Short Chapter. bite me. I mean its something, better then nothing right? I haven't worked on this one in so long that I kind of deserve some slack right. Mabe I should just abandon this story, write you all a beautiful ending (respectable explaining the events that lead up to it) and leave it at that, what do you all think?
"God damn mother fucking son of a…" Sierra continued to mumble random profanities as she made her way down the dark hallway, ignoring the drunken soldiers returning from their first day off.

"Hey, hey isss tha demon bich." One fumbled over words as his friends chuckled, carrying the drunken moron between them.

Sierra ignored the rambling buffoon and moved to pass the trio to find the drunken man falling over himself, and running into her, forcing her back into the wall.

"Soawie." The man grunted reaching out to push himself away, his Palmerton on her chest.

Before anyone could react Sierra had the man again the wall, claws digging into his main arteries and veins, ignoring the sickening gurgle and bloody froth that ran down his chin.

"Get off!" The corpses companions yelled trying to pull her off only to have her snap her fangs at them, her eyes void of any color, only a blank unnerving white remained.

Sierra released the man, allowing him to crumple on the floor, blood pooling around his neck wounds, his chest cavity collapsing forcing out the final death sigh.

She glared at the remaining two, her nature unleashed as she watched them retreat, allowing her feet to shift and advance herself towards her newly acquired prey.


Sierra woke up in the morning with a head ache and a calm demeanor.

She sat up slowly in her bed to see blood staining her sheets and skin.

Slowly raising a hand to eye level she say the dried blood between her humanoid digits.

"Oh no…" She groaned trying to remember what she had done, but the blood chilling scream that echoed through the corridors saved her the trouble.


Dilandau raced down the stone tunnels, following the flow of men towards the screaming servant.

He shoved people out of his way, careless of the walls on either side in which they hit, some of them stumbling to the ground.

The smell was over whelming the closer he came. Soon he saw steaks of blood on the stone walls, increasing in amount the closer he got.

The site he stumbled upon already had other groan men retching against the walls of the corridor.

Three twisted, crumpled corpses lay across his path.

The one laying in a pool of blood, created by deep puncture wounds to the throat was the only one recognizable.

The second seemed to have it's face scratched off as well as it's stomach scratched out laying his innards bare.

The third had had his face repeatedly bashed into the stone leaving a bloody stain on the walls.

"Oh god." Dilandau hissed raising the back of his hand to his face hoping to block the stench and control his stomach motion.

Opposite the scene the crowd parted to reveal Sierra, dried blood covering her hands, staining her face and splattered across her clothing.

Dilandau could only stare at her as she looked over the scene in disbelief as if she herself had only just stumbled across it.

"Oh god…" Her voice echoed her own as her demon blessed eyes met his own.


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