Scene IV: Interlude I, The Flying Serial Killer
The 2nd Day of the 3rd Moon, 21 A.V.
The Varjoleto Forest, Near Togaduine.
Feilecann lay by the Kapparu river. Her black hair spread about her body with wisps falling over the purple mask covering her eyes. Beside her lay the body of the morning’s feed, a plump milkmaid with auburn locks. Her eyes glazed a deathly white, and her buxom chest trailed paths of blood from the furious bite marks. Her skin was as white as her eyes and she looked a little surprised, as is often the case when a flying vampire-butterfly hybrid appears from nowhere and eats someone. Especially if you are that someone.
Feilecann gave the body a gentle push. It fell into the river and the mariposa watched as it floated downstream elegantly. A few of the milkmaids washing further along the river let out howls of fear and sorrow causing Feilecann to chuckle.
‘Nicely done,’ a deep voice growled from behind her. Feilecann turned. Her rugged lover Dyerbolique stood in black robes, finery Feilecann had stolen from a travelling prince seeking his bride. The prince concerned never found his bride. He found Dyerbolique instead. The travelling Prince, Prince Klaatu also found himself paralysed after Dyerbolique’s blade severed his spine and, thereafter, Prince Klaatu found himself growing mushrooms in a shallow grave.
Prince Klaatu complained about the matter for a while, but Feilecann addressed his concerns by eating his vocal cords, then vomiting blood on the wound so that the prince could enjoy watching the fungi takeover his own body.
‘I have two gifts for you, my beloved,’ Dyerbolique smiled, offering her his hand. She took his hand in hers and stood, glowing with the hue only true love can bestow.
‘You need not bother, Dyer.’
Dyerbolique pulled her into his arms,
‘There is no bother when it comes to you, my queen.’
He led her from the river to his horse, a fine black stallion called Nikto, also procured from Prince Klaatu, and helped Feilecann mount before mounting behind her, then mounting her.
Dyerbolique’s desire did not take long to sate and, once Feilecann had a nice damp patch soaking her gusset, he was more than ready to take his beloved on an adventure that she would never forget. Dyerbolique took the reins and kicked the horse on. It galloped through the village of Doloros, then veered east at Ashurrel into the Varjoleto forest. Nikto followed the forest path for a solid two hours, relentless in his stride, until Dyerbolique changed the steed’s direction and they entered the surrounding shadowy overgrowth.
Nikto slowed as he moved through rugged terrain. and navigated rocks and woodland floor debris. Finally, Dyerbolique pulled the reins at the mouth of an almost vertical cave with steps burrowed within.
He dismounted, and tethered his horse, before assisting Feilecann by lifting her down. Dyerbolique took her white hand, and led her into the cave’s mouth, then guided her one step at a time into the darkness.
As the light disappeared, Dyerbolique lit a flaming torch and the couple followed the steps into a chamber, then through a very tight crevice into a second chamber. The second chamber was lit by flaming torches and candles. In the centre of the chamber, on a rock, lay three women, triplets, all chained naked side by side.
Their heads were completely shaved. Their locks of blonde hair rested in a star that had been painted on the cavern floor with the first triplets’ blood. Each woman’s legs and arms were flayed and spread. The skin from each of their backs was cut into two wings and distributed behind them, and on each of their bellies an image sat carved with daring accuracy. The first woman adorned the portrait of a caterpillar, the second a chrysalis, and the third a magnificent butterfly.
‘They are still alive,’ Dyerbolique muttered, ‘just about, but still breathing. My gift to you.’
Feilecann’s hands touched her lips in symmetry,
‘Such a gift. Such an offering.’
‘I love you more than life my mariposa, and if you would have me as your immortal equal, I would share these creatures with you.’ Dyerbolique bowed his head, ‘Otherwise I respect your decision and watching you feast will suffice.’
Feilecann stared at Dyerbolique, then whispered,
‘I alone shall partake of your offering.’
Dyerbolique nodded.
Feilecann circled her sacrifices. Her hands ran across their bodies, paused on the flayed raw flesh, then moved to their breasts. One after another she touched her prey. Felt their warmth. Delighted in the flesh. Her fangs grew and she took the first triplet biting into her thigh, ripping through the femoral artery. Blood sprayed and pumped at speed, soaking Feilecann’s mouth and face. She licked and swallowed as her prey’s sisters screamed and pleaded for their lives. The death was quick.
Feilecann moved to the triplet in the centre of the rock, crawled up her body and tore into her throat. She choked and spluttered, then gagged and struggled for air as Feilecann fed. Finally, the mariposa turned her attentions to the sobbing wretch still alive. Her powerful teeth acted as tools, circling the girl’s skull until the top of the bone loosened. The cap was pulled back. Feilecann used her talons to scoop out the delicious brain, and she ate it one gruelling handful at a time.
Once the triplets were silent and still, the last mariposa drew a blade from her stocking and severed and ate each head until only the bodies remained. She then signalled to Dyerbolique,
‘You have proved loyalty and love, but you must prove you can feed before any metamorphosis.’
Dyerbolique nodded, but displayed no emotion. Feilecann handed him her blade.
Dyerbolique had always had a thing for offal. He was raised in a house that deemed every night ‘Offal Night,’ so he opened each of the women’s stomachs with a fervour, peeling back the flesh to reveal the organs. He started with the livers, then the lungs, and finally the hearts. The hearts were a little chewy but eventually all of the chosen organs were devoured.
He handed the knife back to Feilecann. She licked the blood and tissue from it, and replaced it,
‘Before we proceed, what is my second gift?’
Dyerbolique’s face lit up,
‘Come,’ he said, taking her by the hand again.
He led her back up the stairs with great care, then untethered Nikto, helped her mount and followed suit.
Nikto rode back to the main path and galloped north through the forest until they hit a clearing. There, two overlapping trees blocked their path. Both dismounted, and Dyerbolique led her between the trees. Before her eyes, a great tower manifested.
‘I had this built. For us,’ Dyerbolique whispered, ‘there is no door only a high window and an internal palace. Safe, secure and hidden by magic.’
‘How?’ Feilecann asked.
Dyerbolique stroked her hair and kissed her cheek,
‘The Djinn Ibliss,’ he replied, then added, ‘but you must carry me as I have no wings.’
‘You will have soon,’ Feilecann nodded, lifting her lover from the ground.
The lovers flew to the window, and Feilecann was not disappointed by the tower’s palatial rooms and well-stocked food supplies maintained in the icy cellar. There were three floors above the cellar. The master bedroom at the top, and a second bedroom below, both fitted with rustic beds and dressing tables, and above the cellar sat the dark drawing room with side washrooms.
After her exploration of the tower, Dyerbolique led Feilecann back to the master bedroom, where he lay her on the bed and whispered,
‘I love you, always.’
Feilecann smiled as he lay next to her,
‘I love you too; I have loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you.’
Dyerbolique cupped her face in his large hands and kissed her. First a peck, then another, then his lips parted and moved against her mouth. She returned his admiration, slipping her tongue between his lips to meet with his. Feilecann unbuttoned Dyerbolique’s shirt gliding her hands over his hairy chest,
‘Promise I will always be safe.’
‘I promise,’ Dyerbolique whispered as his hand lifted off her mask to reveal her porcelain skin and glowing eyes, ‘I promise I will keep you secure and safe from the world.’
His hands pulled at the lace on her dress’s bodice and freed her ample breasts. His head dropped to her nipples, but his eyes remained locked on hers. He licked her buds with a desperate hunger, then returned his mouth to her lips.
Feilecann reached for his trousers and slowly undid them before easing her hand in and caressing his stiff cock,
‘Make love to me, Dyer,’ she pleaded.
Dyerbolique lifted her skirt and petticoats, slipped down her laces and climbed between her legs. He moved slowly and carefully against her desire. His mouth teased her throat and ears. Feilecann moaned as he steadily circled his body about hers. Her legs lifted allowing him to enter more fully, deeper and with a greater passion.
Dyerbolique held back. Waited for her to beg for more, then continued before stopping again. He rolled onto his back pulling her on top of him. Feilecann rode her stallion rhythmically, rising when his hardness quivered and then lowering herself, forcing his need inside her astonishing depth. She dropped her face to meet his and slathered his cheeks in licks and kisses. She ground her body against him, and he grabbed her hips to aid her descent into insanity.
The ache moved from her delicious cunt to her belly. She rode him harder, crying out with each impressive raise of his hips, then, just as she was sat on the precipice he begged,
‘Take me now.’
Her canines lengthened. Her gait grew vicious and she dug her fangs into his throat as her desire crept up upon her. The taste of his blood excited her. She fed greedily, her body still writhing against his, then as his blood slowed, she released him from her bite. Her teeth dug into her own wrist and she poured the blood into his mouth until his hungry jaws latched onto her arm.
Dyerbolique sucked intensely, driving Feilecann over the edge. She cried out as she came. His body instantly followed. Darkness loomed.
Sweat poured from Dyerbolique’s head. He cried out as he writhed on the bed. His body threw itself face down and the blood vessels in his eyes tore open. Feilecann lay next to him, stroking him.
For a moment he stilled and went silent. Then an almighty crack tore through the tower. His back ripped open and two bat-like wings emerged furiously, carving their way through his flesh whilst embedding in his spine. He cried out again, and again.
The wings spread. Feilecann vomited blood on the wound, and it healed almost instantly. She waited for the shock to subside, covered Dyerbolique’s new body with the blanket and fell asleep in his arms.
A searing agony woke her. The last mariposa struggled and squirmed, but she was bound by immortal chains and the pressure of someone sitting on her back. Her body lay face down on the cold stone floor. Another pain followed. Then another. Chopping, slicing, pulling.
‘Dyer, help!’ She screamed.
The body sitting on her leaned forward,
‘I am helping, my queen,’ Dyerbolique hissed. Another pain burned through her, followed by more tearing and more ripping. Blood sprayed over her from her own body. The blade cut deep and long. The first wing dropped to the floor.
‘NO!’ Feilecann screamed, ‘NO!!!!’
‘I’m afraid so,’ Dyerbolique laughed.
Then the burning, tearing sensation resumed. The blade and talons dug, stretched, pulled and tore. More blood soaked her. A final tug ripped out her soul, and the second wing fell to the floor. Feilecann lay in her own blood. Her heart broke as she watched Dyerbolique eat both wings.
‘You shall be safe as I promised, forever,’ Dyerbolique grunted as he headed to the window.
‘You never loved me?’
‘I am afraid not. I wanted immortality.’
‘I will starve eventually,’ Feilecann cried.
‘Oh no, Ibliss will feed you, you will not be alone.’
Feilecann stopped sniffing,
‘Ibliss?’
‘Yes,’ Dyerbolique replied as he perched on the window ledge, ‘I wished for immortality, he wanted something in return. He wanted you.’
With that, Dyerbolique flew away with every intention of continuing his career in artisan homicide.
Ibliss waited a few weeks for Feilecann to get over her strop before executing his first visit.
Kane was the only one perplexed by the situation. Part of his forest had disappeared behind two trees and some inconsiderate being had left body parts in his cave which he was obliged to move so as not to excite the tourists before he had time to intercept them. He was also concerned that the same body parts might attract the rather ravishing millipede who had been scuttling about his woods.
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