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There is nothing in the dark that was not there in the light.
The following is written by: Pamela Pietragalla

Drawing by Jason
Chapter One "Sarah"
Page 3

My lovely plaything of nights gone by tilts her head to one side. The pale moon-light dances on the tears that race down her soft cheek.
She whispers, "I love you Shiva."
I snatch the hair on the back of her head and snap her head back. I then notice the tranquil stare in her deep blue eyes, it occurs to me that these dreamy eyes had seemingly and lustfully waited for this moment for an eternity. She will wait no more.
While fulfilling her destiny, I savor every drop of her passionately hot juices. Her last breath leaves her body and I continue to dine on her smooth fresh blood. The only sound in this most satisfying moment is Ivan's deep hungry growl. Then her heart slowly begins to fade. She twitches just before passing and then my prey's body goes limp. Feeling her body grow cold, I roll my eyes back in ecstasy sensing her essence melt into mine.
After sucking the last drop of her warm blood, I release her body and let it fall lifelessly onto the ground. I then lick my lips clean and blow a kiss to my sensuous victim's body.
She was pleasing to me but I had grown tired with her daily routine. I have been toying with her for a year or so. She knew by rote what was required of her each night. This dim-witted whore was not truly inclined toward sexual or carnal pleasures. She only pretended to enjoy the aspects of her profession.
Ultimately, as with all my chosen playthings, she is left unused. I had however; hoped to enjoy a few more pleasures from her before I released her. Sadly, her sexual prowess was too shallow. I had to put her out of my misery. It became the up most importance.
Then disrupting my thoughts, I could feel terminal desperation and anguish. In addition, near by I herd a scream, nay not a scream, but a shriek of utmost horror slicing threw the foggy darkness.
What could horrify a human soul so, to make such a noise? The few commoners in and around the Plaza scuffle to their homes. For fear of pillagers the villagers quickly close the wooden shutters covering their windows and lock their doors. The village then becomes deathly quite.
Who? If not I, could frighten some one so? I am the only kindred one living in this village with its' small farms and the red brick buildings that encircle the Plaza. This village is small enough where I know most by face. Accompanying the shadows of time through the years, I witnessed generations from birth to death. With every passing new moon's light, I saw their fragile mortal life wither
My curiosity peaks. Following where the sound came from, it leads me across the Plaza. Then two strangers come into view. They must be from far away because I have never seen them before. I then could see that they were overpowering Sarah. This captures my full attention.
Sarah is the baker's daughter and they live next to the Village Inn where I live.
These two vile, dirty men had accosted this sweet belle on a near by narrow lane. I could clearly see their intent to perversely molest this belle, who as of yet has not been initiated into womanhood.
Responding immediately I was at the scene of her eminent debasement in the span of time it takes to bat an eye. Two things stun me at once. The first was that these toads and toads they appear to be. Both covered in putrid foul smelling sores and with boils oozing thick foul yellow puss.
The shorter of the two lifts Sarah up from behind and seals her mouth while the other grabs onto her franticly kicking legs. Seeing Sarah so terrified and trying to gasp for air, with her innocence in jeopardy put me in a fuzzy daze. Even in her fragile mortal terror, Sarah radiates with loveliness.
Swallowing my disgust that these two maggots are classified as human, a flash of haunting memories causes my eyes to look through tears of a distant yesteryear.
In these times, a woman-child is an asset to her family provided she is pure. If she is not a virgin, she becomes a burden until such time that either she or her parents die. Even if it were beyond her ability to protect her innocence, no so called decent man would take a tainted wife.

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written by:Pamela Pietragalla

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