BLOODLUST by Bil Caesar

bCK

AHAHAHA, she kept her uniform, lucy you

why aint she a nurse no more?

Conflict of interests, she not allowed to date a patient so she had 2 choose to either lose her job or me. Lol. So she chose me. She gotta lot of other outfits too. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

AAWwww thas sweet, she gave up her job for you

you need to pay her back

and put that outfit to use

soz bil, i gtta love ya and leave ya

bye

have a great night, and i mean GREAT

I know, i felt well guilty bout costing Sarah her job but she is a great nurse and she already got a interveiw wit another hospital that pays better anyway. So it may have worked out for the best anyay. Lol.

She knows i will do anyfin for her anyway. And i do mean anyfin. Lol. (Provided it dont involve another bloke,) I got nufin agenst gay ppl but i aint gay so i cudnt do anyfin like that. Eeeeew!

The uniform has had plenty of use. Lol. Trust me!!

U hav a gud nite 2 SHF!

lol

God for you

plenty of use Aye

seems that place has a lot of fun

I wudnt say it a lot of fun but i manage. Lol.

hehe

Gotta go mate, gotta get some stuff sorted for Connor as he bk 2 skool 2moro. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! Lol.

lol

have a good time

bye

CHAPTER 8
Jack

London. 2nd November 1888 – 2:14am

The fog that had smothered London on and off over the last few months had finally dissipated. The rain earlier this evening had left the air smelling crisp and clean, the stars glisten in the night sky like hundreds of tiny pinpricks, the moon is large and shines brightly casting London in an eerie glow.
The police that have been hunting the Whitechapel Butcher were finally granted a rest, hoping that he wouldn't risk doing his murderous debauchery for one night because he doesn't have the cover of the fog.
People start to come out of the safety of their homes, feeling safer now that the fog has gone, hoping that because of the reduced police presence, the killer had either been captured or killed. Within moments the streets become littered with the crooks and prostitutes, each of them going about their business, laughing and joking as if the terror that they had feared over the last few months was nothing more than a bad dream, that was now, long forgotten.

A petite curvaceous woman with dark hair walks the streets of Whitechapel hoping that everyone will be wrong in their quick assumptions. She wears a black dress made from the finest Italian silks and a red shawl wrapped around her shoulders both damp and clinging to her body slightly from the downpour earlier tonight. She is a beautiful woman, her face a perfect oval shape with large hazel eyes and full red lips.
Louise has been in London for just over a week, wanting to meet the infamous Butcher of Whitechapel. It is the only reason she came to London and walks the cobbled streets, moving amongst the rabble of unfortunates. The whores glare at her and whisper insults amongst themselves as Louise passes, many of them are obviously jealous of her flawless beauty. The men however, crooks and gentlemen alike, look at her with lust gleaming in their eyes, each one of them mentally undressing her and imagining her succumbing to their deepest perversions. Louise continues down the street, her head held high, not sparing even a glance at any of the scarred, older women or the well dressed men around her.
She spots a young prostitute called Laura at the far end of the street and moves toward her. Laura almost seems to have an ethereal glow, the moonlight makes her blonde hair shimmer and her soft pale skin seems milky.
Louise had met Laura the day she had arrived in London and had hired her as a guide to help her navigate the dark, maze like streets. Louise had paid her handsomely and had given her many rare and expensive trinkets for her services. One of which is the gown that she is now wearing. Laura wears a light blue dress very similar to her own and a navy shawl, covered in sparkling sequins is draped over her shoulders, doing very little to protect her from the damp chill that is carried on the brisk winds.
Laura looks at Louise as she approaches, they greet each other in a lasting embrace, giving each other a gentle peck on the cheek. After a short moment they pull away from each other.
“This is the place?” Louise asks Laura in her soft Italian accent.
Laura's green eyes meet Louise's, as she nods her head. “Yep, this is the place alrigh'.”
Together they gaze at the people that surround them, hoping to find their target. Louise hopes that the street where she and Laura now stood would be the most likely place that the killer would stalk his next victim.
No one else had found a pattern in the Whitechapel murders, least of all, the police. Louise had found a recognizable pattern amidst the chaos of gore and bloodshed. A pattern that she hadn't seen in a long time.
It is extremely rare that Louise is impressed by a man but her one wish is to meet him, just once so that she can give him a truly remarkable gift, a gift that would make the devil himself cower in the deepest pits of hell.
That is assuming that he hasn't disappeared along with the fog. She thinks to herself.
Louise isn't bothered in the slightest at the cold but she notices Laura shivering slightly as the chill on the wind worsens, causing Laura's bare arms to be covered in goose pimples. Louise smiles faintly at the vulnerable young woman next to her, her smile quickly disappears when she also shudders slightly and feels a prickle on the back of her neck as her hairs stand on end.
It's not the cold. She realizes, knowing that the coldest weather known to man would never cause her body to have this much of a reaction.
She looks at the people around her hoping to discern the cause of this unpleasant feeling that courses through her body, she looks again at Laura and notices that she is staring at something. Louise follows her friends gaze and sees a tall man across the street from them.
He is easily six feet tall – even without the top hat that rests atop his head – his long black coat swathes behind him as he slips through the crowds, the prostitutes around him, approach him and make him sordid offers that would make the most common, filthy minded men blush with embarrassment. The tall man just ignores them as he continues moving, his eyes shifting from one woman to the next, sizing each of them up. His predatory demeanor reminds Louise of a wolf moving through a field of sheep, looking for the most decent kill in the entire flock.
Suddenly he stops walking and straightens his back, standing even taller than Louise had first thought. He looks around himself as if he has lost something until his eyes finally meet hers, he stands still, motionless, watching Louise and Laura as they watch him.
He steps off of the pavement and begins to slowly approach both them, Laura's fear gets the better of her as the man steps closer, she looks at the ground and moves slowly behind Louise almost using her as a shield against the tall stranger.
Louise can't help but stand frozen to the spot, she doesn't feel the fear that other women might feel if they were in her position right now.
She feels excitement.
It's him!
Louise notices the mans eyes under the rim of his top hat, they shine slightly from the moon reflecting off of the wet ground. His eyes are big and dark and despite the reflected shine there is a deeper darkness within them. He steps on the pavement mere feet away from Louise, he takes her right hand and crouches slightly, he gently presses his lips against her knuckles and stands up straight again.
At five foot three, Louise realizes that her earlier guess at his height was fairly accurate as he stands more than a foot taller than her. She can feel Laura's fear emanating from behind her, Louise savors the moment. It had taken her nearly a month to get to London from Italy, she had endured a lot of setbacks to get to this point, to be in the presence of this man.
And every single setback was worth it just for this moment. She thinks to herself, trying her best not to smile at the joy she now felt.
The hustle and bustle of the street around them seems to disappear as they look longingly into each others eyes. Louise has no idea whether seconds pass or minutes but after a short moment she breaks the silence.
“I have a gift for you.” She says to him quietly, the tall man seems to be stunned as if he had just been slapped across the face.
He's probably not used to being offered anything politely. She quietly assumes to herself.
She gently takes his hand and leads him down the street with Laura close behind them, they walk for a few minutes and then arrive at an old hotel. They move up the staircase, none of them even saying a word. They arrive at a door and Laura steps forward to unlock it, she stands aside so that Louise and her guest can enter.
Its a luxurious and spacious room for a noble woman, let alone a common whore. Inside the room candles are scattered all over. Against the main wall is a four-poster bed thats large enough for at least half a dozen people to be able to sleep on it comfortably, next to the bed is a large oak wardrobe, covered with intricate and exotic engravings. Opposite the bed is a large leather couch that looks soft and inviting, large drapes hang over the windows and a doorway the leads to the balcony. The tall man looks around the room with awe.
Louise and Laura move into the room, Laura starts to light the candles as Louise begins to unfasten her gown as she guides the man toward the bed. She lets her gown slip over her body slowly as she lets it drop to the floor, the mans breathing becomes more heavy, his eyes explore the perfect curves of her body as she sits on the edge of the enormous bed.
Once Laura has finished lighting the last of the candles she steps toward the man and removes his coat as Louise watches, never taking her eyes off of him. Laura has to stand on tiptoes to remove his top hat. She continues to slowly undress him, removing his waistcoat and shirt until he is only wearing his trousers.
Louise quietly and politely tells the man to kneel before her. He drops to his knees instantly, as if in a trance, never taking his eyes off of her. He watches her as she stands and slowly approaches him. Laura moves off to the corner of the room and watches Louise and the man with excitement in her eyes. She grins broadly as she realizes how willing she is, his head is level with her supple breasts and yet, since looking into Louise's eyes he hasn't even tried to glimpse once at her naked body, that is still glistening from the rain that she had been caught in earlier. She puts her hand under the mans chin and looks meaningfully into his eyes.
“What is your name?” She asks him, her voice nothing more than a whisper.
“I have many names these days.” He replies, his voice is deep and husky with a slight lisp. He sounds very similar to a snake.
“Which name is your favorite?”
“I prefer Jack.” His eyes seem to grow impossibly dark as the hidden darkness within them is revealed.
“Ah yes, Jack the Ripper.” Her grin grows even wider, the man known as Jack doesn't flinch when he notices her extremely long fangs, instead he looks at her curiously. “It suits you well.”
She feels her eyes grow sharper and her vision becomes clearer as her irises turn red, before the man can react, she pulls his head to the side and buries her fangs into the soft flesh of his shoulder. She closes her eyes as the blood flows into her mouth bathing her tongue, the warmth off it caresses her throat as it slides down in large gulps. The warmth of Jacks blood fills her veins and floods her heart. Louise can her Laura clapping her hands and laughing as she jumps ecstatically in the corner, like a child on Christmas morning.
Jack clutches the back of Louise's head and pulls her closer, making her fangs burrow deeper into his neck. The blood starts to flow slower and begins to grow cold as Jack's heart starts to slow down.
Louise pulls her head back before his heart stops completely, she licks her lips as droplets of blood run down her chin. She looks at Laura, who is still jumping and clapping jovially in the corner. Louise looks back at the kneeling man, he begins to sway slowly from left to right and his eyes start to glaze over, his body edging closer to the point of death.
Louise drags her nail across her breast, making a tiny incision no more than two inches long, just above her nipple, the blood flows down over her nipple, she presses Jacks lips against her breast. He immediately bites down hard causing her to cry out in pleasurable pain. He starts to lap up the blood with his tongue, Louise's scream turns into a laugh and it echoes throughout the room.
Laura continues to jump and swirl like a ballerina, basking in the joy that she felt at the sight she had just witnessed.
After a few more moments, Louise pulls herself away from Jack and he slumps backwards to the floor and slips into unconsciousness. Louise watches the still form of Jacks body as he draws his last breath, she wipes a sliver of blood from her breast with her index finger as the wound closes. She puts the finger in mouth so that she can taste the sweetness of her own blood.
Laura rummages in the large closet and pulls out a white gossamer nightgown, she moves over to Louise and hands it to her.
Louise takes it and puts it over her head, the soft material makes her skin tingle as it slips down her body. She turns and sits on the edge of the bed again as she watches Jacks body expectantly. Laura moves back over to the wardrobe and pulls out a second nightgown, she gets undressed and puts it on. Then she turns and sits next to Louise, neither of them saying a word as they watch Jack.
The entire room falls eerily silent for several minutes.
Jacks lays on his back, sprawled across the floor.
The clock next to the couch ticks lazily.
The drapes waft in the gentle breeze the enters the room through the open window.
Laura's breathing becomes deeper and heavier.
Jacks left hand twitches.
Still sat on the bed Laura bounces slightly and begins to clap again, unable to contain her excitement.
The room is suddenly filled with Jacks voice, a bloodcurdling scream bounces off of the walls as his body spasms and convulses violently. He claws at his bare chest, his nails tear at his flesh leaving dozens of scratches on his body. His legs flail wildly, his back twists and turns, propelling him across the floor, a couple of minutes later his body goes limp and the room falls into silence once again. The tiny scratches on his chest and the gaping wound on his neck start to heal.
Jacks eyes snap open, he stares up at the ceiling, his eyes shifting frantically from one spot to another as they adjust to the dull light from the candles.
Louise rises from the bed and majestically moves across the room, she kneels down next to Jacks body and puts her hand on his newly healed chest. He looks at her calmly, she smiles as she realizes that he doesn't have the scared, child-like look that most people have, when they are turned. Instead, he looks thankful, relieved and yet, a little confused.
“What... what did you do to me?” He asks her, he sits up, his eyes still scanning the room.
Louise stands and offers her hand to Jack, he takes it and stands up. “You and I have a great many things to discuss.” They move to the couch and sit down.
Laura lays on the bed and quickly drifts off to sleep.
Louise and Jack start to talk.
They talk all night.
Louise tells Jack that he is a Vampyr, his new strengths and weaknesses. She tells him her history and why she needed to turn him. She tells him of the Alchemy Law that was passed sixteen years ago and that other Vampyr's will kill him if he isn't careful. She tells him her plans for the future and the role that he will play in that future. She wants him to recruit others and build an army, of which, he will be the general. She warns him that he will have to be discreet and negligent if he wants to live until the apocalypse and bathe in the blood of the innocent as it floods the streets.
Jack agrees to her terms.
They both walk over to the bed and immediately fall asleep.

Jack wakes up several days later, he is alone. He looks around the room and realizes that both Louise and Laura will not be back. The room is completely bare, apart from the furniture and himself, there is no evidence that either of the beautiful women were ever there.
He feels a tight pain in his chest, his mind goes back to the conversation with Louise and he remembers her words.
“If you get a burning feeling in your chest, then you need to feed. Only share your blood with those you wish to turn and take extra time to conceal the bites so that Vampyr's aren't suspected by the humans.”
Jack cant hide the feeling of joy that overwhelms him.

He has been given a purpose.

Now I can see what I am truly capable of.

I just need to find someone worthy and then I can feed.

Yes, new chapter

It's amazing

*is reading it in libary, so shhhhh*

Glad u both like, i still abit iffy bout it though so any input u can give me on how it can be improved wud b greatly appreciated.

SHF: A library? I did know they still existed. The one were i live was closed down bout 8 years ago. I think the nearest one is in truro, thats bout 40 miles away. (If thats still open.) Lol.

lol 40 mile away?

lol. I think the library's the only thing still open in Llanelli

Llanelli bin hit badly by the recession then. Lol.

Yea 40 miles-ish, i unsure of the distance but it takes bout 45 mins by train. Lol. I think they gradually dying out cos of the interweb.

Gotta go, fings to do.

Anyfin bad bout Chapter 8 then? Pleez b honest.

I couldn't find anything.

And no, it's just always been a dump

LMAO

Sorry 4 the delay, but i bin goin through sum fings at the moment. I cant say when i will be doin chapter 9 but i promise that once its done i wil put it straight on. Unless u not bothered anymore then i wont bother. Lol. XX

hello bil long time no see

no i wana see it

Hiya mate, yea sory it bin so long but iv had alot of shit 2 deal wit lately. Glad ur still interested in it. I will try 2 get it done as soon as i can.

Any idea wen new Volume of Heroes is on in the UK? I dont watch TV usually (unless 1 of my shows r on --- Heroes, Smallville, Supernatural etc..) so i havnt seen adverts 4 it.

Nice new chapter, dude! Well done, keep 'em coming.

Cheers chicken, will stick it on wen im happy wit it. Got few fingz 2 sort out first tho.

Glad u like it.