A Destitute Night to Hunt-- One Shot

Night, a shadowy, colorless curse known only to induce the ever growing fear into the hearts of humans. It was dark, no one could see whatever destitute actions would occur at this time of night. The trees bustled from the violent and unending wind, damaged street lights flickered. almost as if affected by the wind itself-- or rather the darkness that cascaded through it. A dark, towering city stood, likely to be London. The streets were still riddled with rainwater, even though it ended hours ago. The fog-- that terrible fog, cataracted and dense, played the part in so much despair, and so much death.

A house, a fairly large one stood-- it was a mansion, likely belonging to a family of nobles whose noses were too far up to the sky to even care would would be looming in the dark, this night. The mansion was compact with marble floors, staircases, artwork likely painted by hand of each member of the family by the most prestigious of artists and bathrooms that distributed clean, crystalline water-- the thing is, however, this time tonight, the house ran crimson with blood.

Corpses of bodyguards, servants, chefs, and maids were spread out through the very halls of the house, all who have been mutilated. Some have been cut from the waist up, while others had been decapitated, their guts had been pulled, their blood had been spilled, seeped and more unusually; dranken. There were a select few, however, who were given the displeasure to have lived. They were alive long enough to bare witness to whoever-- nay, whatever commit such an inhumanly act in one solitary night. Some were unscathed and managed to find a sturdy enough place to hide, but that was all for naught as they were either found-- or they took their own lives shortly after due to suffering from such trauma.

This monster-- this demon, still lingered in this practically dead house, taking careful measures to catch wind of its final target. A mother-- the headmistress of the entire house, more like. After witnessing all this, her workers and family be slaughtered in no shorter time than ten minutes, she was horrified. The headmistress, no younger than twenty-five, still in her transparent nightgown had just went on one of her nightly escapades with one of her workers, who had before went to check on the ruckus outside, but had not returned. The woman had no other choice but to assume the worse.

Time was of the essence, she needed help-- nay, no man could stop this monster. She needed to flee-- yes, anything to keep him from getting to her. She needed to run, to hide herself away, she wanted nothing more than to escape. Before, she hid in a large closet, gazing upon each slaughter from a cracked door, mind teetering back and forth whether she wanted to run or not. She eased out of the compactness of the wardrobe, just to get a little breathing room, of course, though a foul stench had soon befallen her prior to exiting, invading her nose to which was so offensive that it made her vomit all over the previously radiant floor. “Who... could have done this?” she thought, hacking and coughing for her deprived fresh air. She sought to race for the door as soon as she reached the foyer, and not stop until she knew that she was completely safe. But her thoughts held her lost for too long, unfortunately-- as whatever she hid from had at last, found her.

He did not kill her right away, he merely toyed with her, like some grisled predator playing with it’s food. She merely looked surprised, as this conceived monster did not appear as she thought he would-- he looked human, but his snow white silver hair, pale skin and red eyes were questionable, if anything. He wore an all black German officer military uniform, his hat covered an eye as he appeared as a gleaming red-pupiled silhouette through the shroud of the darkness. He grabbed behind the trembling woman, groping and caressing her body from under that clear nightgown that showcased her body nicely.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered into her ear, his voice sounding sharp like the rattle of a snake ready to strike. His hot breath trickled down the nape of the woman's neck, sending shivers through her spine. “although you don’t seem as filling as the others. Then again, I would much prefer a man compared to you, but it’s a pity. You’ll have to do.” he roughly grasped the woman’s breast, noticing that it seemed about the size that could fit into a C cup bra, and ran his fingers down the lining of her panties, caressing the softness of her womanhood, and extended his long, forked tongue, dragging it across the side of her neck. The woman winced, tears fell down her face as the man fiddled with her body with no remorse. She hated him as he snuffed out her family, personal workers, and that man she was so ardent about, thinking he could get away with doing something like this to her afterwards. What a demented soul.

“Hm? Not very chatty, are we? Strange. Usually women about your caliber would be squealing, and biting at me like rabid dogs right about now… how disappointing. It’s fine, though. I prefer it when my prey is silent anyway.” he said as if having a casual conversation with the woman.

He planted a firm hand across the woman's back, bending her across her bed, taking in the view of her ass in plain view. The woman’s sobs became more vocal as she knew that she could not get out of the predicament; she knew she was going to die. “That's what I like to hear... Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” the pale man said before he entered the woman, at long last, claiming his prize. The bed rocked violently as the woman remained silent, only releasing stifled and small whimpers, only arousing the man more, granted there was no point in screaming or calling out for help. Perhaps this was her fate, to die in her own house at the hands of a man too nonchalant for his own good.

The ordeal lasted for what seemed like an eternity for the woman, who prayed for it to end as soon as possible. “Just kill me already.” she thought, painstakingly, wishing the man to stop beating around the bush and get on with what he came all the way to her house for.

The man’s body paused in a hard and abrupt motion, stiffening for a long moment, followed by a small, yet hearty groan, indicating that he likely finished. The woman sighed in relief, yet bereavement, knowing it was over. She would think now that he was satisfied, he would let her go, to allow her another chance to live another day on this Earth-- but that thought was false, of course. Large, bone sharp fangs emerged from his gums, the type that would make a person cringe if bitten from, he took a large bite out of the woman’s neck, leaving a gaping hole and causing blood to spray everywhere. The woman, smitten by pain, was lost in thought as her life force emptied from her body, her mind slowly went stagnant, her eyes went solid as the rest of the crimson spilled from her body and onto the bed and rug.

Without a word, she died, body going limp across the bed as it fell onto the floor. The man glanced at her with a smile, straightening his hat with a content sigh. “We should do this again sometime,” the man said, stepping over the woman’s body and headed for the door. He then halted, slapping his forehead with an exasperated groan. “Argh, damn it. This whole evening together and I forgot to introduce myself.” the man double backed to the woman’s corpse and kneeled down, grabbing her sluggish hand and giving it a firm shake. With a smile, he said, “Aldoph... Nier Aldoph, at your service.” dropping the limp limb to the ground, he rose, and like an actor just finishing his scene, he exited, stage left, leaving the house, and his target, the woman, in shambles.

As he reached the courtyard's gates the man pulled a notepad from his coat pocket, dabbing the point of a pen against his tongue and scanned the paper closely. On it had an array of names from top to bottom, all of which the ones to where he aimed his pen had their names crossed out in red. The ink flourished as he crossed out the new name, "Jane Augusta," he said. "Sorry Fraulein, the night was wonderful, but business beckons..." Nier smiled, pocketing the notes and walked on, vanishing through the dense fog.