Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20141113103340/@comment-5583506-20150105185906

"Well, aren't you a sight for fucking sore eyes?" chuckled Varg when he saw Hay.

The children looked aggressively at Varg. It seemed that they were strangers to curse words.

"Sorry", he muttered when he noticed their reaction.

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She had made a mess of herself. Her face and hands were covered in blood and other bodily fluids. She still had an awkward and bitter taste in her mouth. The Redguard had thankfully died fast and didn't put up much of a struggle. Carmilla's hunger for flesh had finally been satisfied and she would probably not cause her any problems for some time.

You did well, little Claire, said Carmilla pleased. ''And you put on a good act to bring me my meal. Thankfully none of your other friends were here to see you... like this...''

"Shut up", mumbled Claire with her mouth full of blood, as she spurted out that which she hadn't the stomach to swallow.

Some tendons were still stuck in her teeth. Her innards revolted against their nature in order to consume that which she had taken from the Redguard. Suddenly there was a loud banging on the cellar door.

She turned around quickly. There was no way she would be able to hide the half-eaten corpse in time.

"Hazek?" called a voice from the other side of the door. "It is Cyrmandil. I spoke with the innkeeper and he told me you went down here with a girl. Well... whatever you are doing in there with her, make sure to pull up your breeches and get going. That caravan won't raid itself, you know?"

There was an awkward silence. Claire sat completely still and quiet as she observed the door from afar.

"Hazek? Are you in there? Get your dick out of that girl and let's get moving already."

Claire started to feel Carmilla pound inside her head again. The demon wanted to be fed entirely and would not just be satisfied with one it seemed. The entity made Claire sneak all the way to the door, unlock it and then as quickly as possibly blend with the shadows.

The door slowly slid open and Cyrmandil stepped inside. "Hazek? What are you doing down here with her? It is dark and it smells like... like..." He wrinkled his nose with disgust. "By the Divines, did you gut an animal or something down here? Or did you just go all the way south on her?" he shrugged. "Alright, enough games let's just..."

The Altmer suddenly slipped on something wet on the stone floor. "Ah, fuck... Hazek, dammit! Say something! It is dark and I can't..."

His hand fumbled around in the darkness until it grasped something sticky. He quickly pulled back his hand and wiped it off on his robes.

"That's it", he grumbled and lit a spell in his hand to grant him vision.

He wished he hadn't.

Hazek was dead and his face was frozen in fear as if he had witnessed something horrible before his ultimate demise. His rib cage had been ripped clean open as if he had been attacked by a wild animal, like a mountain lion or worse. His eyes stared blankly out in front of them and seemed to stare intensively at Cyrmandil.

The Altmer screamed in horror and rushed to the door, only to realise that someone had locked it behind. "Open up! By the Gods, open up! OPEN UP!"

Carmilla purred contently as she observed her prey from the shadows. The Altmer was lucky. He wouldn't have to stare her right into her face as he died, as Hazek had...