Orgy of blood

The column of weird mist had enveloped Hollandia completely as she held the hand of her dark, but loving partner. The simple street was dark and without lights, as many are in this part of northern Canada.
Saskatchewan was a cold wilderness, even in summertime, with dark bears roaming the wild and virgin forests. Just north of Prince Albert stood the sleepy hamlet of Donashey, a throwback to the mid nineteenth century.

Many of the old wooden frontages had been kept, unlike the home Hollandia had just departed.

“Are you warm enough sweetie?”

Hollandia turned her head and nodded as the partner led her into a side alley.

“I’m always warm in your company.”

“I should warn you,” he said. “I am a rather possessive type.”

Hollandia giggled and slapped the bare bottom that the cloak hid from view.

“Why bring us down here?”

Her partner stopped and seemed to listen intently.

“Can you hear that?”

Hollandia strained to hear the soft crying that whipered from above.

“Sounds like a babe to me.”

Her partner nodded.

“A babe left on its own by its errant mom.”

“How sad.”

“Sad indeed,” the partner muttered.

He released her and wandered over to the left wall and gazed upward. Hollandia watched as he shinned up the drainpipe and stopped at the window ledge.

“Watch not fall.”

He shook his head sadly.

“No danger of that my love. I am as sure footed as a cat.”

She watched him force the window open before vanishing into the upstairs apartment. A moment passed before he reappeared, the babe safely nestled within his arms.

“Now catch.”

She held out her arms as the infant was dropped from the third floor. Thankfully she caught the child well as he scampered back down again.

“I suppose we take him to the police now?”

Her partner shook his long, dark locks.

“No such thing my love. Would you like to see where I live?”

Hollandia had known him three weeks now and was not going to turn up this opportunity of learning more about him.

“I would love to. The kid certainly needs the warmth.”

Her companion nodded and led her out of the alley and toward the north of the sleepy hamlet.

She saw the imposing home as they crossed the lights. Built in the eighteen hundreds to a high degree of luxury, its weatherworn boards looked a little worse for wear.

“You live here on your own?”

Her companion nodded.

“I am the last of my family sadly.”

He led her to the front porch and gently pushed it open. Hollandia
saw the thick cobwebs and shivered.

“I hope you like spiders.”

She smiled rather nervously as he led her into the large but empty open room.

“See you have no furniture.”

He laughed carefully.

“Who needs it my love. I could not take it with me.”

She walked through the dust of the passing centuries, noting the
rotting and deadly staircase.

“I take it the bedrooms are up there?”

“I don’t use those now my love. Don’t want to break my lovely neck.”

She tried to smile as the child cooed softly.

“This environment is not really good for his lungs my dear. We really cannot stay here for long.”

Her dark and mysterious companion pointed to the far wall and said, “Put the child down over there.”

She felt a strange compulsion to obey and walked over to the chosen spot. She gazed down at the dust shrouded floor and placed the child down gently.

“You did that very well Hollandia.”

She stepped back as he knelt beside the living winepress and watched the babe being tickled and played with.

“You seem to like kids.”

“They remind me of my distant past that’s all.”

He glanced up, those dark eyes seeming to bore right through her skull.

“Would you turn around for me?”

She gave him a look and said, “Only when you reveal your name.”

The response startled him for a second. He had not expected that.

“They call me Trayhas Nethanial my love.”

She gazed at the dark curly hair and watched him stand to his full, but thin height.

“That figures.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“That is a very old name and this is indeed a very old house.”

He smiled carefully and placed his cold hands upon her shoulders.

“Turn for me Hollandia.”

She did so slowly as he waited with mounting impatience.

“Is this some kind of kinky game?”

“Something like that my dear.”

She felt his cold breath brush across her shoulder and even colder lips latch upon her exposed throat.

“Just stand perfectly still my dear. This won’t hurt a bit.”

She suddenly felt a pinch, and a rapid falling sensation that ended deep within a dark cavern. When she became aware once more it was still dark outside but the nightdress had gone.

“What happened and why am I lying upon the ruddy floor?”

From the darkness a familiar voice drifted towards her.

“You have become my bride Hollandia. As for that flimsy dressing of yours. Well, I will place more elegant cloth upon your naked back.”
She saw him approach with the cooing babe and took it gratefully. A weird sensation suddenly came over her as she gazed upon the helpless child.

“Now feed.”

A dark growl escaped her lips as she lifted the babe towards her opening mouth. As the throat reached those new but deadly fangs, they tore the flesh apart.

Blood spewed down her waiting throat as the child fell silent at last. She growled as the flow ceased and savagely cracked the neck vertebra wide open.

The teeth sank deep as the marrow was reached. She slurped it down before ripping the head off completely. She dropped the lifeless corpse and gouging out the eyes, swallowed them like oysters. Then she smashed the skull like an eggshell before crunching down upon the exposed brain itself.

Trayhas watched this savagery impassively, glad he had chosen such a willing pupil.

He smelt the odour of blood and reaching down, picked the corpse from the soiled floor. As Hollandia revelled in the new darkness, bits of brain tissue sticking to the sides of her savage jaws, he sank his own teeth into the still stomach.

They gently tore the cavity open, his tongue worming its way into the hellish cavity. He lapped at the blood, teeth bearing down and ripping at the vicera of the intestinal track.

The last of the living fluid dribbled down his vampiric throat until there was no more left. He tossed away the mangled corpse as she dropped the now empty head.

She stared at her lover, not quite realising even now the subtle change.

“Shall you join me?”

Hollandia nodded, reaching under his dark cloak and fiddling with that now rampant member.

“This exited you?”

Trayhas nodded wearily. He nodded as the centuries bore down upon him.

Hollandia knelt then. Head vanishing beneath the cloak as her mouth opened to receive him.

Trayhas closed his eyes, trying to remember the last woman who had did this for him. He saw a face but could not quite remember her name.

He held her tight as he thrust deep into that glistebing mouth as Hollandia moaned softly.

“There, there my love. Just an inch at a time.”

To be continued...

Those who met me in the 19 century should recognise my name...For those who did not..No worries...I shall visit you shortly...

I liked the title and the first line..




didnt take time yet for the rest.

Okay..