Now and Forever 3/? - Gundam Wing
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yellowhordeDisclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write.
Pairings: 13x5. 5x1
Category: Angst, AU, drama
Warnings: Dark. Vampirism. Death. There will be a bit of Violence and blood, (it IS a vampire fic after all)
Rating: R
Title: Now And Forever
Author: yellowhorde
Feel free to send comments and criticisms to yellowhorde@hotmail.com
Two figures, a tall ginger haired man and a leggy blond, strolled down the deserted walkway arm in arm as the moon cast its cool silvery light upon the world. The click of their heels against the pavement seemed very loud in the relative silence of the park. Overhead a fresh breeze stirred the night air, causing the canopy of new leaves to rustle briskly- a sound that reminded Treize Khushrenada of the sea. The leaves whispered songs of warning that went unheeded while thick thunderheads raced across the sky, obscuring the dim face of the moon. The wind carried with it the promise of rain sometime in the very near future.
Casting a sideways glance at the woman walking besides him, Treize noted how that same breeze that stirred the leaves playfully lifted Dorothy’s long blond hair off of her neck and sent tendrils drifting across her beautiful face. One slim hand rose and absently brushed the hair back. With a sigh, she leaned her head against Treize’s shoulder.
(You are mine now, my dear. You just don’t realize it yet. There is no escape for you.)
“Did you know that Henry David Thoreau once said that most men lead lives of silent desperation?” Treize intoned conversationally as he glanced down at the woman at his side. She looked up into his face at the sound of his voice, her eyes blank and trusting. “He was right, of course. Truer words have not been spoken.”
Carefully Treize lowered himself onto one of the many benches that dotted the pathway in regular intervals, paying no mind as the chill of the stone quickly penetrated through the cloth of his slacks to place icy fingers along the backs of his thighs. Silently, Dorothy joined him, sweeping her very short skirt under her fishnet-clad legs with her hands as she sat on the bench. It was a habitual gesture rather than one of necessity. But old habits were hard to break. Her large eyes were blank, the pupils dilated until they all but obscured the color of her irises. The young woman did not take her eyes from Treize’s nor did she give any indication that the cold stone bothered her in the slightest.
Khushrenada smiled down at the passive woman, a gentle smile, yet underneath all the charm, all the gallantry, lurked a hidden darkness, a forbidden hunger, ready and eager to be released. Hot anticipation coursed through his veins and he struggled briefly to suppress that aching need that assaulted him. It was not yet time to act...not quite...but soon...
(These things must be done delicately. Carefully. It wouldn’t do to spoil the game just yet. Oh no, that would not do at all.)
Despite her docile appearance Dorothy’s mind raced with alarm as she realized that she felt disconnected from her body, from the world. It was almost as if her senses were heightened... like a rabbit that had detected the stealthy presence of some unknown danger. Yet at the same time they felt dull somehow as if she had been drugged or given an extremely large shot of Novocain, one that affected her entire mind and body instead of just her mouth. Her heart beat faster in her chest and she imagined that she could hear the blood as it rushed through her body. Dorothy prided herself on her down to earth practicality and had always been one to follow her instincts but now with her mind mysteriously set adrift from her body, she felt no real desire to follow those instincts which were right now screaming that something was indeed very, very wrong. Despite the warnings that were stampeding through her numbed brain, she was unwilling, and perhaps unable, to connect this sense of impending doom to her current situation or to the devastatingly handsome man who seemed to hold her in the palm of his hands.
Overhead the leaves whispered their dark secrets as the wind danced through the boughs. A delicate shiver shook Dorothy’s lithe body and Treize saw something, some thought or emotion flicker through her eyes too quickly to be read and understood. Had it been the first stirrings of panic he had seen in the depths of her eyes, or had he imagined that?
Treize reached out and cupped the young woman’s face with one hand, brushing his thumb teasingly across rouged lips. With a sigh Dorothy leaned into his hand, her fears temporarily forgotten, and her shivers subsided as fire surged through her body. A soft knowing smile curving her lips. Leaning forward, Khushrenada captured her mouth with his, gently at first then with mounting need. His tongue pressed against her lips and Dorothy parted them eagerly allowing him to explore the recesses of her sweet mouth. The Hunger flared like lava in his veins but he held off, trembling slightly at the effort it took him to do so. He wanted her so badly; he could all but taste her blood, hot and rich in his mouth.
Dorothy closed her eyes with a throaty moan, her hands moving restlessly over the handsome man’s broad shoulders, enjoying the smooth texture of silk over sculpted muscles until finally she buried her hands into a crown of gloriously soft ginger hair. The surroundings were a bit crude, but her newfound lover’s impatience was contagious and the young blond woman was caught up in the passion he offered. Her body was screaming for release.
(No! Not yet...Not yet!)
Treize broke the kiss suddenly, pulling away from Dorothy to look intently into her large eyes, his chest heaving slightly as he fought for control, his face flushed, his eyes sparkling with an almost feral light. A shaky breath escaped his lips and with a short laugh he ran his fingers through his hair pushing a few wayward strands back into place.
As his self-control returned, Treize began at last to weave his final deadly spell, his voice calm and hypnotic.
“There are so many people in the world, Dorothy, people like yourself, who are lost and alone, living empty lives...dying meaningless deaths.” Treize said taking Dorothy’s hands into his own, interlacing his fingers with her own, noting with cold detachment how soft and smooth they were. Professionally shaped nails painted to match the scarlet of her off the shoulder blouse graced the tips of each digit. He could feel the steady thumping of her heart through her palms and this brought forth a wave of passionate hunger so strong that Treize had to close his eyes and breath deeply for several moments to maintain his control. It dismayed him that the Darkness was so strong within him. It had not always been this way...once, long ago, things had been so very different...but now that it was upon him, he was forced to deal with it as best he could.
Carefully, he continued speaking, but was not entirely sure whom he was trying to convince with his words, the young woman... or himself. “Humans merely exist, living out their daily lives without any real thought or purpose... feeling worthless, abandoned, abused.” Dorothy stared at him, entranced, her ruby lips parted ever so slightly, her checks flushed a delicate pink. Reaching out, Treize cupped one young breast and smiled faintly as he felt the nipple harden beneath his palm. Moaning softly, the woman arched her back pressing more firmly against him, her head dropping back to expose her long, pale neck. It was too much of temptation for any man to endure. Treize leaned forward, releasing Dorothy’s other hand as his arms wrapped around the young beauty and pulled her into his embrace. Warm lips nibbled along the smooth skin of her throat, tasting the saltiness of her skin.
“Oh, you are an evil temptress, my dear.” Treize murmured between heated kisses, his own pulse roaring in his ears. Little by little the control he fought so hard for abandoned him, slipping away like grains of sand in an hourglass. “I can give you’re life purpose...your death, meaning...”
Strong hands plunged into the fine waterfall of her hair, feeling the heat of her scalp, rubbing the strands of golden silk between thumb and forefinger, marveling at how soft and smooth they were. Once again his lips found hers with bruising intensity and he reveled in the taste and feel of her. So alive, so full of heated passion...so ripe and ready for conquest.
“Let me set you free...” Treize’s voice was full of urgent pleading, mounting need, “...I want to give your soul transcendence...”
(Death?)
(Transcendence?)
(What the HELL?)
Dorothy’s mind reeled at what she was hearing, and she struggled to put meaning to the words, but it was as if they had been spoken in some foreign tongue and her normally sharp mind was simply drawing a complete blank. If only she had time to think, time to reason things out! The klaxons in her mind had reached a fevered pitch... but Treize’s hands were all over her, touching here, caressing there, knowing as if by magic where she needed, wanted him to lay his hands. His touch was both gentle and firm at the same time, igniting blazing fires in their wake, all the while growing more and more insistent. Hands slid under her skirt, pushing at the fabric, urging it up along the length of her legs until it pooled about her hips. Another small moan escaped her throat. Delightful as it all felt, it sure made thinking next to impossible!
(Don’t think! Just feel!)
Once more Treize was drawn towards the throat, his lips and tongue caressing the spot where her pulse beat nearest to the skin. Here, were life flowed so close to the surface. There was the barest brush of teeth, branding her flesh in waves of fire as they nibbled down the length of her long graceful neck. A gasp pleasure was drawn from her as he clamped his lips over her flesh and suckled eagerly drawing delicious heat to the surface with the force of the suction. Gently, he turned her head instinctively finding the best angle after all these years of practice. The Hunger raged through him and it would no longer be denied.
He murmured something that Dorothy recognized as French as he pressed sharp fangs against alabaster flesh.
Oddly enough, it was this phrase that seemed to break through to Dorothy’s fading mind. It had been many years since she had studied French in high school and she couldn’t be entirely certain, but she thought that roughly translated that phrase meant something like, “First, one must last” or was that “First, one must endure”?
(Endure? Endure WHAT?)
Sudden pain pierced her like twin daggers, radiating from her throat and shooting down the whole length of her body as once teasing teeth sank suddenly into delicate flesh, destroying all lines of thought and reason, leaving only room to react. And react she did! With a startled cry, Dorothy arched away from Treize breaking his hold on her as she pushed away from him with all her strength. She lurched to her feet, stumbled as her high-heeled shoes tried to twist out from under her, then managed to right herself just in time to avoid falling flat on her ass. Now she stood, panting harshly, her legs trembling, feeling like Jell-O. One pale hand flew urgently to the wound and came away slicked with blood, it’s coppery rich scent now hanging heavily in the air. She stared at this for a few seconds in amazement, and then held out her hand in silent accusation to the man who was slowly raising himself from the bench.
“You bastard!” Dorothy spat, finding her voice after several moments. Rage flowed through her and almost, but not quite, drowned out her mounting fear. "What the Hell do you think you're doing? You never say anything about biting!”
With quick, jerky movements she smoothed her skirt back down over her hips as she glared angrily at the man before her.
“I don't know about you,” she snapped, “but I’m not into that weirdo freak shit. I’m a sadist, not a masochist.”
With a toss of her head and of flip of a hand through her long blond hair she brushed arrogantly past Treize Khushrenada. Enough was enough, and it was high time she went home. This party was over!
One strong hand shot out faster than lightning, snagging Dorothy’s delicate wrist in a vice-like grip and pulling her around with a startled cry. The snapping sounds her bones made as they broke were very loud in the still of the night. Her complexion, always pale, became whiter still as all of the color drained from her face in a ghastly rush. Red lips distorted in a now silent scream and her eyes ballooned in pained surprise.
Deep laughter bubbled forth from the man’s chest, a laugh that set the small hairs on the back of Dorothy’s neck standing on end. The handsome face was now twisted and red with an almost demonic anger, the oddly forked eyebrows furrowed over eyes that glittered coldly and offered promises of pain and death. Treize’s tongue darted out licking away the crimson stain on his lips, which were pulled back in a hideous parody of a grin exposing glittering fangs, slicked with the blood- her blood.
A wave of dizziness engulfed Dorothy and her knees buckled beneath her. She would have fallen to the ground had it not been for Treize’s grip on her injured wrist, which now hung limp and useless. The frightful grin twisted wider, turning the leering face into a demon’s mask. All trace of his former civility departed Khushrenada; nothing even closely resembling the human she had mistaken him for was left. Oh, his body was still human, make no mistake of that, but the heart and soul within were those of a monster.
“What a coincidence...” Treize smirked, he voice thick with eager anticipation, “I, too, am a sadist.”
Terror, cold as ice, engulfed Dorothy’s heart. With fear adding to her own strength, she successfully yanked away from her assailant. A fresh wash of pain lanced through her wrist as she did so. Clutching her wounded hand to her chest, Dorothy turned and fled already knowing that it was too late... that tonight her life would end. One of the heels of her black leather high heel pumps snapped and she fell in an ungraceful sprawl. Bright daggers of agony flared as her hand came in to contact with the hard cement in an instinctual effort to break her fall.
(I just bought these damn shoes!)
Despite the pain and fear that surged through the young woman’s body, this illogical thought flashed through Dorothy’s mind even as her attacker pounced and she felt herself dragged painfully to her feet. It would have been funny if it hadn’t been so terribly sad. Up above, heedless of the life and death struggle playing out below, the elusive moon finally broke free from the clouds that had held it captive, casting its ghostly glow down upon the world where two figures were now locked in deadly embrace. Inhumanly strong hands wretched back Dorothy’s head by her hair exposing her throat. The pulse thumping wildly as she fought and struggled to hold on to the very last shreds of futile hope. With an almost reptilian hiss, Treize reared back his head and prepared to strike...
A shrill scream reverberated briefly through the night then was viscously cut off as Dorothy Catalonia embraced her final destiny.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Pairings: 13x5. 5x1
Category: Angst, AU, drama
Warnings: Dark. Vampirism. Death. There will be a bit of Violence and blood, (it IS a vampire fic after all)
Rating: R
Title: Now And Forever
Author: yellowhorde
Feel free to send comments and criticisms to yellowhorde@hotmail.com
Two figures, a tall ginger haired man and a leggy blond, strolled down the deserted walkway arm in arm as the moon cast its cool silvery light upon the world. The click of their heels against the pavement seemed very loud in the relative silence of the park. Overhead a fresh breeze stirred the night air, causing the canopy of new leaves to rustle briskly- a sound that reminded Treize Khushrenada of the sea. The leaves whispered songs of warning that went unheeded while thick thunderheads raced across the sky, obscuring the dim face of the moon. The wind carried with it the promise of rain sometime in the very near future.
Casting a sideways glance at the woman walking besides him, Treize noted how that same breeze that stirred the leaves playfully lifted Dorothy’s long blond hair off of her neck and sent tendrils drifting across her beautiful face. One slim hand rose and absently brushed the hair back. With a sigh, she leaned her head against Treize’s shoulder.
(You are mine now, my dear. You just don’t realize it yet. There is no escape for you.)
“Did you know that Henry David Thoreau once said that most men lead lives of silent desperation?” Treize intoned conversationally as he glanced down at the woman at his side. She looked up into his face at the sound of his voice, her eyes blank and trusting. “He was right, of course. Truer words have not been spoken.”
Carefully Treize lowered himself onto one of the many benches that dotted the pathway in regular intervals, paying no mind as the chill of the stone quickly penetrated through the cloth of his slacks to place icy fingers along the backs of his thighs. Silently, Dorothy joined him, sweeping her very short skirt under her fishnet-clad legs with her hands as she sat on the bench. It was a habitual gesture rather than one of necessity. But old habits were hard to break. Her large eyes were blank, the pupils dilated until they all but obscured the color of her irises. The young woman did not take her eyes from Treize’s nor did she give any indication that the cold stone bothered her in the slightest.
Khushrenada smiled down at the passive woman, a gentle smile, yet underneath all the charm, all the gallantry, lurked a hidden darkness, a forbidden hunger, ready and eager to be released. Hot anticipation coursed through his veins and he struggled briefly to suppress that aching need that assaulted him. It was not yet time to act...not quite...but soon...
(These things must be done delicately. Carefully. It wouldn’t do to spoil the game just yet. Oh no, that would not do at all.)
Despite her docile appearance Dorothy’s mind raced with alarm as she realized that she felt disconnected from her body, from the world. It was almost as if her senses were heightened... like a rabbit that had detected the stealthy presence of some unknown danger. Yet at the same time they felt dull somehow as if she had been drugged or given an extremely large shot of Novocain, one that affected her entire mind and body instead of just her mouth. Her heart beat faster in her chest and she imagined that she could hear the blood as it rushed through her body. Dorothy prided herself on her down to earth practicality and had always been one to follow her instincts but now with her mind mysteriously set adrift from her body, she felt no real desire to follow those instincts which were right now screaming that something was indeed very, very wrong. Despite the warnings that were stampeding through her numbed brain, she was unwilling, and perhaps unable, to connect this sense of impending doom to her current situation or to the devastatingly handsome man who seemed to hold her in the palm of his hands.
Overhead the leaves whispered their dark secrets as the wind danced through the boughs. A delicate shiver shook Dorothy’s lithe body and Treize saw something, some thought or emotion flicker through her eyes too quickly to be read and understood. Had it been the first stirrings of panic he had seen in the depths of her eyes, or had he imagined that?
Treize reached out and cupped the young woman’s face with one hand, brushing his thumb teasingly across rouged lips. With a sigh Dorothy leaned into his hand, her fears temporarily forgotten, and her shivers subsided as fire surged through her body. A soft knowing smile curving her lips. Leaning forward, Khushrenada captured her mouth with his, gently at first then with mounting need. His tongue pressed against her lips and Dorothy parted them eagerly allowing him to explore the recesses of her sweet mouth. The Hunger flared like lava in his veins but he held off, trembling slightly at the effort it took him to do so. He wanted her so badly; he could all but taste her blood, hot and rich in his mouth.
Dorothy closed her eyes with a throaty moan, her hands moving restlessly over the handsome man’s broad shoulders, enjoying the smooth texture of silk over sculpted muscles until finally she buried her hands into a crown of gloriously soft ginger hair. The surroundings were a bit crude, but her newfound lover’s impatience was contagious and the young blond woman was caught up in the passion he offered. Her body was screaming for release.
(No! Not yet...Not yet!)
Treize broke the kiss suddenly, pulling away from Dorothy to look intently into her large eyes, his chest heaving slightly as he fought for control, his face flushed, his eyes sparkling with an almost feral light. A shaky breath escaped his lips and with a short laugh he ran his fingers through his hair pushing a few wayward strands back into place.
As his self-control returned, Treize began at last to weave his final deadly spell, his voice calm and hypnotic.
“There are so many people in the world, Dorothy, people like yourself, who are lost and alone, living empty lives...dying meaningless deaths.” Treize said taking Dorothy’s hands into his own, interlacing his fingers with her own, noting with cold detachment how soft and smooth they were. Professionally shaped nails painted to match the scarlet of her off the shoulder blouse graced the tips of each digit. He could feel the steady thumping of her heart through her palms and this brought forth a wave of passionate hunger so strong that Treize had to close his eyes and breath deeply for several moments to maintain his control. It dismayed him that the Darkness was so strong within him. It had not always been this way...once, long ago, things had been so very different...but now that it was upon him, he was forced to deal with it as best he could.
Carefully, he continued speaking, but was not entirely sure whom he was trying to convince with his words, the young woman... or himself. “Humans merely exist, living out their daily lives without any real thought or purpose... feeling worthless, abandoned, abused.” Dorothy stared at him, entranced, her ruby lips parted ever so slightly, her checks flushed a delicate pink. Reaching out, Treize cupped one young breast and smiled faintly as he felt the nipple harden beneath his palm. Moaning softly, the woman arched her back pressing more firmly against him, her head dropping back to expose her long, pale neck. It was too much of temptation for any man to endure. Treize leaned forward, releasing Dorothy’s other hand as his arms wrapped around the young beauty and pulled her into his embrace. Warm lips nibbled along the smooth skin of her throat, tasting the saltiness of her skin.
“Oh, you are an evil temptress, my dear.” Treize murmured between heated kisses, his own pulse roaring in his ears. Little by little the control he fought so hard for abandoned him, slipping away like grains of sand in an hourglass. “I can give you’re life purpose...your death, meaning...”
Strong hands plunged into the fine waterfall of her hair, feeling the heat of her scalp, rubbing the strands of golden silk between thumb and forefinger, marveling at how soft and smooth they were. Once again his lips found hers with bruising intensity and he reveled in the taste and feel of her. So alive, so full of heated passion...so ripe and ready for conquest.
“Let me set you free...” Treize’s voice was full of urgent pleading, mounting need, “...I want to give your soul transcendence...”
(Death?)
(Transcendence?)
(What the HELL?)
Dorothy’s mind reeled at what she was hearing, and she struggled to put meaning to the words, but it was as if they had been spoken in some foreign tongue and her normally sharp mind was simply drawing a complete blank. If only she had time to think, time to reason things out! The klaxons in her mind had reached a fevered pitch... but Treize’s hands were all over her, touching here, caressing there, knowing as if by magic where she needed, wanted him to lay his hands. His touch was both gentle and firm at the same time, igniting blazing fires in their wake, all the while growing more and more insistent. Hands slid under her skirt, pushing at the fabric, urging it up along the length of her legs until it pooled about her hips. Another small moan escaped her throat. Delightful as it all felt, it sure made thinking next to impossible!
(Don’t think! Just feel!)
Once more Treize was drawn towards the throat, his lips and tongue caressing the spot where her pulse beat nearest to the skin. Here, were life flowed so close to the surface. There was the barest brush of teeth, branding her flesh in waves of fire as they nibbled down the length of her long graceful neck. A gasp pleasure was drawn from her as he clamped his lips over her flesh and suckled eagerly drawing delicious heat to the surface with the force of the suction. Gently, he turned her head instinctively finding the best angle after all these years of practice. The Hunger raged through him and it would no longer be denied.
He murmured something that Dorothy recognized as French as he pressed sharp fangs against alabaster flesh.
Oddly enough, it was this phrase that seemed to break through to Dorothy’s fading mind. It had been many years since she had studied French in high school and she couldn’t be entirely certain, but she thought that roughly translated that phrase meant something like, “First, one must last” or was that “First, one must endure”?
(Endure? Endure WHAT?)
Sudden pain pierced her like twin daggers, radiating from her throat and shooting down the whole length of her body as once teasing teeth sank suddenly into delicate flesh, destroying all lines of thought and reason, leaving only room to react. And react she did! With a startled cry, Dorothy arched away from Treize breaking his hold on her as she pushed away from him with all her strength. She lurched to her feet, stumbled as her high-heeled shoes tried to twist out from under her, then managed to right herself just in time to avoid falling flat on her ass. Now she stood, panting harshly, her legs trembling, feeling like Jell-O. One pale hand flew urgently to the wound and came away slicked with blood, it’s coppery rich scent now hanging heavily in the air. She stared at this for a few seconds in amazement, and then held out her hand in silent accusation to the man who was slowly raising himself from the bench.
“You bastard!” Dorothy spat, finding her voice after several moments. Rage flowed through her and almost, but not quite, drowned out her mounting fear. "What the Hell do you think you're doing? You never say anything about biting!”
With quick, jerky movements she smoothed her skirt back down over her hips as she glared angrily at the man before her.
“I don't know about you,” she snapped, “but I’m not into that weirdo freak shit. I’m a sadist, not a masochist.”
With a toss of her head and of flip of a hand through her long blond hair she brushed arrogantly past Treize Khushrenada. Enough was enough, and it was high time she went home. This party was over!
One strong hand shot out faster than lightning, snagging Dorothy’s delicate wrist in a vice-like grip and pulling her around with a startled cry. The snapping sounds her bones made as they broke were very loud in the still of the night. Her complexion, always pale, became whiter still as all of the color drained from her face in a ghastly rush. Red lips distorted in a now silent scream and her eyes ballooned in pained surprise.
Deep laughter bubbled forth from the man’s chest, a laugh that set the small hairs on the back of Dorothy’s neck standing on end. The handsome face was now twisted and red with an almost demonic anger, the oddly forked eyebrows furrowed over eyes that glittered coldly and offered promises of pain and death. Treize’s tongue darted out licking away the crimson stain on his lips, which were pulled back in a hideous parody of a grin exposing glittering fangs, slicked with the blood- her blood.
A wave of dizziness engulfed Dorothy and her knees buckled beneath her. She would have fallen to the ground had it not been for Treize’s grip on her injured wrist, which now hung limp and useless. The frightful grin twisted wider, turning the leering face into a demon’s mask. All trace of his former civility departed Khushrenada; nothing even closely resembling the human she had mistaken him for was left. Oh, his body was still human, make no mistake of that, but the heart and soul within were those of a monster.
“What a coincidence...” Treize smirked, he voice thick with eager anticipation, “I, too, am a sadist.”
Terror, cold as ice, engulfed Dorothy’s heart. With fear adding to her own strength, she successfully yanked away from her assailant. A fresh wash of pain lanced through her wrist as she did so. Clutching her wounded hand to her chest, Dorothy turned and fled already knowing that it was too late... that tonight her life would end. One of the heels of her black leather high heel pumps snapped and she fell in an ungraceful sprawl. Bright daggers of agony flared as her hand came in to contact with the hard cement in an instinctual effort to break her fall.
(I just bought these damn shoes!)
Despite the pain and fear that surged through the young woman’s body, this illogical thought flashed through Dorothy’s mind even as her attacker pounced and she felt herself dragged painfully to her feet. It would have been funny if it hadn’t been so terribly sad. Up above, heedless of the life and death struggle playing out below, the elusive moon finally broke free from the clouds that had held it captive, casting its ghostly glow down upon the world where two figures were now locked in deadly embrace. Inhumanly strong hands wretched back Dorothy’s head by her hair exposing her throat. The pulse thumping wildly as she fought and struggled to hold on to the very last shreds of futile hope. With an almost reptilian hiss, Treize reared back his head and prepared to strike...
A shrill scream reverberated briefly through the night then was viscously cut off as Dorothy Catalonia embraced her final destiny.
TO BE CONTINUED...
