I've a story due tomorrow and I've decided that since it's typed out, to publish it for your benefit.. granted, it is a tad morbid : )
The Feast
The desert was rich and smooth with an elusive hint of a slightly bitter taste. Loretta licked the small silver spoon, her long white fangs extended and scraped softly against the metal. Cyanide – the best poison for her chocolate-almond cakes. Loretta nodded at her chef, who then continued to put the cakes on delicate little plates with syrup. This, Loretta thought wistfully, this would be a feast to remember. She had three hundred guests and only five of them were vampires like herself. That meant that she and five of her vampiric brethren would content their never-ending thirst on the corpses of the dead.
It was a morbid, but true, thought. Loretta moved along the line, looking and tasting the almond flavored, cyanide based dishes: chicken with ‘almond’ sauce, salad with ‘almond’ dressing… Loretta relished at the thought – 295 guests perfectly dead before she bit into their warm lifeless bodies.
Later that night…
The party was magnificent and the turn out was astounding. For Loretta, it was a wonderful party, until she noticed that more than half of the guests were men – and they were there to see the most beautiful woman in the world. Loretta’s happiness at the party doubled then. For Loretta, men had the sweetest blood – and there were so many men: tall men, short men, handsome men, old men, balding men… all not realizing that they were about to have their blood spilled out. Loretta’s stomach rumbled.
She was kinder to her guests than she had ever been, knowing that they would die for her. For the most part, after saying hello, Loretta left the other guests alone, staying with those who were of her own species. Dmitri, the vampire that ran after her like a sad puppy, avoided her entirely, which pleased Loretta just fine. Valentino and Vladimir lurked in a corner with Moritia and Loretta – they all took long delicate sips of Loretta’s cyanide punch – watching as the guests fell helplessly dead: some writhing in pain, others wriggling as the cyanide pulsed through their veins… as their souls took flight. After they had all fallen, the feast began for Loretta, Moritia, Valentino, Vladimir, and Dmitri.
The Epilogue
You, my readers, must realize this: vampires cannot die unless they are ripped to shreds. Vampires seem to enjoy the kick that they get out of drinking cyanide – like how some humans like the kick they get out of roller coasters or alcohol or drugs, for vampires it’s addictive. But, even then, that cannot satisfy vampires. Their true pleasure and full satisfaction is given when they feast on human blood and the meat off of dead corpses.
The desert was rich and smooth with an elusive hint of a slightly bitter taste. Loretta licked the small silver spoon, her long white fangs extended and scraped softly against the metal. Cyanide – the best poison for her chocolate-almond cakes. Loretta nodded at her chef, who then continued to put the cakes on delicate little plates with syrup. This, Loretta thought wistfully, this would be a feast to remember. She had three hundred guests and only five of them were vampires like herself. That meant that she and five of her vampiric brethren would content their never-ending thirst on the corpses of the dead.
It was a morbid, but true, thought. Loretta moved along the line, looking and tasting the almond flavored, cyanide based dishes: chicken with ‘almond’ sauce, salad with ‘almond’ dressing… Loretta relished at the thought – 295 guests perfectly dead before she bit into their warm lifeless bodies.
Later that night…
The party was magnificent and the turn out was astounding. For Loretta, it was a wonderful party, until she noticed that more than half of the guests were men – and they were there to see the most beautiful woman in the world. Loretta’s happiness at the party doubled then. For Loretta, men had the sweetest blood – and there were so many men: tall men, short men, handsome men, old men, balding men… all not realizing that they were about to have their blood spilled out. Loretta’s stomach rumbled.
She was kinder to her guests than she had ever been, knowing that they would die for her. For the most part, after saying hello, Loretta left the other guests alone, staying with those who were of her own species. Dmitri, the vampire that ran after her like a sad puppy, avoided her entirely, which pleased Loretta just fine. Valentino and Vladimir lurked in a corner with Moritia and Loretta – they all took long delicate sips of Loretta’s cyanide punch – watching as the guests fell helplessly dead: some writhing in pain, others wriggling as the cyanide pulsed through their veins… as their souls took flight. After they had all fallen, the feast began for Loretta, Moritia, Valentino, Vladimir, and Dmitri.
The Epilogue
You, my readers, must realize this: vampires cannot die unless they are ripped to shreds. Vampires seem to enjoy the kick that they get out of drinking cyanide – like how some humans like the kick they get out of roller coasters or alcohol or drugs, for vampires it’s addictive. But, even then, that cannot satisfy vampires. Their true pleasure and full satisfaction is given when they feast on human blood and the meat off of dead corpses.
Welcome to my overly awesome mind: )
You know what I mean.
I think that I may see you later... Enjoy
May the stars watch over you,
Asiat Averas
2 comments:
O_O
Calling it a "tad" morbid might be an understatement. You're going to terrify whatever teacher is getting this story!
I must say that I like it though (guess that makes me a "tad" morbid too ^_~)!
Anyways, great descriptions! and the alomnd-cyanide connection, you've really done your research. Cyanide aside, Loretta's banquet sounds really tasty (the food part, not the people)!
Also, great name choices!
Gotta love the Euro names, especially for vampires!
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