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Discussion in 'Dread Wastes' started by Lady Margolotta, Dec 28, 2019.

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  1. Lady Margolotta

    Lady Margolotta Discworld

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    Note: Rated M just in case, because of some (minor) gory details.

    December 28, Y109

    @Severen

    And here she was, a week after her arrival to Pandora, starting exactly where she’d started then. She was even once again clad in the long, lowcut black dress she’d arrived in, which, with her high-heeled sandals, seemed more appropriate for a ballroom than a dusty wasteland. But here she was, trapped in this godsforsaken Boxworld, walking down the road which seemingly spanned thousands of miles. She’d spent hours walking about aimlessly, without meeting a soul. Perhaps that was for the better, for she was starting to feel the familiar burning sensation in her throat. How long had it been since she’d last drank blood? At least a day, perhaps two. Perhaps she should have brought some blood in her newly purchased bag, where she kept some spare clothes and the little money she’d managed to obtain in the previous week. A raw steak would have worked as well.

    Her throat was burning with unbearable thirst that was only getting worse with every passing minute.

    Gods, she had to focus, think about something else... maybe she would stumble upon a camp. A camp with a dozen people who would all require food and then she could wait until they'd all fallen asleep, search through their belongings and find some raw meat or freshly killed animal. Gods, she was still thinking about blood. No. No, she had to focus... All control starts with the self, all control starts with the self, she repeated her mantra, listening to the steady progress of her footsteps. The heels made oddly hollow clicking sound against the uneven ground. She had gathered the soft fabric of her dress in her hands and lifted it, so that its hem wouldn’t get dusty. Well, there was one thing that she could be certain about: there was no returning to her world, neither to Ankh-Morpork, nor back to her castle. Margolotta sighed. They’d never managed to finish that dinner and now they never would.

    And the hours went by, with no change in the scenery and no sound anywhere around her. It was getting dark and Margolotta found herself wondering exactly how long she’d been walking. There was a howl somewhere in the darkness and Margolotta rolled her eyes. “Wolves.” She hissed. “Why does it always have to be wolves?” Her eyes could see clearly in the dark and she was glad that there were no wolves to be seen. The wolves hated her scent, it burned through their snouts all the way to their little, vicious eyes, but a pack of wolves, if they were hungry enough, would easily have ignored the scent and come to attack. Unless they’d been scared away by something more dangerous than them. For a second, Margolotta wondered just what kinds of monsters lived in these wastelands.

    But there was a flicker of light, a little spark somewhere in the distance. Camp fire? A torch? Even with her eyesight, it was too far for her to see, so she moved towards it. She moved carefully, softly, as fast and quiet as her high heels allowed. Now that she came closer, she could see that it was a camp. She counted ten… no, at least a dozen tents scattered around the clearing, but something seemed off. There was not a single sound except the sizzling of the fire, not even a heartbeat. Margolotta froze, once she’d moved close enough to look around the camp. Dead bodies - drained of all blood. She drew in a shaky breath and moved closer, the familiar scent of death filling her nostrils. Her eyes shone a brighter shade of red, her fangs elongated, and she turned around, faster than human eye could register. “Is this your doing?” she asked the man – the vampire – whose gaze she met, although she could already guess the answer.




     
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  2. Severen

    Severen Near Dark

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    The outsider snapped 'round to face him, Severen grinning at the sight of red eyes and sharp fangs. “Well holy sheeit! You’re from the TV! Can I have your autograph, little lady?”

    Severen laughed dickishly, strutting over to one of the closer tents, his spurs chinking with each step. He had his double barreled shotgun slung over one shoulder, his mouth a bright red mask of blood. His leather jacket was open, revealing a flood of it dryin’ into his white shirt.

    Pausing by a torn, bloodstained tent, he took his sweet ass time looking little miss movie star up and down like she was somethang you’d find at the rodeo. He smirked at the way her clean, high-falutin’ clothes contrasted with his - as well as the rugged and dusty landscape.

    “Gee whiz. I thought I could smell soap down the road,” he grinned at her with his gappy teeth. “Why you dressed so fancy? You on your way to pick up one of them movie awards?”

    He chortled at the thought, tossing his shotgun down on the ground. She could snatch it up and threaten him with the two barrels, but they both knew that didn’t take out their kind.

    Severen crawled on elbows and knees into the tent, breathing in the thick smell of wet plastic and metallic blood. His voice floated out as he finally chose to answer her question: “I can’t take all the credit. The others are scrounging up some gas, so we can have ourselves a little weenie roast. Wanna stay? I figure a purdy girl like you would enjoy a good weenie.”

    Like shit they were really gonna cook and eat these meatballs. They weren’t no cannibals. They’d burn the bodies - burn this whole fuckin’ camp to the ground - to cover their tracks. It might not have been necessary this far out in the sticks, but better safe than fuckin’ sorry.

    He came scooting out the tent on his ass, dragging the limp, lolling body of a long dead man along with him, a couple puncture marks oozing on his neck. A thin trickle of blood dripped down one of the tiny wounds, which Severen mopped up with the palm of his hand. Still warm.

    He licked the blood off his hand, giving a jerk of his head as though he’d taken a potent hit of Crystal. “Whoo! Mmm! It’s so good it makes your tongue want to punch a hole through your teeth! Ah hell. It's a real pity I didn't know you were comin' tonight, darlin'. I would've saved you somethang."
     
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  3. Lady Margolotta

    Lady Margolotta Discworld

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    Margolotta glared at the man, unfazed. She drew herself up to her full height, not quite an impressive feat, even she had to agree, and straightened her dress. “From the tee-what?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. He was probably a Roundworld vampire, and therefore she couldn’t understand what he was saying. Her arms folded across her chest, Margolotta’s eyes followed the strange vampire’s movements. He was armed with one of those flaming weapons that they used in Ankh-Morpork, but far worse than that were the bloodstains around his mouth and on his clothes. Margolotta tried hard to hide the look of disgust on her face. Her fangs drew in and her eyes were back to their original colour: dark crimson.

    In a gesture mocking his own, Margolotta slowly and deliberately looked the tall vampire up and down, seemingly unbothered by his leering. Her throat was starting to burn again, from the smell of fresh blood around them, but she had to keep her composure.

    “Yes, soap – you should try and use it sometimes.” She said, softly, as though she were talking to a three-year-old. This time, when he made a reference she did not understand, Margolotta frowned. The constant burning sensation in her throat was making her angry, annoyed. So, she snapped: “What in the name of hell and damnation are you talking about? What award?”

    She placed her hands on her hips and looked down when the weapon landed on the ground between them. Quite useless, really, against vampires in general, this one in particular and well, anyone else, because she’d never used it before. She was still eyeing the vampire with a mixture of disgust and interest on her face. Was that how vampires lived in this Boxworld? Violent, filthy… beasts?

    Others? Margolotta arched an eyebrow. Other vampires, she assumed. Gods, how wonderful, as though one of them wasn’t enough. She looked around quickly, but there wasn’t anyone around. It would be easy to escape now, while he was rummaging through the tent and couldn’t see her. Still, it was a terrible idea – that would only cause unnecessary problems with a violent and potentially large group of murderous vampires. So, she just rolled her eyes at his words, instead.

    The scent of blood had announced the vampire’s arrival even before he came out of the tent. Margolotta’s throat was now burning stronger than before and her eyes hungrily followed the single drop of blood, its dark crimson hue a stark contrast to the pale greyish skin of the dead man’s face. Just one little drop… would be too many! One drop would be one too many! She repeated the Temperance League’s mantra in the privacy of her mind, hoping that her face hadn’t betrayed her.

    “I don’t drink human blood anymore” said Margolotta, to inform him and remind herself. “And I’ve never cared for leftovers.” She added with a shark like smile.



     
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  4. Severen

    Severen Near Dark

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    Severen didn’t miss the hungry hound dog way she looked at the blood, which had him breaking out into a big grin. It grew even wider when she claimed she’d stopped feeding off people.

    “Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit!” he crowed. “You’re a regular vegetarian!”

    But not a vegan. It was real interesting that she’d specified the type of blood, indicating to him that she hadn’t sworn off the animal products completely. Was that even possible?

    Severen thought that he might’ve been in this shit kicker world a month or two now. It was easy to lose track of time when you were having so much fuckin’ fun. But seriously, it was easy to lose track of time when it didn’t - it couldn’t - make you its bitch. He was fuckin’ immortal, yeehaw! In that month or two, he’d rubbed shoulders - and knocked boots - with a whole buncha people like him, but not exactly like him. People who had red eyes and sharp fangs. People who could go cold turkey without getting the sweats.

    But by hooky, they all shared one thing in common. None of ‘em could function without some form of blood flowing down their throats.

    “So what d’you drink?” he asked, the huge smirk on his face revealing that he thought she was as crazy as an outhouse rat. “I betchu like to suck off dead pigs, don’t you, darlin’?”

    Severen laughed dickishly, dumping the dead man in the middle of the campsite like he was a stack of firewood. He moved on to the other torn, bloodstained tents, dragging out more limp bodies and throwing ‘em on top of the first. He’d pause from time to time to roll his tongue over red smeared necks and seeping puncture marks, whooping loudly with delight. Whoo!

    He unearthed a portable CD player in one of the tents, which he brought out to show Little Miss Pig Sucker. She probably went to all the balls to dance in that high falutin’ frock.

    Severen snapped on the play button, the soft an’ silky tones of Elvis Presley drifting across the plains. We can’t go on together with suspicious minds. (Suspicious minds.)

    “Whoo! All right!” Severen waved his arms and swung his hips, dancing over to Little Miss Pig Sucker with a big gappy grin. He stood tall, offering her a bloodstained hand, dirt and gore under his fingernails. “May I have the pleasure and honor of this dance, lovely lady?”
     
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  5. Lady Margolotta

    Lady Margolotta Discworld

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    Vegetarian. Margolotta shook her head. Vegetarian. That sounded so exotic, so Quirmian. As far as she knew, vegetarians were those who chose a different type of diet and the emphasis here was choice. Yes, of course, no one had forced her to quit drinking human blood, it had indeed been her choice, but it wasn’t merely a preference. Blood was an addiction and every day was a struggle, a constant struggle not to rip someone’s throat out. But it wasn’t impossible, it only required different hobbies.

    Margolotta chuckled, incredulously. Did he really think that she would stoop so low as to suck animals dry… or even touch the ghastly things? Did she look like someone who’d sneak into stables at night and attack livestock? She wasn’t a werewolf, for gods’ sake! “No, that’s ghastly! I do drink animal blood, but I have people who I pay to obtain it for me.” She shrugged. Now that she was quite certain that there was no way back home, she really had to find someone to bring her animal blood. There was still a rather weak chance that there were other vampires in this Boxworld who had similar feeding habits. But the Dread Wastes weren’t the place to look for them, it seemed.

    While they were talking, Margolotta’s eyes kept following the path of the lifeless bodies that he kept piling up at the centre of the camp. Each time she smelled fresh blood, she would flinch and each time he licked the small puncture wounds on their necks, her eyes shone a brighter red. As though it wasn’t enough that he was playing with his food – or at least what was left of his food – now he was playing with her as well.

    Margolotta’s eyes widened when, instead of another body, the vampire brought out a small contraption that started to play music. The man who sang had a deep, soft voice and Margolotta imagined he was handsome and dark haired. In a different situation she might have laughed at the sharp contrast between the upbeat song and the gory scene before her. Once again, the deities of Pandora, fate or the narrative causality proved to her that they indeed cherished irony.

    And we can't build our dreams on suspicious minds...


    She inhaled sharply when the vampire came towards her. Although she was wearing high heels, he towered above her. Perhaps it was sheer curiosity that drove her, or maybe it he was just surprise, but she found herself making a small curtsy and then she took his hand. Oh, she was a wonderful dancer, as one would expect from a high-society vampire, perhaps to balance out the unfortunate fact that she couldn’t carry a tune to save her life. She swayed her hips and after a short struggle with herself, let him lead. “I didn’t expect you could dance.” She teased.


     
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  6. Severen

    Severen Near Dark

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    “Whoo!” he cheered at the high falutin’ curtsy, nodding his head wildly like one of them white parrots. She took his hand, a hacksaw grin near splitting his face in two. “All right! Whoo!”

    She pleasantly surprised him. He thought she might’ve smacked his hand away as though it were a dead lizard, curling her upper lip in disgust. Little Miss Pig Sucker looked and sounded like she was so stuck up that she’d drown in a rainstorm, but she was all right. She was all right!

    Severen started off with real slow, leading her around the campsite and weaving between the dryin’ puddles of blood, the piles of limp corpses and the flock of ragged tents, which flapped and rippled in the wind. She sure as shit was a better dancer than him, although he weren’t bad. It weren’t like he had two left feet. He just wasn’t as classy as this lovely lady.

    After a couple laps, he brought ‘em to a gentle stop, circling her waist with his arms. He put his hands above that sweet peach of an ass, but didn’t touch, otherwise he would’ve smeared that nice frock in dirt and blood. Who’d think he would have hidden depths? He was a fuckin’ gentleman. He swayed ‘em both gently, conscious of his crotch closing in on her cooch.

    “You got a name, darlin’?” he asked. “Or maybe you’d like one of ‘em fancy-pants pseudonyms? That was on mah Word of the Day calendar last week. I think Little Miss Pig Sucker fits you right nice!”

    He leaned in close as though to plant a kiss on those sexy lips, but went still, hoping she got a good whiff of the blood on his mouth and breath. Hoo boy! Severen wagered it were strong enough to gag a maggot! He kinda hoped she’d go ape shit and tear off his face just to lick up the blood. Well hell. He wouldn’t mind none if it got her eating proper food.

    “What’s a delicious drink of water such as yourself doin’ pouring hot donkey piss down your throat?” he quizzed her with a bit of an incredulous laugh. “You ever kill anybody?”