Halloween Costumes With Cruches

NB : no fairy and no Bill has been abused during the writing of this story. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people (I WONDER WHO) is purely coincidental. For absolutely no reason this story may be regarded as an incitement to violence. The authors are also most myths of this land.

SEVEN


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They found themselves in front of a small house in the green, which seemed out of a storybook. Her appearance was both charming and sinister. Claudine
rested the index on the lips and walked over to one of the windows, the glass opaque and cracked.

- They are here - murmured in a low voice - Now you have to get by on their own. Save the small Sookie and bring it back into the human world. After you've done that, forget me. None of you will never to mention that I have given aid. Our species are enemies since time immemorial and I feel the same horror for you.
- It 's a real shame - Eric whispered, hint of a wry smile - because I bet you'd be really good, hanging from the chains of my basement.
The fairy did not blink.
- One last suggestion, a vampire. We can read in your minds, but we do not have extremely sensitive hearing. Remember this. Good luck and farewell ....
So saying, he vanished.

Eric reached out to more to the window, flattening his back against the wall, threw a furtive glance through the glass. The interior was in darkness, so that even his eyes of a vampire, well accustomed to the darkness, it took a few seconds to adapt, as they were deceived by the blinding light outside. The first thing I saw was Raistan, lying on the floor, naked from the waist up, looked alert and was doing strength to pull his hands nailed to the ground, up. His mouth was contracted in a grimace of pain, but no sound. Then he saw a pile of naked bodies piled on one another on a pallet: were fairies, and had to be asleep, snoring as a judge. For
seem to last in his field of vision was Sookie, and Eric had to swallow almost noisily to swallow the anger that had flared up inside. He already knew what to expect, but to see with his eyes reduced in those conditions so upset in a way that would never have expected. He had the presence of mind to dive to his knees to take it off from view, or the fury he would be overwhelmed and fallen in the house, roaring like a raging lion, making capture stupidly.

Pam touched his shoulder, bringing it back to lucidity.
- Here's what we will - whispered him - and you'll go to Raistan think, first of all. We will need him to fight, so you give him your blood to heal.
- What? - Pam spelled, dejected.
- Yes. I deliver Sookie, then kill the ones you do one by one and drink the blood.



* The front door was ajar. Eric the
drove slowly, being careful not to let it creak and s'introdusse step in the dark room with padded shoulders and Pam. The room smelled of human and vampire blood, sex ... the idea disgusted him enormously and even more irate ... and fairy. An overwhelming smell and delicious, which stood at attention every instinct more basic. The fairies were sleeping
blessed, maybe drunk or just exhausted by the orgy of flesh and sex.
He exchanged a look eloquent with Pam, who approached Raistan quiet as a cat. Glancing at his chest, she shuddered for a moment: it seemed, in many places, covered with minced meat. But it was not ... it was his own flesh, mangled by dozens and dozens of bites deep. Raistan stared at her in disbelief at first, then gave her a big smile that she seemed really nice and made her wonder how he managed to smile again, reduced in such critical conditions. He did not made a sound, it was not an idiot, obviously he had heard of and had understood the flight plan.
kneeling, Pam grabbed one of the nails that held him prisoner and Raistan extracted from wooden planks of the floor without making any noise, fortunately it was not silver. On second thought Raistan same nail with his hand free at last, with an angry gesture and triumphant but still quiet. Pam
you bit into his left wrist and placed it in front of the face Raistan, who meanwhile had sat down, not without some difficulty and was slowly opening and closing his fists, to assess the severity of injuries. He did not hesitate even a second: if his mouth with both hands and began to suck greedily. Pam let out a muffled growl.

- This must pay me - the syllable, almost no sound.
In response, he blinked a few times, seductive, and sucked with even more determination.


Eric, meanwhile, came close to Sookie. She was unconscious. He seemed dead, had it not been for his chest rose and fell rhythmically and the weak beat of the heart, that Eric's ears pick up without difficulty.
He touched his cheek, noting with disgust that had bitten there too. Then she brushes her hair from her eyes gently. The rest of his body was reduced to a sieve.
He often fantasized about how he could be naked to be, but that, rather than an erotic dream, was like a nightmare. Dozens and dozens of bites open and bleeding, on which there were all the teeth of the fairies, the covering from head to toe, red imprints of hands and feet everywhere, scratches, cuts and burns. See his skin, the skin that had never had the chance to stroke, broken and disfigured in that way, threatened to make him lose control. But resisted, appealing to all the coldness that Godric had taught for a thousand years. Carefully, put his arm around her waist, hugging him, then raised his sword and sawed clean off the ropes that kept her hanging on the wall by the wrists, first one, then the other.
Sookie's arms fell down with a small thud and Eric are petrified in place, tighten even more closely on his body.
A fairy waved and mumbled something, but did not open his eyes, rolled over and continued to purr quietly.

Eric breathed a sigh of relief mental.

He turned to the room where they were Raistan and Pam, Sookie still holding tight, completely unconscious, to his chest. They looked at him in turn; Raistan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up, giving the other hand to Pam, who took her haughty air and stood up too.

- Hmm ... ... mm - made Sookie, shivering lifting eyelids and a few millimeters. Eric covered his mouth with your hand instantly. She opened her eyes, as soon as he realized who was holding the grip.
He motioned to be quiet, then came over his mouth to his ear.

- I'm here to take you home - he muttered in a barely audible murmur. - Now I put you down. Close your eyes and not look or open mouth, for any reason, feel anything. You'll be fine. I promise.

Then raised his face and looked into her face to make sure he understood. She stared at him back with wide eyes and nodded slightly. Eric
placed it gently in the corner closest to the window farthest from the bed of the fairies, and she crouched there clutching his knees to his chest, but do not close your eyes, then nodded with Raistan and head towards Pam.
Together, all three came to the fairies sleeping. They were clinging to each other, male and female, so that it was difficult to establish with certainty how many there were.

Eric raised the hilt of the sword that Claudine had given him and then, abruptly, he came to the blade down with precision, piercing the throat of one of the fairies.
The creature stared almost to have them out of their sockets, his mouth opened wide and let out a shrill scream single, poignant and penetrating as a host of chalk on a blackboard. The next instant his skin wrinkled, as if someone had sucked every drop of lifeblood, and she fell heavily on his back, turned into something like a mummy, loathsome.
At the same time when the cry of the fairy had gone, the others had jumped up and began to cry like owls.
In the dusty dark room and all hell broke loose.


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Raistan was barely back on its feet and the blood of Pam had helped to heal faster than the wounds inflicted by arrows and by the nails in the palms of the hands, but the effect of the bites you no sign off and made him feel weak and a prey to nausea. In addition, the awful moments that had passed before the Viking dell'insperato intervention and Pam haunt him, forcing him to close the mind with a conscious effort to prevent its allies will become aware. He did not want. He hated every minute of that experience and did not want their pity, or their solidarity. Did not need it. He had always maintained its own hell, for whatever it was. The group therapy sessions left them willingly to those of humans softy. Unceremoniously snatched the sword from the hands of Pam, who responded with a "Hey!" Indignant, but he chose to keep quiet after seeing the menacing expression of the killer.

- No offense, lady, but this is my job. Go to rejoin the human out there, do me a favor - he snarled, brandishing his sword with both hands.
- Van Hoeck, mind how you talk to my daughter. E ' a great fighter, I taught myself - Eric replied, facing the first fairy, in full transformation, which was released by the group and rushed at him, but managed only to be beheaded. The other, crouching in the mass, to growl at their assailants, they seemed to hesitate.
- one on the left is mine - hissed the Netherlands, when he saw Lisbeth.
received in exchange a mocking laugh:
- Think you can get out of here? Our sisters and brothers are coming out there are dozens, will help you to shreds, just like we were doing with you, Black Did you know a interesting taste, I can not wait to riassaggiarti happen ... and, believe me.
- Not in this life - Raistan said, and began to rotate his sword in his hands at a speed unthinkable for any human being, until, with a wild cry, sprang forward and attacked the bunch of creatures, closely followed by Viking, in whose face was given a smile full of expectation and ferocity. Fairies responded with equal fury and rushed en masse against the two vampires, hissing and roaring.

Pam, relegated to a corner of the reserve role, he could not avoid observing admired the elegance of the two companions, until it was forced to intervene by force to remove one of the creatures from the shoulders of the Dutch, knocking him to the ground, and bit his throat and getting a swift look of gratitude. The kinship also allowed her to capture some images from his mind, and then saw it.
Vide and froze in the middle of the room, completely forgetting about what was happening around her. He felt the horror felt by Raistan when the fairy call Lisbeth had forced him to meet that demand, which increased to levels hardly bearable when all the females, in bulk, had dominated by him claiming the same thing for hours, occasionally snatching bits of meat from the ribs and shoulders, laughing at his complaints and his disgust, Sookie also saw through his eyes, surrounded by males, and felt ; the challenge Raistan had launched them into a nightmare for sometime, when he realized that she would not resist any longer and that his cries bore witness to the madness now looming.
- Why not get angry with someone bigger? - The killer had snarled, raising his head to catch their eyes. Males do not say if they were done twice and had directed him to step up quiet, beautiful faces distorted in the transformation.
- You're right, you know. There is enough of you all ... from sated - one of them replied, leaning over him and snappers for the first time in the stomach. It was lifted clutching a piece of meat between his teeth, then, with a nod, had invited the other boys and girls to do the same and was a ferment of limbs, mouths and hair to crowd upon him, clutching his jaw and stared at the peeling ceiling above him, one thought, almost a prayer to himself: not cry ... do not cry ...

- Get out of my head, bitch.

Pam had the sensation of falling, and found himself staring at the face of furious Raistan, who was watching her as if to tear him to pieces at any moment. He winced and dropped her eyes suddenly, something that happened very, very rarely. The room had remained alive only Lisbeth, crouching in the far corner, the others do, male and female, lay on the ground in various stages of dismemberment.
Eric seemed very satisfied with the outcome of the battle, but turned to turn the two friends look puzzled, then dropping his sword and rushed on Sookie, holed up near the wall with a look completely absent in the eye.

- It 's all yours, Dutch. And do not call Pam bitch.
- It 's a nosy unbearable. I do not like. - He said, his eyes alternating between Pam and the fairy.
- So what better learn to shut your mind buggy! - Shouted the vampire, the more shaken than she supposed.
A moment later he found himself stuck on the wall with the tip of the sword pressed under his chin and his eyes staring Raistan of a few inches from his.
- Someone should really teach education, inglesina. A Apparently your maker does not have the balls to do it.

was the last thing she could say, before joining the ground, with Eric's teeth stuck in his throat and the sword pointed at the center of the chest.

- This should not have put it, Dutch! - Roared the Vikings. Raistan tried staccarselo off, roaring back, but soon realized that its forces, while substantial, were not comparable to those of an age-old vampire, in the grade of incazzatura. He dropped his sword and closed his eyes, remaining motionless.

- Eric, no! - Pam screamed, catching and belting in an embrace its creator.
- Why not? It 'an asshole and not even much of a killer.
- Why ...
- Shut up! I do not need your help! - Raistan shouted, unable to move.
- ... has drawn you to himself, to prevent them from eating Sookie. Watch it, Eric.

The Vikings broke away from the neck of Dutch and looked down at his body. He saw the endless series of bites that bombarded the torso and shoulders, and his anger subsided a little. The
roared in his face, just to underline their superiority, but Raistan did not react in any way. He seemed exhausted, and it certainly was.

- The fairy! It 'ran away! - Pam screamed, rousing both of their impasse.
They turned, only to see that the vampire was right. Then, the house seemed to vibrate on its very foundations, through the dirty windows, Eric, and Pam Raistan noticed that many outside monstrous faces crowded at the windows, grinning and slobbering.
- Reinforcements have arrived, I fear - Pam said, then the door imploded in a myriad of pieces and the army of creatures burst inside.

- Fuck - Raistan said.
- Oh, holy Jesus - Pam did. Raistan looked surprised.
- Here! - Eric yelled throwing a couple of jumps in the cats in which Sookie he was curled up and shivering, his hands covering his ears.
At that very moment, in fact, at least thirty of you turned into scaly monsters in the room was sweeping through the small door completely uprooted.


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