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(See the end of this story for disclaimers and credits) The ashen haired youth sat perfectly still, beside her a dark haired man rested, with his back against a boulder. Around them the trees were silent, not even a whisper of wind to disturb them. In the silver light of the full moon the young lady appears to be made form stone and the man appears to have a shimmering haze around him, blurring his outline. 'Nice night wouldn't you say?', smiled the man. The girl barely stirred, a muscle twitched and a white eyebrow raised. 'I especially like what you did on a night back a month back... All those poor clubbers.. All that potential sex.', the man sighs deeply, briefly showing a sense of defeat. The girl speaks softly, 'The mighty wolf sighing? What ever will happen next.. You know what I have to do to live.. And those children won't be missed. Anyway I saved you embarrassment, none of them were good breading stock, too much dependence on drugs..' 'True, true.. One day I hope to find a mate.. I need to.. Or..', with that the dark haired man trails off. Defeat shows again. 'Do not worry my friend, you shall find one.. If I was still alive I would gladly mate with you.. but.. life is the past.', it is now the white haired girl's turn to sigh. 'Hmm.. We should stop this line of thought, but every time we meet this is how we talk.. Hmmm... A question.. Why do you have to take more lives at each feeding? This time it was thirty or so wasn't it?' The girl smiles gently and closes her eyes and speaks softly 'Each time I feed I have found my prey has become more and more like me, they get closer to death, just as this world is.. The less life in them, the more I need.' The man stands up quickly, 'Enough of this... Tonight we forget our worries and our pasts. Tonight we party.. We enjoy ourselves.' The girl nods slightly and stands up, giving the impression she wasn't ever sitting down. The man nods and his form blurs, then shrinks and changes shape. His blurred image reforms and in its place is a large black wolf. 'Ah, my dear wolf. My favourite form... Yes tonight we will have some fun.', the girl grins, it barely showing on her white face. The girl begins to walk from the park, followed closely by the wolf. Life returns to the world as soon as they step out of the park. The traffic noise, club noise, people walking hurriedly and talking in whispers. Guarded glances and furious talk at the sight of a young girl, barely older then 18, alone so late.. More talk at the large black 'dog' following her. The ashen haired girl grins as the street life try to approach her, then quickly melt back into the shadows at the sight of the wolf. Its white teeth showing when anyone gets too close. The neon glow from the overhead lights color the girl's hair. Changing it from white to bright pinks, lime greens and electric blues as she passes the many signs overhead. As the pair head deeper into the city, the streets grow more crowded but still a bubble of seclusion surrounds the wolf and the white maiden. They pass a black fronted building, it's gaping entrance covered in yellow tape with the word 'Police' emblazened across it. As the they both go pass the girl grins and the wolf appears to nod knowingly. The wolf's ears prick up and sniffs at the air.. He suddenly changes direction, the ashen haired girl follows without complaint or change in her thoughtful and sullen expression. After a few minutes, never halting and not really seeing the passer-byes step aside, the wolf stops and moves into a dark alley beside a large from which fast bassy music pounds from. When the maiden steps into the shadowed alley, the wolf is gone, replaced by the man clad in black. 'Ah... So you have found us some fun my wolf?', the girl asks with a near invisible eyebrow raised. 'Looks like it.. I smell lots of young.. All energetic, all the females on heat, all the males equally wanting to breed. This should be fun.', comes the wolf man's quick reply. 'Should I offer them a special treat?' 'Why not, my white maiden!' The men guarding the door do not move as the pair walk up and enter the club. The feeling of predatory death filling the bouncers with previously unknown fear.. Almost as Hell itself walked past them. The doorway leads directly onto a dance floor, the walls black and lined with steel catwalks, gantries and cages where leather clad women dance... A voice screams from the giant speaker, litter around the room: 'I want to fuck you like an animal
The youths fling themselves around in a semblance of dance, screaming along to the lyrics, their bodies dripping with sweat and their minds awash with thoughts of sex. A few watch the caged girls gyrate, their dance meant to incite desire. Others still, sit in the dark corners, expressing their desires for one another, for pain and some wanting both. The wolf and the white maiden stalk across the floor, noticing chaotic designs across the floor as well as a slick layer of sweat. They reach one of the catwalks where the DJ is perched amongst his technology, silver and gold discs lying around him and in his hands. With a quick movement the wolf grabs the man's neck and snaps it in one superhuman movement. As the dead man slumps to the floor the wolf grabs the microphone from his now dead prey and hands it to his female companion. She starts to sing softly into the microphone and gains strength as the wolf fades the music out with a slight movement of his hand over the DJ's board of switches. He grins at the slow stopping of movement and stunned gazes of youths, as the music fades and the singing takes over and fills their minds. 'I sold my soul
'I prowl the night
'I sold my soul
'I've forgotten the sun
'I sold my soul
'One bite they say..
'I sold my soul
'I sold my soul
As the maiden's voice dies down, both she and the wolf see the youths all standing watching with a glazed look in their eyes and all totally motionless. The wolf whispers, in awe over the skill of his companion 'Some food for you, but may I find a mate first?' 'Why... Of course.' The black clad man pads down and quietly stalks amongst the statue-like youths. The stillness seeming odd for a place of action and of adreneilin. He sniffs at the air until he comes to a young girl, seeming younger then the white haired maiden, no more the 18 years old, wearing black leather, covered in bright patches and chrome pendants. Her long blonde hair stirring in a slight draft from the entrance way. 'She is mine, the rest are yours.. Feed well, and I'll meet you again soon. Feed well.' With that the black clad man leaves, leading the blonde girl outside, grinning as the music comeback, draining out the screams of terror and extreme pain, to all but his ears. 'Feed well my white maiden', spoken quietly by the wolf as he leads his new mate off. Disclaimer: This story contains adult concepts and some swearing (not much). If you are under the age of 18 it is recommended that you read this under the supervision of an parent or guardian. If you read this without this supervision and get in trouble i claim no responsiblity for any actions brought against you. Having said this i doubt if you (if under 18) will care either way, however this is disclaimer is inserted for my own protection. I can not be held responsible for your actions or anyone elses. Lyrics from 'Closer', NIN used without permission from Trent Reznor / NIN however the © of them belongs to Mr Reznor and by using them in part here I do not claim to be their author or infer that I own their ©. Story Copyright © 1995, Peter 'darkewolf' Crystal The song 'I Sold My Soul' is Copyright © 1995 Peter Crystal, having been written on te 6-sept-1995. The concept of the White Maiden is wholly my own, however I was inspired by a picture in issue 46 of 'The Dark Side' magazine, further added to by the 'Propaganda' gothic culture magazine. Whilst writing this I listened to the following songs to set the mood at various times: 'Iago's Demise', Faith and the Muse
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