Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Lustre ❯ Poison ( Chapter 1 )

Poison walked the pitch-black street silently, the slum of the streets watching her as she padded past them praising her for money. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a few rolled up notes and dropped them onto the damp sidewalk and walked past the group of people rushing for the money, hoarded masses reaching and scrambling to be the first to make it to the paper salvation.

Her head was hung low as she walked on leaving the mess behind her without a thought to it. Steam rose from the manholes in the deserted part of the city, the soft thud of her Dr Martens, her mother's boots on the sidewalk the only apparent noise echoing about the deserted streets. She walked past an alley where a few muffled sounds could be heard, obviously her boots not the only sound in the night. A scream pierced the air, a woman's scream, which was suddenly followed a sound she knew all too well, the sound of death, the sound of a knife on skin ripping it silently, her paces stopped. Her body was profile to the alleyway and her head still down. She raised her eyes slowly along with her chin and slowly tiled it upwards then turned her head to the side to look into the alleyway.

There were four men standing in group over two people, someone was lying on the floor, it appeared to be the owner of the scream. Her legs were bent slightly at the knees and her ankles spread apart, her dress hiked up to gathered at her upper thighs and around her ankle her lacy black underwear could seen part of it hanging from her heels. The men chuckled as the being crouching over her stood and did something around his loin's area, which followed with a soft zipping noise. The man held in his hand a knife with a liquid dropping off of the end of it. Poison didn't even have to think to know it was blood she could smell it. The man flicked the blade ridding it of the majority of the blood then slid it behind his jacket somewhere next to be surrounded by words of commendation and pats on the back whilst the scum still gathered around the woman's dead body.

Poison growled softly and the men must have heard her for they turned in her direction standing out in a vague line amongst the damp area and flickering lamps.

"Look" one of them, said in a slurry sleazy voice "Two in one night aren't we lucky"

The group laughed as they began to advance on her and she could see their eyes wandering over her. She turned to face them so they could get an even better look and saw the soft bulges in their pants their eyes taking in every detail of her. Starting with her hair, pitch black, blacker than the darkest of nights and it contrasted perfectly with her pale skin, the left side of her long fringe was purple from root to tip as well as a section to the right side of her head about 3 centimeters wide. Her eyes were bright blue almost inhumanly so and her entire complexion seemed other worldly beautiful. She was dressed in a long sleeve black top where the end of the sleeves were fitted into fingerless gloves and a pair of black jeans that sat on her hips so her midrift was shown off. Over that she wore a long black jacket, the material light and thin yet highly durable, the design was sleeveless and it flowed over her body accentuating her curves, the length coming to her knees with a slight split in the back. It was done up by a black cord over her bust through 3 loops so it was open the rest of the way down showing of the front of her body yet concealing her back and sides.

Poison looked at the men blankly as they advanced on her and stood her ground carefully searching them with her eyes, all she saw in them was evil, nothing more and nothing less. She could see their memories swirling about her mind, all the innocents they had killed mercilessly just for their own sick amusement. Poison was an empath, a very powerful one at that all she had to do was be near someone and channel her powers to pick up a persons emotions and memories, and what she was getting from these 5 men was nothing but coldness and lust.

The men drew ever closer, 3 of them held knives in their hands of various sizes and designs one of which so jagged it would take another knife to cut the blade out if you were to be stabbed with it. The other 2 held a 9mm berretta each which they pulled out of their jackets casually. She raised a slender black eyebrow at them the men growing closer and closer towards her with each step till they were barely two metres away from her.

"Do you intend to hurt me?" she asked her eerily calm voice as smooth as velvet sailing softly through the air towards their ears. The men chuckled and the one who was crouching over the woman before walked right up to her with his knife out threateningly but it didn't even faze her. He walked straight to her and pushed himself against her resting the blade on her neck softly and barked into her face.

"What do you think sunshine, these aren't toys, you're hanging with the big boys now" Poison rolled her eyes and looked over at him, the man was concealing her from the view of the others so all she had to do was one thing then he, for now at least would be putty in her hands. She grinned at him, the slightest turning at the edge of her mouth raising her top of top lip to reveal the tips of her white fangs darting from her human teeth giving instant reason to her eerie appearance, she was a vampire.

"Tell me?" she whispered hotly against him her breath tickling his skin as her hand glided down to her side under the edge of her jacket to her hip "have you ever danced with the devil spawn and lived to tell the tale?" she watched the emotions play on his face and took in the fear that began to eradicate from him. The emotion fueled her systems making her heart skip a beat as adrenalin seeped into her body and when he didn't say anything in response she decided to toy with him further. "Cause I'm the spawn and we're about to dance" she growled as she stared straight into his eyes, the man shunned back suddenly the only movement since her grin and the rest of his crew jumped as her eyes started to change colour, a deep swirling in her iris's where the blue gradually started to turn an odd brown then a vibrant red, blood red.

She grinned and drew her saber that she hid behind her coat; the soft scraping of metal against the sheath was the last thing the man heard before she whirled her black damask steel blade around and cut it straight through his waist. Her entire world appearing as slow motion when the black blade cut into his skin and ripped through his bones and organs with a spine shivering squelch, the sharp of the metal gliding through with ease to come out the other side of his body stained in his rich blood.

To the humans it was as though nothing had happened, then they saw her jacket move slightly and her posture changed now standing with her feet at shoulders width. Part of her weight was resting slightly on her back leg and a sword was now in her hand held straight out with her arm that she kept streamlined to the side of her body. A drop of blood fell off it to the floor and all eyes but hers adverted from her abnormal ones to the metal, the man in front of Poison gasped as his upper body fell from his lower and crashed to the ground in two sections. His blood drained out of the dismembered parts whilst his eyes rolled back into his head and his heart which she heard so delicately in her keen ears stopped beating.

The rest of the crew backed away as they saw who she supposed to be their leaders body fall in two to the floor and she grinned at them devishly.

"I tried to warn him" she said cockily but not over confidently, the first rule of battle, always overestimate your opponent, her uncle had taught her that. The four men spied her fangs and the same reaction that was taken by the leader was shown and it made her skin tingle as she fed off of their fear. The emotion that raged with in them wafting over to her, it was fueling her like a drug. A soft purr erupted from her throat and her eyes seemed to grow an even more intense red, they started to glow from behind the veil of her black and purple hair, she truly was the spawn of the devil or at least she appeared so before the mortals.

"Are you afraid?" she asked mockingly, their demeanor changed instantly as they realized she was playing them, they glared at her and gave short signals to each other, obviously military fans. There was a brief moment as she watched them converse silently through body movement and a few gestures behind their backs, which they presumed she couldn't see, but she saw it all to well. Something about their emotions had changed as well, they weren't out to rape her anymore like they previously sought to do, they just wanted to kill her. "Fools" she muttered silently to herself so they could not hear her, her mouth barely even moving, they really thought they could kill let alone hurt her, she chuckled softly and kept her eyes unwavering upon all of them at the same time waiting for their move.

The men squared their feet and postures and everything was still for a moment, then their feet shifted with their weight and the two men with knives charged at her the two behind them cocking their Berettas. The clunking sound heard very clearly in the alleyway, her eyes watched the two charging at her then past them to the two with the automatics.

This was going to be too easy, one of the men swiped his knife at her and as his hand went with the flow of his body after she dodge the blade easily he pulled another knife from his jacket somewhere in his other hand and attempted to stab it into her gut. Poison caught his hand over his knuckles and squeezed over them, the man winced as the bones ground slightly together under her fingers and brought his free hand up to attempt to swipe her. She moved slightly dodging his blade again easily her entire world still moving in slow motion. She could see past the man in her grip to the two aiming their guns but unable to fire for their comrades body was in the way, the other man still moving towards her with his 12 inch blade drawn and ready sticking out of the back of his hand as he held the handle reversed.

She tightened her grip on the mans hand and his knuckles cracked and gave way beneath her grip the sickening crunch resounding around the area, then pushing him away from her she positioned her saber to point in front of him the tip of it aimed at his heart. She pulled on his hand hard bringing his body onto the blade hard and fast, the man gasped and gargled for breath but all that came to his throat was blood, his head was on her shoulder and he coughed over her, his blood trailing over her but not touching her. Pushing him back she pulled her blade from his chest and let go of him, he fell to his knees his eyes wide for a moment and his hands clutching at his heart as though trying to stop the heavy flow of red liquid before he fell to his face and was encircled by a pool of his own blood. His gargling stopped and his heartbeat had heard in her ears the same as the first man faded away.

She glanced to him though only for a moment as the man who was still heading towards her held his knife above his head as to bring it down across her face. She moved her body back by the hips and missed his dagger, which ran, right in front of her body missing her only by a centimeter. Out of the corner of her eye she can see the men aiming setting her into their sights their fingers hovering over the triggers, suddenly followed by pulling down on them repeatedly letting the bullets fly, the shells falling to the concrete floor with soft clinks. Her world moves in slow motion again, she can see the bullets flying at her breaking the sound barrier and the air rippling around them. Poison jumps into the air slightly sending her knee at the mans' head as he was still following through from his swipe. Her knee cracked to his jaw and sent him back and over putting his body in the way of the bullets which hit him with a thud then passing right through him though much slower and tinted red. She growls loudly baring her fangs as her body appears as a blur, she moves it slightly in different directions dodging the bullets with ease letting them fly past her to hit into a building across the street. The lamp post just behind her flickers rapidly for a moment, a soft buzzing erupting before the light exploded. The darkness envelopes her and she disappears into it the instant the glass shattered to the ground her body fading away to the shadows.

The man hit by the bullets falls to the floor, soft trickle of blood flowing from his back and a thick line of blood running down his forehead, his eyes dead, glazed over and completely lifeless. The two men left standing look around into the crawling night, their guns shaking in their hands wildly, their eyes wide as they listen for anything at all not realising their clips were empty for a moment before reaching into the pockets and loading new ones. A soft chuckle could be heard and the men look around one of them firing into the darkness a few times then stopping instantaneously as he points his gun in all directions.

The night seems to close around the scared male, he looks around anxiously as the chuckle erupts again and he fires his gun a few more times.

"Don't tell me you're scared of the dark" a soft voice comes from behind him and he wheels around seeing her standing behind him, his gun raised instantly around to point at her but she held her hand up and snatched the barrel in her fingers and palm crushing it under her fist and mangling it. Her eyes are cold and stern at him as she lashed out and wrapped her hand around his neck and pushed him into the wall of the alley, the darkness suspending around them his friend having no idea where they are but she could see him, so clearly.

She turns her attention to the man in her grip and tightens it slightly her nails digging into his skin drawing some of his blood out to trickle down his neck.

"Now you know how she felt" she growls as she leans her head to his neck and licks up some of the blood delicately to her tongue tasting it in her mouth. Tainted blood never tasted as good but now that she had experienced the burning liquid in her mouth she needed to have the rest, so lowering her mouth to his neck she whispered softly to his rough skin.

"Now it's your turn" with that she opened her mouth and bit into his flesh, her fangs sinking deep into his skin and drawing his blood into her. A soft thud bellows in her ears pounding and pounding over and over, then, not one thud now but two, one growing harder and faster the other growing softer and weaker. As the weaker thud dimmed to a mere patter she let go of the man who slumped down to the ground, she looked down at him as a drizzle of blood ran down her mouth and she licked it up savoring it all the loud thud still in her ears. Her own heart pounding away with new life now that she had drained that of a mortals, her skin glowed slightly and warmed from its prior coolness and she moaned then looked down to him her eyes turning back to blue.

"Rest in peace" she mumbled as though it is a joke and let the night take her into it again leaving him to die slowly from his loss of blood.

Meanwhile the last man was still in the dark searching for someone he recognized, there was some safety in numbers he had thought but she just proved him wrong. She had picked them off one by one like prey, for she was the predator and that was all they were to her just morsels waiting to be killed, she was the arch angel of death and she had brought them their deserved justice of swift wings.

Poison appeared in front of the man suddenly, her saber hidden behind her coat once more and her hand now holding a silver Deagle cocked and aimed at his head. Her other hand held his Beretta which she had grabbed from him before she had time to contemplate the theft. She thinned her eyes at him dangerously and curled her top lip again to bare her fangs in a threatening manner.

"Do you repent?" she asked him in an angered tone.

"What?" he asked her as sweat dripped down his face, his eyes glued to the gun.

"Do you repent?" she repeated and after a brief pause the man nodded compliantly.

"I repent, I repent" he said as he begged and pleaded her in his tone for the prolong of his imminent death.

"You showed her no mercy" she said her voice softer and calmer now, her lip dropped again to cover her canines. The man shook his head shortly not being able to do nothing other than agree with her.

"Should I show you any?" she asked him and the man did nothing, she frowned and tilted her head down keeping her eyes on him so the lower half of her face became buried in shadow. "Then prepare for hell" she growled, the man looked to her as if to say no or ask for forgiveness but it was too late, she pulled the trigger the loud bang filling the air and the shell ejecting onto the ground with the softest of clinks followed by the collapse of the mans body into a puddle on the ground.

She held her arms straight and still for a moment as if frozen by the fight she had just had, ever so slowly she brought her hand down with her arm and holstered her gun to the side holsters concealed behind her jacket. Her eyes scanned the alley slowly as she took in each corpse after the other then turned and walked out of the alley back into the street. A soft wind came up to her and greeted her face coolly as it flapped her coats ends behind her and brushed her hair past her face to land down on her shoulders and back as she walked to her original destination. Once again the only sound made in the silent street was the soft thud of her boots upon the hard ground and the overall ringing of silence through out her ears. She made her way calmly into the night each lamp post she past flickered for a moment before the bulb cracked in a shatter of glass and the light went out leaving a trail of darkness in her footsteps along the misty sidewalk.

Note: I hope you enjoy this I worked really hard on this and I promise I'll keep going with it. It's my first Fan Fic so please give me so reviews much appreciated :)