Where Blood Stains(an original fantasy story)

[Leektheratking]

Awakening was, something else. for one moment to find yourself dead and the next alive…well mostly.



At first my awakening was something of a shock, the crushing cushions of the dense ebony coffin tightened to my limbs like a coiling satin snake, fluffed with innumerable feathers of the finest birds, the coffin was tightly sealed, I felt trapped in the claustrophobic box.



Rushing my arms forward, I felt as there was a strange tightness to them, almost dead still from something around my arms.



Feeling my fingers around, they found themselves confronting a painful catch, the burning of my fingers brushing to what felt like chains, thin almost cloth tight links of chain, the exposed skin almost instantly searing what I could only assume red from the darkness of the coffin.



It was strange, as my eyes saw perfectly clear in the darkness of the coffin, yet the colours muted to nothing, eyes seeing clearly even the tiny details, yet paradoxically the big picture of my view.



Reaching my head forward, it came to a stop as I felt a painful tear to the skin of my neck, something very sharp situated with little gap under my chin.



"what the fuck is all this man" I spoke out in frustration as panic began to set in, wiggling down and around, twisting like a decrepit worm in the satin prison, my thoughts swam as I pushed around, trying to find purchase somewhere, anywhere!



Yet as I did so, working against the densely packed coffin, I felt the sharp object slowly, ever so slowly work to scrape against the skin of my chin, then my lip, and finally my teeth as they clenched tightly around its metal surface, the curved metal digging in painfully to the edge of my lips as I forced it forward.



First there was resistance, teeth clenching tighter, even as a small crack and sharp needle of pain came from my mouth I pushed.



Second, there was give. As the blade became loose, dragging out more and more from the wood it was dug tightly into.



Thirdly there was freedom, as the blade left the wood with a squealing pop, my head unflatteringly rocketing forward with a crack as it impacted the black wood of the coffin, a screech of nails to came to ear as my head hit the wood, for once able to see beyond the bounds of my satin confinement, just a glimpse, but it was something.



From what I could see from the small opening of the coffin, was stone, smooth and worked with a layer of something white on top.



My head buzzed as I pulled it back, a small hunger begging within my stomach for once coming to my attention, as the seal of the coffin was breached, a sweet smell came through, breaching the edge of the coffin with such intensity it reminded me of an embarrassing memory of getting Maple syrup dumped on me as a child, the sickly sweet smell inundating every scent, I could taste it on the air, hear the subtle sloshing of the liquid as it sat away from me, teasing me with its distance, even as my eyes focused, more and more, the pumping of the liquid only a scant few agonizing meters away from the door.



Crack.



Its right there, my brains ringing, fat meats singing, screaming, begging, and mewling, its right there, I want it, need it, really fucking need it.



Crack.



Why does it stay there, why does it resist me, I know it's there, that I need it, yet it remains teasing me, I feel my jaw wrench open, forced beyond what my jaw can handle, a dull popping coming as my teeth sink into the widening wooden cage, tearing a chunk of the hardwood free.



CRACK.



With one last headbutt, the coffin lid was freed, from the fourty-five-degree angle of the dais that supported it, I almost sprinted from the confines, only to tumble ungracefully immediately after.



Looking down to my legs, I saw strangely a padlock tightened forcibly around a my big toe, leaving it immobile in some strange way that I didn't know, only that it was slowing me down from that beauteous smell in the room over, the sickening sweetness bring drool to my lips as my left leg kicked like a dog, until a snap and pop and flash of pain granted me mobility once more.



Sprinting like a bat out of hell, my chained body flung itself into the closed door of the room I found myself in, head rocketing back rapidly, smashing once more into the wood, even as I did so, and pain wracked every sense, I didn't stop.



I was so thirsty.



Once, twice, thrice. The reinforced wood of the door did not give way.



Once, twice, thrice, it splintered.



Once, twice… my eyes were pierced, as splints of wood smashed into the soft jelly like nothing, piercing them finely, I wretched back, an unholy scream piercing the room as I did so, limbs straining against the finely wrought chains that bound me, they pulled tighter and tighter as if by magic.



Yet, not constrained by the coffin, I felt muscle tense against the chains, even as the clothes I was wearing, what were once quite nice finery, tore under the conflicting strain, and flesh began to burn and fat simmer into slop, even as it dug to bone and began to carve deeper still I strained, finally then, did the chain break, as arms and ribs were exposed, long decomposed organs sloshing in a stew of mold and liquid rot within a chest that no longer could contain its foulness.



Yet my body moved once more, now hands free, despite the lack of muscles necessary to move them truly, perhaps it was the abhorrence that animated my form, or something worse still, the door, smashed and broken gave way within an instant as my flailing limbs hit the wood.



'finally' I thought as the wood broke, 'my sweetness, I'm here, don't worry you wont be wasted' my thoughts played as something entered my ears heedlessly, diving through the now gap the door made, I saw, even though I didn't have eyes any longer, a beautiful singing.



Bu-bump. Bu-bump. Bu-bump.



The songs beat rang, as the pop of cartilage, as the twinge of muscles contracting, as the lungs released air, as the scream rung out as I dived forward, as the neck broken from the crushing force of the slamming jaws, spine severing in an instant and even as the squelch of the veins opened under my teeth.



And I was in heaven.



I felt alive, like I had never before, I was truly really alive, more then I had ever been, as gulp after gulp of the ambrosia entered my mouth, tongue lapping the beautiful container in thanks as I felt strangely, my eyes regenerating, pulling themselves back together from ruined slime, as the same muscle coming back to my form, a buzz rising through my very soul to my body.



Never before had I been so sure I had a soul, for I just experienced the heavens, and know it to be real and true, even as my hands gripped tighter and tighter, and tongue lapped with ferocity enough I felt peeling under it from the container, my eyes finally grew back enough to see.



And to my horror the young woman under my grip, savaged and defiled, clothes and armour she bore torn from where my hands and feet sought purchase, exposing her rapidly cooling body to the noticeably cold hallway, neck ripped and torn as if a dog, no a beast ripped through and through, force enough to wrap its mouth and crush everything between it, neck and cheeks peeled from the vigorous use of my tongue.



I froze I horror, though only later would I realise why, for it was not the knowledge of what I did that froze me, but how I felt about it.



Namely that I felt nothing for her, only a distant hunger that called for more, that even as I looked to this life once lived, the only lament that I could muster, no matter how hard I tried, was that there was no more ambro…blood, to drink, and it sickened me.