Cyra's head faced upward and her eyes turned white with no pupil in them. She saw herself in an unfamiliar place that looked like a small village, her surrounding was filled with wooded thatched houses, and it had Ancient vibes to it.
she watched people moving about their business, their clothes were old and not of fashion with what she knew. she saw children playing amongst themselves, seeing their innocent smiles and genuine happiness, she felt calm and peaceful in her heart.
she hid amongst the shadows and watched for a while admiring the breeze on her skin and the simplicity of this place. Then it turned dark and the horrors began. she felt a hunger bite through her veins making her gums hurt and her sense heightened, she could hear the sounds of cricket and thumps of heartbeat from a hundred miles away.
she felt herself trembling from hunger, her eyes darkened and her teeth grew into sharp fangs. she felt a burning hunger consu her, snapping the lines of reasoning. She moved forward to the village and flashed with a speed unable to see with human eyes. She stood in front of a door and knocked.
A man opened the door and saw a pale beautiful woman. he looked into her eyes and his eyes turned vacant.
''Invite in.'' her eyes flashed, making the man look at her vacantly and answered in an emotionless tone.
''Co in.'' she flashed in, freed from the bonds stopping her from entering. her hands shot out and dragged the man towards her, her teeth grew and she bit down on the vein on his neck. She felt the sultry taste of warm blood flow through her throat and she drank greedily enjoying herself.
''Ahhh...'' a child's scream broke her out of her al and she turned and dropped the pale lifeless human on the ground and flashed to the trembling child, she held his throat, raising him as his legs dangled in the air and he hit her hands trying to struggle out of her hold.
she felt a desire to hunt rise in her, she freed him and watched him run and followed calmly, feeling his fear, and his heart beating faster, pumping with blood, she pursued him heightening his fear, feeling it was enough she flashed in front of him instantly and sank her teeth, her eyes widened in enjoynt. the fear gave his blood a different taste, heightening her enjoynt.
After a satisfying al, her mind returned, her mind replayed what she had done in slow motion. She heaved and held her throat in horror, with shaking hands she held the wall for support. she killed innocent people and she enjoyed it.
she pushed her hands down her throat trying to vomit what she ate, she dug crazily, choking on her hands but nothing ca out. tears and saliva dripped on her hands, and her eyes darted around seeing father and son lifeless bodies on the floor.
Sothing broke in her ''I am a monster... I deserve to die.'' saying these she pierced her hands into her chest and dug out her bleeding beating heart. she crushed it and her eyes grew dim, her pale body with a vacant heart faced the moon glow.
...
She took deep breaths and opened her eyes. She touched her chest and felt her heart beating in her chest, she looked around her surroundings and saw she was in a middle-aged palace. why is she not dead, she felt her heart sink when she felt that familiar hunger rises in her, she felt her legs moving in one direction. opening the heavy doors, she entered a dark room filled with cages housed with won and n alike.
They trembled at the sight of her, they were tortured, their hands filled with unhealed wounds and dim emotionless eyes filled with hopelessness. they were covered in rags and wounds, the dark dungeon made it more gloomy and depressing.
she picked a young battered woman, ''You will rot in hell you beast.'' she scread at Cyra, her eyes were filled with such hatred that you could never find possible. every one of them looked at her in such a gaze as if that was the last emotion they could muster.
her gaze was calm, she felt her fingers turn sharper- she tore open the woman's throat and watched her bleed into a silver cup. the blood dripped and filled the big cup. The woman's eyes grew dim, Cyra threw her body out with an indifferent gaze akin to throwing trash away.
She brought the cup to her lips and drank it down, feeling the tangy flavor. their hatred made their blood taste different which suits her taste.
she leaked her red lips savouring her al and watched their shivering pathetic form. she turned back, walking out of the room. As the door closed, she regained her senses.'what's happening to her?'
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