Born A Killer-update!-April 17th!!!
buddy_luv_blah:
well. my game recently had some issues and i had to reinstall it, and everything was gone.
I might be able to recover one of my old stories, but not the other one.
I am trying.
but in the meantime.
I wrote this last night, out of pure boredom. I just want to know what you think before I decide to continue it.
constructive criticism is very welcome, and appreciated.
=]
by the way.
she's NOT a vampire.
this is NOT another twilight rip off
I haven't even read twilight and have no intentions of writing another vampire romance book, thankyou
and don't ask what she is, because that will most definatly come later, if i choose to continue this
*i will add some pictures soon. next time in in my game i'll snap some. don't worry please read anyway =]*
Vanna sunk her long, sharp, ivory white teeth into the dense shoulder of her latest catch. Warm, gurgling blood filling her mouth. She chuckled as the creature let out a screech, it was still alive. The chewy flesh was already beginning to satisfy her craving. She ripped at its chest with long, clawlike fingernails, and dug her way down to the bone. It was barely making a sound now, just whimpers escaping its dull pink lips, color slowly fading from its disgusting face. But Vanna was too engulfed in her delicious meal to notice, it had been a while since she had eaten. The farther down she dug into the creature’s thick body, the better it got. Skin turned to muscles, muscles to bone, and bone to a still beating heart. Her eyes grew wide as she tore open a brittle rib cage, and reached in. She held the thing like a trophy. Licked it with a long, black tongue, and a smile curled upon her lips. Within seconds, it was gone. Making its way through her esophagus by now. She licked her bone white fingers, tasting every last drop of blood.
Suddenly, a piercing cry erupted, and she was yanked back to reality. The miniature creature howled. Vanna cringed, how she hated the things. Should she just eat this one too? She decided against it. She detested humans, but the thing that sat on the ground wailing was just a baby. She had to admit, she felt the slightest bit of remorse at killing its mother, but she had to eat. She picked up the wretched thing, holding it as if it was infected with a disease.
A sudden, unexpected maternal instinct kicked in, and she cooed at it, rocking from side to side, still disgusted by the fact that she was actually touching it. Eventually, the screams died down, and its tiny blue eyes drifted shut. A tiny smile replaced Vanna's frown, but there was no way she was going to admit to actually liking the thing. She looked around; at least it hadn't attracted any attention, but what now? If she brought it back home, it would surely be eaten. And there was no way she could pass it off as her own. Or could she? She pondered the thought for a moment. Raise a human? Was it even possible? Would anyone believe her? She doubted it.
Vanna stopped cold as she saw two glowing, yellow eyes peering at her from the dark depths of the snowy forest around her. “Who’s there?” She growled ferociously, her emotions crashing and swirling inside of her, she was not one to mess with today. The eyes blinked, but no voice responded. Vanna breathed heavily as her rage swelled. “Show yourself you coward!” she demanded, taking a brave step forward. The eyes merely blinked at her once more. She tore through the dense leaves of a berry bush, sending tiny, poisonous fruits flying in every direction. The eyes were still out of her reach. She stomped forward, her anger fueling her. They continued to stare, mocking her as she moved ever closer. Vanna smiled evilly as she detected the dim outline of a tall figure. Human or not, she was out to kill. She halted as the figure disappeared into thin air. Spinning around in hot fury, she cried out. “what the hell…” she mumbled, searching ferociously for whatever, whoever had been watching her.
She then remembered the tiny creature resting in the crook of her left arm. It was surprisingly warm, much warmer than Vanna’s own body. She looked around once more, and being positive that the eyes were in fact, gone, she trudged off into the woods, still unsure of what to do with the baby. She suddenly recalled a lesson, long ago, taught to her by her grandfather. It was about the humans, their habits, their taste, their smell. He had also mentioned something about their naming traditions, their names being chosen at seemingly random at the time of birth. It was so very different from their own traditions. The first letter of Vanna’s name came from her mother. Violet. And the last letter was inherited from the first initial of her father. Aristole. She shuddered at the memories of him, and forced her mind back to the baby. Surely it had a name, but how would she ever come to know it.
Kacia. The name popped into her head like it had been there all along. “Kacia” She whispered to no one in particular, and the little babe’s eyes popped open. She laughed. “Kacia, that’s what we shall call you” She said, wondering if its miniscule mind could even comprehend her words. It gurgled and Vanna’s face snapped back to a frown, she would have to work to get over the vile fact that it was still a human.
The sun sat above her, perched high in the afternoon sky. An endless expanse of blue resting behind it, only interrupted by the few birds that darted across her line of view. On the ground sat a dirty blanket of snow, only a few days old but already spattered with blood, she wondered who else had made a kill that day. The trees shook in the wind, and carefully balanced the tall load of white fluff atop their leaves.
Vanna loved the winter. Everything was so peaceful and quiet. It always lowered her body temperature to a striking level, and her skin held a pale grey color. This was the one thing about her kind that everyone shared. Cool weather made everyone giddy and light, always enough adrenaline pumping through their veins to prepare for a kill.
Summers were different. She remained in a lethargic state much of the time, her skin turned to a ripe purple color. She hardly ate, hardly had to eat. She just didn’t have the energy to make an efficient kill.
Astral Faery:
That's really disgusting the way she tears into her meal. I love it! ;D
I'm eager to find out exactly 'what' Vanna is. And it should prove to be interesting to try to raise a human among her kind, whatever that is. How will she mask the baby's human odor?
I think you're off to an interesting start - though some of the pictures are probably going to be a headache.
vickylougrl:
ooh this is scary and disturbing so...of course I LOVE IT! I agree with Astral the pictures are going to be hard. I think if I were you I would just do a few very good ones and stick to a strong text as you have going above. ;)
buddy_luv_blah:
A breeze passed swiftly by the odd couple standing in the forest, and Vanna could smell blood. “Vyika…” she whispered, suddenly remembering the hunting party she had been traveling with. She set the baby on the cold ground, its warm body making a slight indent in the fluffy snow. “Vyika!” she shouted, tasting his scent in the air. “Van?” his familiar voice startled her as he whispered in her ear. “GAH! You scared me Vyika!” she growled, letting a tiny giggle escape afterward. “Sorry Van, didn’t mean to.” He said as he grabbed her shoulders and swiftly turned her to face him. “Van, I smell a human, do you smell that? It smells close, and…fresh.” She flinched, and hoped he didn’t notice. “Oh, uh…I kind of caught one” “yummy” he gasped, licking his lips. “Sorry Vyika, I’ve finished her off already.” Vanna quickly spat out anything she could to try to get him away. “Dang…” he said, looking off into the distance. “Well, I haven’t found much yet, so. I’ll catch up with you at home Van” She smiled and traced her index finger along the length of his cheekbone, stroking the thick fur that covered his face. “Bubbye” she called as he ran, not bothering to give her a second glance.
As soon as she could no longer sense Vyika within a 30 mile radius, she scampered back to Kacia, who lay, with her bright eyes open, content in the snow. Vanna rolled her eyes; stupid humans never knew how to take proper care of themselves. She dropped to her knees, inhaling the baby’s scent warily. “So, my dear Kacia, I will try my best not to devour you whole, but it’s going to take some effort on your part also” The baby stared at her blankly, clearly not understanding. Vanna groaned, so much for basic communication skills. The baby gurgled and grasped at the air with a set of chubby fingers. Vanna sighed and scooped Kacia into her arms, and a look of worry crossed her face. “What are we going to do with you? Vyika’s expecting me home tonight. If I’m not there, he’ll come looking…” She let her mind wander, something that could be very dangerous, but didn’t try to stop it. Memories flooded into her subconscious, finally freed after so long. A young boy, his cheeks flushed pink, but looked strange, shiny. A middle aged man, kissing Vanna on the forehead, comforting her. Posing for a family portrait, her siblings swarming around, they all looked so different. Vanna shook her head as if to shake the vivid pictures away, but those three remained, prominent in her mind.
Against her better judgment, Vanna started towards her family, pulled by her memories and the sudden emotions that came with them. The baby sat comfortable in her arms, and gazed at the sky above as Vanna walked at a brisk pace, quickly scaling the 40-some miles it took to get home. As she approached the little village, she sensed nearly everyone honing in on Kacia’s scent, and pressed the baby to her chest protectively.
The homes in the village were centuries old, built by their ancestors, and only very slightly altered. They came in all shapes, sizes, and colors, no two looked similar. “Vanna?” Vyika said with wide eyes as she approached a group of her siblings. “Vyika, Veronica, Vina… this is Kacia.” They gawked at her, mouths watering. Vanna frowned as her youngest sister Vina stepped forward and tugged at the baby’s curly brown locks. “Vanna! She looks….delicious” Veronica sputtered, leaning over 8 year old Vina to take a peek. Vanna jerked away defensively, “no!” her sisters mirrored the action, looking hurt and surprised, “what is it Vanna?” Vyika said, hardly able to contain himself from the hunger. “You are not to touch her, do you hear me? She’s a mere baby and has absolutely no defense against you, it’s just not fair!” Vanna shouted, hoping everyone would hear. “I’m going to take care of her, just like she was my own.” She said, pushing past her sisters and waking towards her home.
A comforting smile crept onto her face as she approached the big white house, the house she had lived in all her life. It’s huge stone pillars stood proud against the bright sun, you could tell they were ancient, but beautiful nonetheless. Her mother sat on the immaculately clean porch, changing the diaper of Vanna’s first nephew, her half-brother Victor’s only child. “Mom…” Vanna said, a hint of remorse in her voice. Violet’s head snapped up and she glared at the tiny creature in her daughter’s arms, “I heard your little scuffle with your siblings.” She stated matter-of-factly, turning back to her grandson. Vanna wasn’t sure how to respond. “Oh” was all she could muster as her throat grew tight. “You are certainly welcome home any time Vanna honey, but that wretched creature is not” Vanna bit her lip, “I’m sorry” she said, and spun around on her heels, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
She wandered the narrow streets, receiving nothing but hateful glares from everyone she encountered. What a mistake it was to come back. Even her own mother didn’t want her.
At last she reached the edge of the village, and stood at the front door of a small, run-down house, it was Sinera’s house. Her absolute best friend since her third day of life, the day she learned to talk. She knocked on the door with one free hand and waited patiently as she heard heavy footsteps from within. Sinera answered the door with a worried look plastered to her dark face. “Vanna” she refused to make eye contact and twirled a finger in her thick black hair, “my mom says…” she took a deep breath, “she says you can’t come inside with…that” she motioned to Kacia, “and I’m not allowed out. Sorry” she said, closing the door with a quiet thud. Vanna sighed, she should’ve known.
The entire village had shunned her away, and there was nowhere left to go. She took a longing look at the wonderful rainbow that their village was, and trudged off into the snow. “Wait Van!” a voice shouted, she whirled around. It was Viquilla, her sister, her elder by 3 years. “Quill” she whispered, her throat clogged with unshed tears. The sisters held each other in a tight hug, and Viquilla kissed her on the cheek, “they’ll accept her eventually, just give it time” she said quietly, glancing over her shoulder where Viquilla’s twin, Vivianna stood awkwardly, not daring to come a step closer. Vanna threw a half smile toward her, and pulled away from Viquilla, “I love you” she sputtered, and fled off into the waiting forest.
Days passed and still Vanna wandered the dense wood, she hadn’t seen any sign of life, excluding the birds and squirrels that twittered as she walked by, which she
would occasionally snack on, offering Kacia tiny pieces of raw meat.
*BIG update! haha. Still no pics. sorry. I've been off sims for a while =] but i will REALLY try to get some. I swear. Please read anyway. and Comments are wonderfull!*
Zorom:
Ohh, its so sad. I wonder, how ill Kacia grow up? And what is Vyika?
Your story is beautiful! I can't wait for you to get pictures in too!
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