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Elowen Jocosta




That word had been running through Elowen’s head like a marathon racer for the past several days. She had thoughts of both doubt and acceptance but no matter the thoughts she had she still couldn’t figure out how it had happened to her. She knew the facility was to blame but how and more importantly why? Why would they pick up people from the street to turn them into something that people didn’t believe existed? Were they doing it just because they could or had they done it for some other nefarious reason that Elowen couldn’t answer?

It just didn’t make any sense.

Over a month has passed since her escape from the mysterious medical research lab and up until a week ago she still had no idea what had happened to her. She was blacking out and waking up to the carnage of whatever she had done during those times of darkness. At first she had tried to convince herself that she wasn’t the one leaving the trail of bodies, but instead she was being framed or just happened to pass out next to a dead body….

Elowen had tried very hard to convince herself that the blood spilled wasn’t caused by her but she had to face the facts. The blood, the decimated bodies, the succulent cooper taste lingering on her tongue. She murdered these people, she drank from their bodies and then she left their bodies to rot. Even thinking about it now made her body retch and rise bile from her stomach. She was disgusted with herself at the crimes she was committing but she didn’t know how to stop it. Wedge deep in the back of her mind, she didn’t want to stop it.

There was a sick type of power that came from the ghastly deeds she was partaking in. Elowen was given a strength that she had never possessed before in her life, but she had no control and that is what scared her most. She woke up to the bodies of people she didn’t know that had their throats ripped open and milky eyes staring back at her in horror. They knew, they saw her face and they knew that she was the one taking their lives from them.

But why?

She still didn’t have the answer to that questions.

Why had this happened to her? And why would somebody want to create vicious, murderess creatures just to keep locked up in a facility?

She remembered the echoing screams of people trapped in their rooms along the halls, she had heard their agonizing cries and she still refused to ask the questions before it was too late.


Were they all being transformed into vampires or did the facility dapple in other mythical creatures as well?

There were too many questions that needed to be answered and Elowen was afraid to start looking. What if when she started looking she didn’t like the answers, or worse what if she did?

All of these thoughts and questions were running through Elowen’s head as she sat outside a café with her hand clenched around a glass of raspberry tea that she refused to drink. She had only gotten it to give her an air of normalcy as she sat in the wrought iron chair alone. Her light brown locks of tangled hair was pulled into a loose ponytail at the back of her neck. A sweater encompassed her petit figure and jeans clung to her legs. Even with the early afternoon sun beating down on her she still felt a chilling shiver in her spine.

She would never get used to this new feeling of cold. It was too deathly for her liking.

Elowen wasn’t sure what she was going to accomplish by sitting out in public pondering the questions with no answers but she did it anyways, she needed to be around people, she felt like being in public would make her accountable for her actions. It was also teaching her a very important lesson in resistance.

She could hear the blood swooshing in their veins and the beatings of their heavy hearts was a symphony to her ears. The urge to kill was dancing across her mind but she remained seated, her hand clenching tighter to the hard plastic cup in her hand.

August 08, 2019 12:31 pm

Elowen Jocosta

Her mind was a trip wire waiting to explode at the slightest touch, her mind fragile and unpredictable. Her hunger never wavered no matter how hard she held onto the cup, tethering herself to the reality around her. She tried to make attachments to this earth, to keep her mind steady and at ease. She felt that was the reason she touched people so much, partly because she craved an affection she did not know and partly because she needed something to cement her to this earth. One touch and the explosion would shoot her to another realm where her mind went blank and her actions became deadly.

Pump Pump.

Pump Pump.

Pump Pump.

Someone’s heart was beating against their chest cavity like it was ready to burst from within. Her dark brown eyes searched the immediate area, hunting for the source of the magical composition of life. She saw the beauty that was a beating heart and she wanted nothing more than to get near to it. She wanted to see it in her hands, beating the precious, precious blood that called out to her. There was a certain power that came with the desire for blood, the ability to control if somebody lives or dies. Elowen always seemed to black out, but it was clear that she always choose death over life.

A man was staring at Elowen, one of those linger stares as his eyes slither the length of her body. His heart beating heavily in his chest, his blood rushing south. Men. Typical. Seeing a women as nothing more than a sexual beacon to use at their disposal. He was the culprit of the beating heart, and Elowen wouldn’t deny her hunger any longer.

She batted her lashes in his direction and arched her back, popping the curve of her as.s and chest out, luring him into an easily lain trap. She gave him a small fluttery wave of her fingers before turning her back to him to finish the water in her glass. Chipped nails tapped against the wrought iron table as she counted down the seconds till the man approached her.

“Hey, you look like you could use some company?”  The conversation was mundane  but it lead to him asking her back to his place for a drink so they could get to know each other better. Elowen had learned her lesson about going places with strangers, but that was a different Elowen, an Elowen that was weak and had no power. This women following him back to his apartment wasn’t a scared drug addicted girl, she was a monster hunting down her prey. The flesh and blood her trophy when she successfully overcame his advances.

The man’s apartment was a mess, clothes were scattered across the floor, dirty dishes toppled out of the sink and stretched across the counter, and his bed was a tangle of sheets on top of what appeared to be a very well broken mattress. Still, Elowen wasn’t repulsed by the man’s lack of cleanliness. She could care less about the mess, she was here for one thing, and it wasn’t a long term relationship.

It didn’t take long for him to kiss her and lead her to the dirty mattress on the floor, and it took him even less time to strip himself of his clothing. His hands and mouth were caressing every part of Elowen that he could, he had managed to remove her shirt from her body but when he made a move to remove her pants she changed the game. Swiftly she rolled on top of the naked man, her hands pushing his shoulders down against the mattress.

A flirtatious glint filled his eyes as her watched her. He had no idea what he was in for.

Her smooth, luscious pink lips place a passionate kiss against his mouth as she ran her hands down his sides, feeling the muscles tense in excitement beneath her cool fingers. Her mouth teased his neck before she trailed her mouth down the length of his torso, stopping to suck and nibble at the flesh on his hips. She looked up to him and when she saw his head fallen back with his eyes close and moved her way back up his body.

Finding the pulsing vein under his jaw Elowen planted a firm kiss before teasing the delicate skin with her teeth. He let out a sound of pleasure and that was when Elowen bit.

Elowen lack fangs, meaning no kill was a clean kill. Whatever the facility had tried to turn her into didn’t fully work. She thirsted for blood, and her heart no longer beat but her teeth never sharpened to points for easy killing. Wen’s jaw clamped around the man’s neck and tore at the flesh of his neck. Blood squirted from the torn vein and pooled in Elowen’s awaiting mouth. His body quivered and for a moment he fought against her bite but soon he faded to tremors and then became still all together. Elowen pulled her mouth away for a moment to spit the gnawed vein from her teeth. She pulled the dead body close to her body and pressed her mouth against his torn neck. The waterfall of blood settled down her throat in a steady stream and she gulped with each mouthful.

 Eventually the blood slowed to a trickle and Elowen pushed the dead body away. Skin pulled away from the muscle at the man’s neck and flopped against the mattress exposing the torn vein. Elowen wiped her hand against her mouth and looked at the coating of blood on it before wiping it against her bloody chest. The lack of precision had painted her entire torso red and left her looking like Carrie on prom night.

Simply picking her discarded shirt from the floor she pulled it back over her head and watched as it absorbed the sticky blood. It was still fairly light outside, so it seemed Elowen would be sticking around until nightfall.

Smiling she searched the room with a hop in her step. There had to be something interesting in this place to keep her busy.

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