ enormous arachnid form slowly crawling towards me when they reopen, a look of sympathy in her octuplet eyes.
Her fangs carry the small remnants of a donut between them, a tissue box trailing behind her by a long silky web.
“Thanks babe..” I tell her, taking one of the tissues and using it to wipe the blood tears from my face.
I let my long legs dangle over the roof, gazing up with a sigh to the beautiful full moon, using my reflection to touch up my messy and grief stricken appearance before the tissue disintegrates in my fingers.
“Sorry…I don’t handle loss well…” I confess to her with a sniff.
“...Nefastus brought me into a world where I felt like I actually belonged for once. I mean you didn’t know me before my death. I was just like Carrie or....Daria with a skin problem...”
My pitch black lips release another sigh, laying myself back against the tiles and fixing my large bosom.
“If only I were as good a songwriter as I am a storyteller, I’d have my own somber iconic number right now...”
My fingers lock together, resting my hands across my tummy while glancing to the overgrown tarantula beside me. It’s funny to think just a few years ago, the sight of such a large spider so close to my face probably would have given me a heart attack, and yet looking at her now, I can’t help but see her as anything other than my beautiful friend.
Actually, if anything, I’m a bit jealous of how bitching her fangs are. Sigh, even in death, my friends are prettier than me…
I watch her munch on her donut for a while longer, stretching my arms out above my head and closing my eyes. A few more blood tears leak down my cheeks, while the soft moonlight envelops me.
“Perhaps I should just lay here, and wait for the sunrise to claim me..” I sigh, tilting my face down. Slowly I turn myself over, giving a slight push and rolling my body off the roof.
“If I touch a burning candle—”
SMACK
“—I can feel no paaiii...”
SMACK
WHACK
BANG
My bones snap and break with each ledge I hit, whacking my forehead into a balcony end before
landing my spine atop a gargoyle’s head, falling face first into the front patio step...
Beatrice scampers to the ledge, her eyes glancing down to my twisted and mangled form.
For a few moments I lay completely still with my eyes closed, my red irises looking around myself in slight disappointment when they slowly flutter open.
“...Errrghh...”
My broken arm snaps itself back into place before my leg does the same, and it isn’t long until all of my limbs have fixed themselves.
“Well, that calms the shakes.” I whisper to myself, tossing my hand up as my wrist pops itself back into my arm, closing into a small fist.
Rising back up to my feet, I spin around and toss the front door open.
“And I’m still getting my steps in.”
My demeanor continues to be rather depressive and gloomy, letting out the occasional mournful sigh as I walk down my empty hallways, stopping before a fireplace in the living room. I lift a small framed picture of myself petting Maxwell in my lap, setting it back down before glancing to the other photographs on display.
My eyes fill with tears again when I look to the image of Nefastus and I clutching hands and smooching beneath a blood moon, covering my face and spinning away in pain as I sob.
I need a moment to steady myself, gently cleaning my face with a sniff, and I reach inside my bosom to place a small paper t to my lips.
“Come on...Come on...Gah!” I cry, flicking my finger and thumb together repeatedly and causing sparks to fly everywhere.
“Countess.”
I gasp in surprise when a translucent green hook suddenly pierces through my hand, pulling my arm outwards while the room descends into a dark green shadow. Chains and hooks grip into the walls, as a ghostly spector floats down from the ceiling, dragging his wooden box along to levitate himself before me.
“I believe we must discuss the decor of my quarters.” He informs me matter of factly, giving the chain in my hand a tug. Man he was lucky I couldn’t actually feel that, otherwise I’d break out the vacuum cleaner again.
“Now isn’t a good time, asshole.”
I tell him through clenched fangs, scowling into his ghostly eyes with anger. He picks up one of his chains, twirling it around the air beside him while dismissively waving his hand back and forth through my face.
“Now, I’m not as into the German expressionism thing you seem to enjoy, I’ve more an appreciation for French-rococo style. And the Yule tree I requested still hasn’t arri—”
His ghastly voice is interrupted when I yank my hand free of his chain, twisting his arm back at the wrist and gripping his neck with my free hand. The wall behind him briefly flashes into a black fleshy membrane as I pierce him with my left hand claws.
“Don’t. Fucking. Touch me.”
I whisper, releasing the distempered spirit from my grasp to angrily leave, though as I’m halfway into the next room, I pause to spin back around.
“And don’t shit talk Gothic der Baustil either, Casper.”
He looks to me through a white, pupil-less scowl, his ghostly chains clanging together as he slowly rises back up into the air.
“Go on and threaten me then, witch! I’ll enjoy seeing your pretty flesh rendered apart at the hands of the box!”
He goes on to me, and I stop in place to clench my fists.
“I’ll pleasure myself to your screams of suffering, your endless cries of—”
“Oh will you shut up about your stupid box already? Nobody’s scared of a fucking birthday present!”
My voice shouts, tossing my arms up and walking back over to give the translucent chest a kick. It topples over while the lid pops open, an assortment of blood stained cleavers and hooks rolling across the floor.
“Huh. I didn’t know you offered brisks.” I tell him while eyeing a pair of gory hedgecutters.
Suddenly my attention is pulled to a few bits of paper, my eyes opening wide as I read my own name and address printed.
Countess Cara—Empress of Evil0666 Phlegethon Manor, Good Intentions Rd
“Wait, your stupid torture box doubles as a regular mailbox too?” I ask, taking one of the letters from the floor and piercing it with my nails.
“And why shouldn’t it do other things? Dull minded woman...”
I’m not really listening to him babble, I’m much too busy tearing the letter open and reading its contents.
’ Dear Countess,Absolutely inspiring shoot you did for Cocytus Swimwear. You know nothing cheers me up more than flaying my victims alive, but when I see you posing on my locker, it’s like I wanna flay them even more to impress you or something.
Write me back if you ever wanna catch a matinee.
Sincerely,Baal—Lord of Deadlifts ‘
My eyes widen as they scan across the words, an unimpressed look on my face. I’m getting ready to crumple it up and excuse myself from ghost of skincreams past...when an idea suddenly strikes through my brain like thunder.
The letter quickly lights ablaze in my hand, while my deep black lips slowly curl into a playfully devilish grin.
“Ha...Haha....Mahahahahaha.....!!”
My husky laughter soon descends into a mad cackling, barely containing my body’s shaking excitement. I practically pounce myself onto the ghost with an orchestra of squeals, baring my fangs in a razory smile.
“It’s so obvious! There’s no reason I, of all death’s consorts, should have to remain alone and heartbroken for all eternity!” I laugh at him with a gleeful energy, jumping up and down and nearly tossing the green specter through a bookshelf.
“Anyone from here to the underworld would die again for a chance with me! All I’d have to do is get the word out; the Queen of the Night demands a mate!!”
My maniacal giggling increases as I tilt my head back, clutching the papery ash in my fingers. Walking past a few unlit candles, I open my palm and give a hefty blow from my lips, causing a few remaining sparks to fly and ignite the wax lights.
“...You mean, you’re going to start dating again? And you intend on using my box to get you laid??“
“Oh fuck no, I have a cell phone.”
I give him a condescending scowl, pulling one from my chest. I’ve really gotta where I put that emergency sage…
My black heels step into an open grassy field, tapping my fingers to my hips while standing beneath the full moon. I slowly raise my phone up to my face, absorbing the screen’s blue glow before glancing upwards towards my prize.
Across the field is a very fit man, standing around 6′8 and muscular. He was wearing a red flannel and jeans, his white v-neck displaying an impressive amount of chest hair, while his rolled up sleeves showcased the forests on his arms.
Yes!! He was exactly like his profile picture!!!
Instantly my tongue drops from my open mouth, hearts forming within my eyes as I giggle wildly.
“Oooo…Heya stud, come and get you a little Countess~” I move my hands to him in a beckoning motion, eager to get my claws on those jeans and tug them down so I could see just how hairy he truly was!
But the closer he steps, the more he seems to be changing, his stature slowly becoming more and more animalistic. Even more pitch black hair consumes his body, a large set of incredibly large canines growing from within his head.
He suddenly lets out an animalistic howl, dropping on all fours and barking like a lunatic as he chases after me. With a cry of my own I quickly leap into the air in my bat form, my wings fluttering around frantically for a moment before I land myself on the top branch of a nearby tree.
My red eyes glare at him when I snap back to my regular form, giving a demonic hiss and clawing about the air like an angry cat would.
The glowing sign above me reads ‘Romero’s Italian Ristorante’ in flashing neon letters, my lips curling into a smile as I glance to my date beside me.
He certainly wasn’t much to look at, what with his decayed flesh and all, but it was nice to finally have a man who would just listen to me. Actually, I don’t think I’ve heard him say a single word yet, outside of just grunting. His hair falling out is a bit of a turn off too I guess, but it’s nothing a little Rogaine won’t fix.
My arm locks with his, nearly pulling free from his socket as he lets out another mindless groan, and after attempting to fix his tie, we’ve started for the entrance. I’ve heard there was a chef here named Ruggero, who’s filet mignon is to die for.
Only I’m pulled from my hungry thoughts by a sudden WHAM!, turning my head in surprise at my date who’s missed the entrance by a mile, face planting himself into the wall.
I give a nervous chuckle, gripping his shoulders and helping him through the door with an unsure look in my eyes...
The slab door of an ancient Egyptian tomb slowly pulls open, releasing a green noxious gas and a swarm of scampering insects, accompanied by my soft, girly laughter filling the ancient burial chamber.
My heels click against the hard stone floor, stepping inside while clutching a completely wrapped up Abyssinian in my arms. I give his bandages a soft squeeze, enjoying the sounds of his purring, and the playful biscuit making he was giving my arm.
His nose nuzzles against me, and I scratch his ears with a giggle, dropping the mummified kitty and watching him scamper off with a soft meow. A bandaged hand soon falls on my open shoulder, and I tilt my head with a grin to the tissued up corpse beside me.
I thought it was so cool how similar his bright red eyes were to mine, and I had to it, the pitch black Pharaoh headdress was kinda sexy, in like a dominant lion’s mane sorta way. Plus his kitten had already done all the hard work of winning me over for him.
But my expression begins to sour when I glance across the hieroglyphics to another woman I hadn’t even realized was here, also completely bandaged up head to toe while looking much more ancient.
She was resting on a couch like someone’s decrepit grandmother, giving me an angry, disapproving stare accompanied by a slight hiss.
Oh...I didn’t realize this guy bunked with his mom still...Sigh...I’ve been down this road before...
With another sigh I shake my head, and give him a disappointed look before leaving with my arms crossed.
“Not to worry my dear, your matchmaking woes are far behind you now. Why, there’s not a woman on this earth who can resist my charm!”
I smirk to myself when the most beautiful silver pocket watch is dropped before my face, naturally following it side to side as I relax into my seat.
Finally I was able to get a booth at this restaurant, and my date this time actually wasn’t half bad. He looked almost normal for once, save for the comically large mustache he was sporting.
“Follow the watch, my pretty Countess. Keep your eyes on its swing, and soon, I will have you...hypnotized...”
His voice whispers to me in a low and sexy whisper, waving his free hand about beside the watch, as if to further draw my attention to it.
“Ooo, haha! I always love a good Svengali trick!” I giggle, my red eyes darting back and forth in perfect unison with the swinging silver blur.
Back and forth, back and forth...
“Your eyes are getting heavy now...You’re feeling so very tired and weak...You are so drowsy, sleepy and relaxed.”
His voice is so soothing, so nice and calming to listen to. I give my head a small nod, letting my smirk melt away as my eyelids flutter half closed. It felt good to lower my defenses...Lower my defenses and relax...
Yes...just let...let this happen...feels so... so wonderful....
“Drowsy…Sleepy…Relaxed…” I whisper, without realizing.
“Good girl. Eyes so heavy. So ready to sleep deep. Eyelids wanting to close. Impossible to stay awake. You are hypnotized, my dear Countess, hypnotized and asleep.” He motions his hand down, beckoning my eyes to close even more.
My head continues to sleepily nod along to his words, letting out a yawn while moving to and fro with the silver pendant, completely enraptured.
“Yes Doctor...I am hypnotized...and asleep...”
My eyes are practically closed now, only the whites of my scalea visible. I desperately wanted to keep them open so that I could follow the pretty watch. But the more I fight it, the more this hypnotic ecstasy grips itself around me in a warm, inescapable embrace.
Doctor Drowzer seems quite amused by his ensnarement of me, adjusting himself beneath the tablecloth and clearing his throat before he continues.
“Now Countess, when I snap my fingers, you will be fully under my control.”
My head nods along once more, feeling so orgasmic to just accept it and agree.
“Yes Doctor...I’ll be under...your...control...”
Snap!
My eyes close for a moment, only to fully open wide, my vampiric red glow now replaced by a fully monochromatic black and white spiral. My black lips form into a wide, silly grin, and my body stiffens upwards at attention while the inside of my head bubbles and pops with jolts of euphoria.
The evil hypnotist chuckles, taking a moment to ire the endless swirls in my vacant eyes, my mouth hanging open to release a bit of drool down my chin.
“You’re going to pay for this meal, my pretty Countess...” He informs my sleepy and subdued mind, the watch continuing to before my hypnotized face.
“Yes Doctor...I am going to pay for this meal...”
My usually playful voice was now completely monotone, my cheeky personality totally put in check by the skilled hypnotist.
“And you will cover my car loan as well...”
“Yes Doctor...I will cover your car loan as well...”
Drowzer tilts his head back and laughs maniacally, pocketing his trusty hypnotic instrument and adjusting his tie, as he leans in closer to my face.
“Very good, very good my powerless subject. Now sleep, pretty Countess. Sleep and forget...”
“Yes Doctor...I will sleep and forget...”
My lips soon find themselves magnetized to the good doctor’s, letting out a quiet squeal as my swirly eyes slowly flutter closed....
My long pale leg kicks in the air beneath me, relaxing myself atop the hill’s spiral as I gazed upwards into the yellow moon, my eyes glancing down to study the open pumpkin patch and cemetery before me.
Damn it, this was taking way too long. Much longer than last time.
My face looks around all the Halloween decor with a bit of uncertainty, biting my pinkie claw before yanking my phone from my chest.
(7:45) : ’ Hey! So I’m at the weird swirly hill thing, just take your time & give me a call whenever you’re free! ’
(8:23) ’ Soooo still haven’t heard from you lol, no worries I’ll just be chilling here.. ’
(8:56) ’ Are you coming or what man because I don’t have all night ’
(9:13) ’ Don’t you dare fucking ghost me!! I’ll tell that doll bitch everything you lanky fucker!! ’
(9:30) ’ Heyyy sorry for freaking like that lol, it’s just been a while since I fed you know haha...Did I mention I brought the naughty Santa costume with me? ’
(ERR Message not sent— Blocked)
A defeated sigh escapes me as I drop my phone, watching it fall to the pumpkin patch below me with a sad look, all while a flamboyant cackling rings in my ears.
“Pipe down ya alcoholic! You want me to get the bug spray again?!”