The body suddenly twitched.

It was amazing how much blood was held inside of just one man. Carnal sat in the dark room with her back flush against the richly decorated library wall. Her ghostly eyes danced over the slashed corpse, laying in a pool of his own dark blood, irreverently sprawled on the floor not more than a yard from her booted feet.

Absently, she played with the dripping straight razor in her gloved hands. She then slowly raised it to her mouth and allowed her lengthy tongue to lap out at its inviting blade. A quick turn of her wrist to expose the entire silver gleam as she tasted the fruits of this evening's labor.

The tang of copper filled Carnal's insatiable mouth. This man who she had just murdered ten minutes ago was truly a pig, but he tasted so very damn sweet. Her employer would pay dearly for this mark. Pay...or soon join the stuck pig in Hell.

She sighed dreamily as she reclined in the confines of the shady room. Tonight, her face was eerily painted like some twisted clown-doll, and her black eyes were wide open. She stared with an exaggerated dead-gazed interest at a wooden shelf before her which contained nothing more than empty trinkets and useless possessions of a life whose time was just abruptly ended. She giggled.

A noisy thunderstorm carried on its roving antics outside. Rain and thunder continued to bang with eager hands in a vain attempt to get inside this abode. A smile spread on the killer?s lips as she leisurely allowed her strong leg to stretch out and firmly kick the side of the dead man's bald head. The black, bladed boot sliced a new gash into the side of his smooth scalp. Thicker blood gradually oozed out in response to her senseless action.

Interesting this all was. The West End was truly a fun place to be as of late. Savage murders and complete mayhem were running more rampant than ever before. Blood-crazed monsters were crawling forth from their gloomy crypts in the dead of night to feast on human flesh and to utterly terrorize the waking moments of the living. Fear itself was everywhere. The authorities were seemingly helpless to stop any of it, even with the faction of skilled women warriors called the ?Scathachians? aiding them.

Interesting this all was. Interesting and damn funny. Carnal loved to laugh. And she was laughing quite hard as of late. Honestly, laughter was so hard to contain recently because she clearly understood that everyone in this city was truly f----d. Everyone would probably end up dead by the end of all this s--t. She could feel it down to her immoral bones.

Everyone dead. Everyone. Even her. She wanted to laugh out loud once more at the hilarity of it all. Not now though. Time to laugh and dance at a later hour. She was earnestly bored with this scenery. No sense in her wasting precious time here any longer.

It was now time for the fanatical assassin to return to the Great Cemetery. It was only about a three mile ride from here, and to her insane perspective that place was oh so safe. The dark "arms" that embraced her and the graveyard chill which tickled the nape of her painted neck truly made her feel invincible. It was Carnal?s favorite place to reflect, to laugh, to plot, and to think.

After all, who better than the dead to confess a lifetime of grisly atrocities and vile sins to? God knows there were plenty more for her to commit.

By the time the next roll of thunder boomed its loud arrival, Carnal was gone, but her childlike laughter still echoed in the vacant home of her murdered victim.

The blonde elven vampire stood alone on the top of Crypt des Enigma, surveying her private kingdom of death and rot. She blended in well with the night, her sleeveless mid-thigh dress camouflaging her within the dark. She was unbothered by the rain and wind that pelted her without relent. Beneath her, the crypt door remained sealed shut, the moans of her undead minions blocked from the ears of outsiders. It was a private army that would see the eventual ruin of Rhy'Din when the time was right.

But it was not right yet.... No. Many cards still had to be played. She and her allies still needed their time to prepare.

Now she continued standing upon her roost as her pretty blue eyes observed a lone figure creeping through the graveyard toward the east and coming to a rest. She had observed this same person moving in and out of the graveyard the last several nights, and did nothing to hamper such regular visits. Anyone who had such a healthy respect for the dead deserved their peace. The cemetary, after all, was one of the places she rarely hunted. Sure, there had been a few meals here or there... but it wasn't a common event.

So there she stood, simply watching the person in the distance with an unfeeling gaze. Another night will pass and then another day, and so forth in repeat....

Dracina's eyes followed the figure that quickly closed the distance between them until she was a mere ten feet away. At this vantage, in the windy night, the low available light caused her pupils to glow that fierce red that haunted many nightmares. She simply stared at the assassin, listening to the quickening heartbeat as it paced with excitement and curiosity. It was like a delicious melody to her ears.

There was a bright flash of lightning that surrounded them in the graveyard that allowed Dracina to be more clearly seen. She simply smiled at the assassin at this point, a pair of fangs visible against her bright red painted lips. A brief nod of acknowledgement and then the cemetary grew dark again. A deep roll of thunder began.

Moments seem to pass, the night seeming darker as Carnal's eyes would have to readjust after the lightning had lit up the area. It was difficult to tell if Dracina still stood there. The wandering question would be answered soon as another bright flash of lightning filled the area.

Dracina was gone. She was nowhere to be seen where she had once stood, perched atop the Crypt des Enigma. Now, the only faces that peered down at the assassin was a group of grotesques, skillfully carved into the stone of the crypt and sneering maliciously like the demons they resembled.