Ash stood leaning against one of the tilted old light polls that decorated the rotted New Orleans street. He watched the drunk mortals pour in and out of the scattered bars and so very obvious whore houses. His stare was becoming fixed, somewhere between the moon and the roof of the brick buildings, and he could only think of his Nicki. Of the mad music and the madder eyes. The cigarette between his pale bloody fingers sent whirls of smoke around himself.
Of course Ash will dress up as a priest and eat those who so lovingly confessed. Failed repentance is SO DELICIOUS.
(Source: gcrard)
Ash rose a brow at her trick and then her bloody words. He took a deep breath in, “I don’t dance, but you can definitely give me a show.” He chuckled and disappeared into the window. The air was thick with smoke, four heads snapped up from around a drink filled table, there were more people in…
Ash watched the brilliant monster dance with her dolls. He sat now, between the two freshly dead humans beside him, a third face down on his lap. Watching also with stunned and horror stricken faces were the other humans in the room. Emily was devouring her failed dance partner and he stood to get a better look. One of the panicking humans turned to face him, but then fell back to the floor when Ash appeared suddenly right before him. He laughed moved to grab the man back up but one of the humans were moving a head, moving towards Emily. A man with wide lost eyes waled steadily towards his hunting partner with a huge broadsword blade raised over his head.
He laughed out out and it was heard even over the booming music and strangled screams.
He has a sword! Look at that! and look at those eyes! He thinks he is gunna kill him a vampire!
Inferior humans.
Ash was laughing as he collided into the man, sword falling to the ground. He pinned the man against the wall and who now screamed and struggled underneath him. Ash laughed all the more, a mad and horrible shrieking sound. He finally calmed and took in a deep breath. The man tried to free his wrists from the ivory pins but it was no use. Ash tore into his throat and chewed at the flesh and tight muscles. Hot panicked blood spurting relentlessly over his face. He was lost for some time in the lust and the swoon.
(Source: withahollowpointsmile)
Ah that sounds fun, and what makes you think i\I wont stab someone in BOTH their eyes?
