Dracina moaned in ecstasy as she drained the flowing rush of blood from her latest victim. He was a late night groundskeeper that she lured out into the street with her alluring charms and overpowered with her superior strength. Now he struggled against her feebly, filled with terrible fear as she consumed his life. So deceived by her beauty he had been, desiring her the moment he saw her in that tight, black lace top and barely concealing miniskirt, legs covered in those delicious black stockings.
His lust is what had caught him inside her trap. Now he could only fight helplessly against the euphoria of her bite, unwillingly enjoying every last drop of his blood being drained out. The terror and confusion made him taste all the better to Dracina.
The blonde-haired elven woman jerked her head back suddenly when she saw the several approaching forms armed with swords walking toward her, poised to attack. She hissed, holding her prisoner close, the man slowly drifting off to death as she had already claimed far too much of his life-giving essence to provide his brain with sufficient oxygen.
"Halt, vampire," stated one of the armed men. "You have been caught in the act of your vile deeds. You're under arrest by order of the governess of Rhy'Din. You shall be taken into custody, anything you say or do will be held against you in the court of law. Surrender now." And he poised his weapon, ready to strike. At last the town watch was finally on the right track.
Dracina merely had to laugh. These police dared threaten her in her element, the night itself" She was so amused, she didn't even bother acknowledging the stop of her meal's heart in its beat, still holding him as a macabre flesh shield. Indeed the town watch had been on higher alert these nights, what with all the chaotic murders, bombings, and slaver raids that plagued the city. She knew she'd run into them again eventually, the last when she was caught burning the remains of her latest meal.
"You think you can stand a chance against me?" she said in an amused tone. "I command the night, you fools. You cannot do battle with the night....I am not a rookie vampire that you can slay in mere moments and call it a day. I've been the Mistress of the Moonlight since long before your grandparents were born." The town watchmen came in closer, and she backed away, dragging her shield of a corpse. "You three men will die very quickly!" With that she threw the corpse at them.
Two of the watchmen dodged, but the third was encumbered as the body fell on him. Clumsily he pushed it away while his two companions charged at Dracina. The vampiress merely weaved and dodged in surreal speed as they swung their swords uselessly against her, then with a commanding strength she slammed out her palms against their chests, knocking them both several feet away. Metal clanged against cement as their swords dropped to the ground.
"That drain you feel now is your life slipping just a bit out of your grasp," Dracina declared triumphantly against the two, and then looked to the third who had regained his guard and composure. "I could finish you three by myself without using my left hand. But I prefer a much more entertaining show." And following this, she clapped her hands together once and the air in the street grew incredibly cold.
Moans and shambling footsteps filled the street around the combatants. The three watchmen looked around in horror as rotting creatures neither dead nor alive skulked forward to their prey. Zombies, numbering no more than ten, surrounded the town watchmen and closed in with grasping, clawed fingers. Dracina watched on with glee as her obedient and mindless slaves began their dark work.
Screams filled the neighborhood as the zombies tore the three watchmen to shreds. Sounds of bone cracking and muscle and sinew tearing could be heard for a block while the undead slaughtered the living. After a few grisly moments, it was done and the watchmen's corpses littered the street in pieces. Dismembered arms and legs, ruptured stomachs and intestine, crushed or stretched rib cages decorated the road. It was an early sign and warning of what was to come much later when evil secured its hold over Rhy'Din.
Realizing the noise would attract others to eventually investigate, Dracina led her small platoon of zombie soldiers from the scene. And so the road would remain that way until the rest of the town watch discovered it in the earliest hours of the morning.
His lust is what had caught him inside her trap. Now he could only fight helplessly against the euphoria of her bite, unwillingly enjoying every last drop of his blood being drained out. The terror and confusion made him taste all the better to Dracina.
The blonde-haired elven woman jerked her head back suddenly when she saw the several approaching forms armed with swords walking toward her, poised to attack. She hissed, holding her prisoner close, the man slowly drifting off to death as she had already claimed far too much of his life-giving essence to provide his brain with sufficient oxygen.
"Halt, vampire," stated one of the armed men. "You have been caught in the act of your vile deeds. You're under arrest by order of the governess of Rhy'Din. You shall be taken into custody, anything you say or do will be held against you in the court of law. Surrender now." And he poised his weapon, ready to strike. At last the town watch was finally on the right track.
Dracina merely had to laugh. These police dared threaten her in her element, the night itself" She was so amused, she didn't even bother acknowledging the stop of her meal's heart in its beat, still holding him as a macabre flesh shield. Indeed the town watch had been on higher alert these nights, what with all the chaotic murders, bombings, and slaver raids that plagued the city. She knew she'd run into them again eventually, the last when she was caught burning the remains of her latest meal.
"You think you can stand a chance against me?" she said in an amused tone. "I command the night, you fools. You cannot do battle with the night....I am not a rookie vampire that you can slay in mere moments and call it a day. I've been the Mistress of the Moonlight since long before your grandparents were born." The town watchmen came in closer, and she backed away, dragging her shield of a corpse. "You three men will die very quickly!" With that she threw the corpse at them.
Two of the watchmen dodged, but the third was encumbered as the body fell on him. Clumsily he pushed it away while his two companions charged at Dracina. The vampiress merely weaved and dodged in surreal speed as they swung their swords uselessly against her, then with a commanding strength she slammed out her palms against their chests, knocking them both several feet away. Metal clanged against cement as their swords dropped to the ground.
"That drain you feel now is your life slipping just a bit out of your grasp," Dracina declared triumphantly against the two, and then looked to the third who had regained his guard and composure. "I could finish you three by myself without using my left hand. But I prefer a much more entertaining show." And following this, she clapped her hands together once and the air in the street grew incredibly cold.
Moans and shambling footsteps filled the street around the combatants. The three watchmen looked around in horror as rotting creatures neither dead nor alive skulked forward to their prey. Zombies, numbering no more than ten, surrounded the town watchmen and closed in with grasping, clawed fingers. Dracina watched on with glee as her obedient and mindless slaves began their dark work.
Screams filled the neighborhood as the zombies tore the three watchmen to shreds. Sounds of bone cracking and muscle and sinew tearing could be heard for a block while the undead slaughtered the living. After a few grisly moments, it was done and the watchmen's corpses littered the street in pieces. Dismembered arms and legs, ruptured stomachs and intestine, crushed or stretched rib cages decorated the road. It was an early sign and warning of what was to come much later when evil secured its hold over Rhy'Din.
Realizing the noise would attract others to eventually investigate, Dracina led her small platoon of zombie soldiers from the scene. And so the road would remain that way until the rest of the town watch discovered it in the earliest hours of the morning.