unwanted presences }} Ali

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ARAGORN BLACKMORE

my word, is law.

Tonight I had taken my prize and now here she lay. Strapped to the table in front of me, her mouth gagged with the sock that I have used on may before. Blood coated it in uneven layers- but did I care? No. Not at all. I didn’t care about her, about anything but the pearls that lay captive in her mouth, the pearls which were mine for the taking. With a small smile I place down the glass of water which I had placed to my lips. It made no sound as I pressed it against the table, and I made no sound as I wander over to the woman who now struggled ever so slightly at the view of my unwavering smile. Gently I run one of my long fingers down the curve of her jaw, my eyes sparkling with anticipation. She was scared- but that was nothing compared to what was about to happen.

I smile down at her once again before pulling away, before turning my back on her struggling body. She could try all she wanted, she could thrash all she wanted… she wasn’t going anywhere. This place, this dark cellar was the last place she would see. My face, my dancing eyes, charming, but disturbing smile, was the last face she was going to see. The thought didn’t unnerve me, it never did. My fingers fumble with the drip, the needle that would pierce the delicate skin of her hand. I only take me a moment to connect the plastic tube with the bag that would release the liquid into her blood stream, which would them make her muscles numb and out of her control. It would give me a few hours- more than enough time.

In a moment I am back by her side, my hand reaching for hers. Her hand is cold in mine and I sigh before placing down the bag beside her and kneeling down so that I was level with her body. “You’re cold?” I ask my voice take on a sense of concern. “Here let me help you out,” I purr as I slide her hand between the warmth of both of mine. I hold her hand for a few minutes, silence enveloping the both of us. She doesn’t cry or whimper. Not a sound and to be totally honest- I quite liked it. “There don’t you feel better?” Silence. “Good.”

I place her hand back down on the table and get to my feet once again, my hand reaching for the drip which I slide into the skin of her hand. The woman on the table flinches and then it seems to sink in and she beings to panic, her screams muffled by the socks, her arms tied down to the table, her feet strapped down tightly. I secure the needle in her arm before crying the bag of fluid over to the stand which will hold it up right and allow the liquid to enter the girls blood stream. I make sure it is secure in place before allow the stream of liquid to run free and into the veins of the girl.

Once again I turn away from the girl and allow the paralysing liquid to slip through her veins, allowing it to affect her in the way that it is supposed to, allowing the girl to become somewhat comfortable. I laugh to myself. Well as comfortable as she was going to get. For now anyways.

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☠ Morana Blackmoore ☠ Morana sighed contently as she rolled onto her back- her skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat- and smiled up at the tall ceiling above her. She loved her evenings of intense passion and strange lovers who she had just picked up from bars and nightclubs; the number of men she had bedded was endless. Of course, Morana had taste. She would not just pick up anyone; they had to fit a certain criteria: good looking, good taste in clothes and the scent of perfume was also important for Morana, she preferred those who wore perfume that was neither too strong nor too weak. However the most important aspect of a man was whether they would be missed or not- someone who had too high a profile would be missed but just another accountant or another trainee nurse known for going missing for days on end after drunken escapades would not. Turning her head onto the cushion of jet black hair that sprouted from her head- she looked at her latest lover. Handsome looking, rich and smelling of the forest; Morana knew he would be around for a while longer. String him along. Form a ‘relationship’ with him- then kill him. Might as well prune some of the riches he had with him she thought to herself as she watched the man’s chest rise and fall gently as his breath rumbled from his chest as a snore. It was not often she left the lovers alive for long after their time in bed- a week at the most- the men would begin to catch on that something was odd about her family; at which point it was time to put the man to rest. She enjoyed their deaths but sometimes, secretly, Morana enjoyed the company. *** Charming, beautiful and just a little bit awkward; those were all the things he was and Morana was not. He had decided to sit with her at lunch again, dressed in their blazers and ties, beneath the clock in the canteen. Most people were eating outside in the sun but Morana preferred to be alone; unless it was him. He smiled at her as he sat beside her and chuckled deeply when she didn’t pause to look away- she was sure she was blushing- as she stared in surprise at the young teen. They had talked once or twice but never partook in full conversations. “Hello” he said “Hi..” Morana replied, a bit wary about why he had come over and sat with her. He had friends, she knew he did but why had he decided to come sit with her. “Your Morana Blackmoore aren't you??” “Well done, you know my name” “Everyone knows the Blackmoore’s” the boy stuck his fork into the salad before chewing on the lettuce. Swallowing her turned to her with a bit of a frown on his face “No offence or anything, but you guys are a bit weird” “None taken.” She said sourly, pushing her food around her plate “No no, not all of you. I mean, I don’t think you’re weird” the boy hurriedly spoke, stumbling over his words as he went. Looking up at him, Morana smiled a little. He was one of few who did not think she was a weirdo and that, oddly enough, made her happy; she was always the girl who had no one to partner up with when she was in class because no one wanted to work with the freak Blackmoore. Girl’s poked fun at her because of she was thin and skinny; almost skeleton like. They joked that she wasn't a District 2 citizen at all but someone from the Seam of District 12 who had no money or food; which was completely untrue- Morana had all the food and money she could ask for. She just didn’t put weight on as much as others did. Maybe he had good intentions after all. Morana blinked a little after a brief moment of day dreaming before looking at her partner who was now in a deep slumber. It was terribly boring, laying there in silence, so Morana decided to go see if anyone was around to talk too. Slipping out from under the covers, Morana crept across the room, slipping on her maroon silk dressing gown and then walked out onto the hallway. It was dark- no light spilled from underneath the doors of bedrooms which meant all were asleep. How dull Morana thought to herself as she walked gracefully down the staircase; before she had even reached the bottom she heard quiet talking from the basement below and unless it was the corpses talking, then someone was down there. “There don’t you feel better?” Morana listened at the door to the basement. There was a pause before the person spoke again but she knew by the patronizing smooth tone of the male’s voice that it was her loving brother Aragon. There was no one else she’d rather avoid talking to but he was the only one awake and her partner was asleep upstairs in bed; so he was better than nothing. Slowly wrapping her hand around the door handle, her long manicured fingers wrapping tightly around the metal nodule, she opened the door and went down into the dim light. Padding quietly down the stairs so that Aragon would not hear her, the young woman smelt the stench of death before she even reached the bottom. Stains of blood trailed across the wooden planks of the stairs and across the cold stone flooring of the basement; it felt like she were walking on ice as she crossed the basement to where Aragon was. She leant against the wall that partitioned his part of the basement as she watched him step back from his table. There was a pretty girl tied there, motionless, looking fearfully up at the ceiling with tear soaked eyes- her mumbles were increasingly quiet as the seconds ticked by. Aragon stood there watching, unaware of the young seductress presence. “I didn’t know you batted for that team Aragon!” Morana gasped, exaggerating a false looking shocked face as she looked towards the girl WC☠1,030