City of Sores

[xoCharm]

Samantha Korse Wolfgang;;
^{Phenomenal Cosmic Powa'}

Beauty deserves destruction; chaos.
So often it flaunts itself ceaselessly in front of the less fortunate.
So often it giggles and gloats in front of the naive.
So often it torments already bruised and gnarled hearts to the point where hatred burns and festers for it, to the point where that scarred heart is consumed by its envy and scorn.
So often there are crimes for that sole reason alone.
So often there are deaths for its vain ways.

Now one would think when it has become deceased its glory days had come to its dreadful end.
Yet even in death beauty is pampered.
A corpse is dressed up in its best clothes.
Makeup is applied to match its skin, giving it the allusion of flawlessness.
That gorgeous, sometimes silky casket is now their new womb.
They are given a beautiful, heartfelt ceremony before returning to a ravishing mother.

But really, in the end, the ugly got their revenge.
That once elegant beauty was now hidden, walled up within the earth, never to be seen again.
That attractive face and body would be eaten away via the various blemished creatures that lived inside mom.
That lovely casket would get dirty, would get stained.
That magnificent gravestone would eventually become withered and incoherent.
And those flowers? Well, everything dies.

Oh yes, when it came down to it, the soiled would prevail in one way or another.

Yes, beauty isn't just on the outside.
Yes, beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder, but who actually seeks true beauty anymore? Who actually beholds grace and charm for its true self?

Nobody, that's who.

Samantha paced herself through the cemetery's rows, the only give away to her location was the soft 'chinks' of her chain links against one another and the occasional soft smack of her trench against a passing breeze, chastising it for its unwanted molestation. The tips of her refined digits occasionally glanced themselves over cracked and dismembered headstones. They were cool to the touch, as was everything here. Deaths veil had curtained itself over this patch of land, leaving it forgotten and even feared.

Good, she liked her seclusion.
Besides, she adored the cold, abandoned and shunned.

Abandoned and shunned.
Amon had curbed her thoughts for quite sometime now, dominated her abstract mind. How repetitive and lame to say he was interesting. He was above such, and god how she so desired, so yearned and burned to know him, to be in his company, to be beside him. She suddenly felt a strong protective tug towards him, a need to establish him as hers, a need to slaughter anyone who came near him and dared speak to him, a must to lock him away within her grasp, never to escape. At least until she got what she wanted, to satisfy this ever growing hunger that gnawed at her mind and innards.

She couldn't possibly like the boy, there was just no way. She wasn't meant for that and she had come to terms with that quite sometime ago. It was just her want for knowledge was all.

Right?

Yes, right.

Finally, Sam had reached a rather decrepit looking crypt in the back of the graveyard. It stood meekly between two others, yet its stone structure built sometime ago suggested its permanent strength. She pulled open a heavy door, drawing it near the threshold once she had stepped inside the musty cubicle but leaving it an inch or two from securing back into place. It wasn't easy to open this thing if it shut all the way.

It was stuffy inside, no doubt from overlapping decades of dust and dirt integrated as one. Despite the pressure of alpha darkness, she knew this place like the back of her blades. This was her home afterall.
A tomb lay in the middle, a stone slab resting atop it. The weight of it was cumbersome to any creature, even herself, but with a few grunts of effort and continuous shoves and pushes with her hands, she managed to inch it off enough for her to get through.
A soft flicker of light managed to batter away some darkness, though any attempt to penetrate the heart of it was frivolous.

Candles on either side lined stairs that led down to darkened catacombs.

Home at last.

Hoisting her figure over the lip of the tomb, Korse made her way down to the bottom of the stairs. Despite being a place where they stored dead, it had long been forgotten by its creators and what one might expect for a putrid smell came none. The "front room" was dimly lit with sparse candles; skulls, bones and other objects were its decor. An oak table stained with blood rest a bit off to the side, straps for the four main limbs waiting patiently for its next victim. An elongated hall cast in shadow led to the actual catacombs, but she only went back there to dispose of a finished corpse (if she hadn't completely destroyed it first).

"Hey Animal." she said almost cheerfully. Samantha rounded the corner from her descent, casting a warm smile towards one of the cubby holds in the room. "How's my boy, huh?" her hand lifted, only to ever so softly wax a barren skull. The skeletal remains of what appeared to be a human being was curled up within the wall, yet the way she spoke to it was similar of an owner to its pet. But this was her pet.. or really, had been.

Samantha had taken in the man in her younger years. Rather odd circumstances how they met, but she wouldn't forget that night. She couldn't.
She'd taken in the being that acted like a dog, walked like a dog, half ate like a dog. He had been a cannibal, so when it came to disposing of bodies he was there. They'd shared many a killings together, roamed many a nights and terrorized many a object, inanimate and animate alike. He had guarded her home (though not from much for she never brought anyone down here besides her victims), guarded her even.
Animal had passed quite sometime ago, but she kept his remains here with her, forever keeping his placement as watch dog. She knew he was still here; could feel him. Or so she clung to.

She missed him more than any creature that walked and had walked this forsaken earth.

Removing her hand from his skull, she snagged a pack of smokes and a simple black zippo lighter from the cell next to him. She made her way over to her torture table, snagging the chair beside it. Her legs lifted, placing the heels of her gothic combat boots against the old oak in a cross-cross. Placing the butt of her merit cigarette between her lips, she flicked open her lighter, allowing the flame to torch the rolled tobacco until it stabilized on its own.
Now Samantha wasn't one for smoking on a daily basis, hence a pack of lights. She only did so when she was nervous or upset. What exactly itched her at the time she wasn't sure of.

Slowly she inhaled, locking up the heated smoke within her lungs until her body whined for the return of beloved oxygen. Her frosted lips parted, allowing the smoke to seep out on its own accord in gradual grey cloudy wisps. Placing the lighter within the hold behind her cranium, she flicked on the radio she more used for news of the outside world. Just in time it seemed, for one of her favorite songs strummed through: Golgotha Tenement Blues.

Just the pure laid back seduction the song carried was enough to lull her head back against the cold wall. "I am citeh.. I am the park.." she whispered along with the song. A flick had useless ashes flattering the dirt below. Her honey optics rested themselves within the nurturing darkness provided by her lids. It suddenly felt like she hadn't slept in centuries, and with the luring beat of her song, she began to doze.

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Night, the time that this man had sought for a while. Yuuto had just finished his last grades of the day and went off to pack away his things until monday. Now that he had everything packed away he finally got some time to himself. This shape shifter although extremely congenial and friendly, did like time alone. He exited the school and looked around, nobody was walking the streets at this time, so gradually he let his body's shape change. Slowly his skeletal structure took that of a large cat, that of a black leopard. This form often called the black panther was no panther at all. This was a leopard and he chose this form for a sole purpose. To prowl the city without being noticed easily. The cat now padded its way down the streets, glittering grey blue eyes locked forward as if he had seen something that was to become his prey. Bah, he was no bloodsucker like the vampires. Yuuto ate foods the humans did and it filled him up. He was the only one left on the streets at this hour so he decided to walk towards the graveyard to visit some old 'friends'. He was silent as he walked. Letting his thoughts take over his mind, lingering on subject to subject before coming back to consciousness. Yuuto's mind if it were to be materialized into the physical realm would be a giant maze with no real exit. You'd just get lost and end up disoriented before you could try going back the way you came. It was the way Yuuto was.

The panther was now at a light trotting pace, despite the fact he would normally have taken the form of a tuxedo cat to be les conspicuous, the leopards form was what he needed to get to the graveyard and fast. The silky black fur shined in the now visible moonlight as he began to exit the main area of the city and enter the outskirts. It was quieter here, Much quieter. He preferred this place over any other place in the world, even from where he was from in a coastal city in Japan. This shapeshifter was a strange one. As he got closer to the graveyard the fur began taking the shape of feathers and he had now taken to the air as a raven. Flying above his destination before perching on a nearby gravestone. in the dark he could see well. First he heard someone walking between the rows of stones... So out of pure instinct he went back to the form of the panther and stalked walked parallel to the stranger whom was in the graveyard. Thankfully this form gave him excellent night vision and he could make out the form of a female.

Who was it? Hell, he didn't care.

The only thing that could possibly give him away was the eyes of his. They glittered in the light of the moon, giving a rather beautiful contrast to the black fur that again coated his body. He watched the woman, watched her enter the nearby crypt. He sighed, this wasnt going to be much fun if he had to go inside of the crypt to check out who she was, and what she was to be exact. The leopard shook its head and grunted quietly before silently padding towards the edge of the crypt, letting only a single eye show, he watched her talk to the bones of a deceased individual whom she addressed as 'animal'. Who was this animal?, why was this person in the crypt?, and why was he so drawn to figure out who this person was? Yuuto was rather frustrated with himself, maybe it was the lack of coffee today and he was just out of it.

Bah what a stupid lie. Everyone knows Curiosity killed the cat.

He draw in a breath and smiled, his fangs bared in a rather animalistic grin. Anyone who didn't know animals would think he was ready to attack. On the contrary he was rather happy now, he had calmed his thoughts for the most part and padded in silently as she crooned to the skull. He blended well with the darkness, the lack of light making his eyes dull and blend with the rest of the blackness that had engulfed this place. How many of the deceased lay here decaying and asleep, oblivious to the world around them? Who knew but he watched and smiled as she lit a cigarette, the lighter lighting the room for but a moment before everything went dark again. If the girl was observant she would have noticed him, if she didnt well, he was going to surprise her. Hiro loved to surprise people, he often did it in a good way, but this was a risk, this girl wasn't your average human. She was much different. The once sitting cat now stood and padded towards her, words now flowing from his mouth in a deep baritone voice that seemed to echo through the crypt.

"Smoking is bad for you, you know."

His voice was smooth, like silk, words flowed from his mouth as smoothly as water did from a creek, the cat flicked his tail and sat in front of her, he was laid back for the most part, he was a friendlier person and didn't like making enemies. He just sat there silently and watched her, the cat merely silently observed letting some thoughts wash over him like a new wave of ocean water gently flowing into the shoreline. The feline was happy letting the thoughts take and carry his mind to different places, happy that he was here trying to solve another mystery in his life. Even though this mystery was only a few minutes old. Yuuto to most was known as an enigma, he was someone that was open and friendly but never seemed to truly open up to anyone. Yuuto had close friends but very few of then knew of who he truly was and what he was like behind the mask of exuberance and happiness. Like a feline, independent, and solitary. That was the way Yuuto was without the mask.

Lemme Guess
You wear a mask too.
Everyone wears them.
To bad, maybe if they were gone
The world would have some form of peace.

"So, whats your name?" His baritone voice rang clear once more, he was curious and even though the analogy may be proven true tonight, he wasnt going to let a little play on words get him down when a mystery in his life was sitting right in front of him. To be polite however he introduced himself first. The cat stood with its eyes locked on hers before he bowed his head, "Mine is Hajime Yuuto." Yuuto was an old name, a very old name in his family at least. Or well what was his family. Hiro hated to remember the past, especially his own, the anger that welled inside the form of the man was palpable when he remembered his own story of who he was and how he came to be. Everyone has darkness inside them they say, but what happened with him was on a completely different level. But that was a story for a different time, for now he wanted to figure out who this woman whom stood before him was, and he wanted to know rather badly as his tail flicked back and forth. A tell Tail, excuse the pun.. sign of impatience in most feline species.

He sat and waited, only time would tell him if curiosity killed this cat...

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"Smoking is bad for you, you know."

Her eyes shot open from the sudden intrusion, yet her body remained in a statue like state. She wasn't quite sure what to make of this resonant voice and how exactly its owner managed to squeeze itself down here. As far as she was concerned no one had been following her. But then again she had been a bit on the tired side and in all honesty wasn't paying as much attention as she should have been.

Something started to sear her skin.
She had forgotten her cigarette.

Nevertheless she held as still as she could, attempting to seek out the intruder. She could have sworn she left the candles burning inside her home when she first arrived. Perhaps she just knew her way around too well, and as such subconsciously hadn't noticed nor needed them. Her canines bore down upon her lower lip in order to counteract the slight gnawing pain that tingled through her body. Butterflies gave a minuscule flicker of their wings within her abdomen.

Now was not the time for her masochist attributes to tease her.

"So, whats your name?"
Such a generically childish, almost awkward question. Not very fitting for this stray song that flowed like such forbidden honey from its box. Nevermind though, 'cause that was all she needed to pinpoint where this exotic fruit rest in wait, like that particular apple Eve was so infamous for.

Eve was about to extract her revenge.

As his name was given, her figure shot forth, allowing the stick to fall from between her fingertips to make way for the familiar hilt of Bacardi. Effortlessly she drew the deadly blade forth from its sheathe within her boot, only to give a brief twirl between her digits so the sharp dagger bared itself to the ceiling. With how fluid her movements were and how silently they strove one would think she'd been born with a knife in her hand.

In a sense, she had been.

After a few noiseless moments, candles that peppered every other cubbyhold illuminated the once shadow cluttered room, chasing away enough darkness to where one could see without too much squint. Bacardi however remained in darkness for the simple reason of it being pressed against the throat of which cast it. The pressure, while stern enough to the point of anymore of it would surely pierce the delicate skin, was light enough for natural breathing efforts.

"What's this? A kitty? And just what business does this kitten have in such a place as this, hmm?" her own tone flowed beautifully, but not so much with the type of allurement most admired. Her melody was eerie, foreboding, but most of all maniacal. Her porcelain visage was dressed in whatever ebony the candles failed to decorate, but her talk alone was enough to suggest a rather deliriously excited leer. "Oh, that's right, you wanted my name." an uncanny giggle palsied her frame, "My name, for you sweet kitty," she tilted his head up some, allowing those ravishing arctic blue hues to meet with her supernatural, lustrous honey eyes. Her frosted pink lips pursed slightly, planting a delicate peck upon his cold, moist nose, "is Death." So often she gave that calling, but for good reason. More than likely any who heard such grace their ears was indeed meeting their prolonged demise.

"Now, let's see that gorgeous flesh." a chilling whisper. She had half a mind to stab his large paws into the ground where he stood just so she could kick back without worry while he transformed, but she wanted to see this daring shifters face up close. She wanted to see what unhindered body she was about to carve.

She wanted to see what beauty she was about to destroy.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/font]

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You Never were much of a fighter..
To Bad, So sad...
Nice guys finish last.

The darkness that concealed the cat was rather well cliché if you wanted Yuuto's Opinion. The teacher had not particularly loved the dark, but he loved silence the darkness brought with it. This cats eyes were locked upon the figure of the woman. He stood but he did not at all tense, in fact despite Hiro's rather happy go lucky and innocent nature for the most part, there was darkness in all people and beings on the earth and Hiro was no exception. The Baritone voiced male smiled inwardly. The Beautiful cat was one of the worlds rarest, to bad this cat was curious about the wrong thing. But maybe that famous charisma that seemed to become an instinct whenever he transformed would kick in. Yuuto was much like the animals that he took the form of. He licked his canine teeth, a more animalistic instinct was going to take over. Call it Yuuto's form of a high but damn it was a good high. To dance with death was a thing favorable to those whom were psychotic, but hiro was no psycho. Oh hell no, he was much different, he had problems controlling the animal instincts that made him look like a sadist at times. But giving in now would spell death.

"What's this? A kitty? And just what business does this kitten have in such a place as this, hmm?"

What a voice, a sweet lilt to the cats ears, as the woman shot forward in fluid motions that would only belong to that of someone inhuman. The Cat grinned, its pristine white fangs bared in a sort of Cheshire smile. Claws gleefully extended and contracted, how fun it was to give into instinct. "You wish to know why I happened to wander about this very night and into this place?" He paused mentally checking his words to make sure he made a wise decision of phrases, "I was merely curious" The beautiful feline form of the male looked at her, she was beautiful. But it was deceptive, very deceptive. Hiro had made mistakes before and paid for it. He had paid for it before and well he was going to let himself get hypnotized by physical beauty again. Former wounds, now scars burned as a painful reminder of what had happened in his past.

Her hand touched his soft fur and his eyes met hers, stunning honey gold eyes that absolutely the most beautiful thing he had seen in a while, her voice rang clearly through, that lilting voice that seemed just a bit eerie, almost like a sirens song, it was haunting and well something that not many people would ever hear in the course of their lives. he knew that this dance may not have a favorable end, but it was a risk he was willing to take as his whiskers twitched after began to talking once more.

"Oh, that's right, you wanted my name.. My name, for you sweet kitty, is Death"

She pecked his nose as almost a way of saying goodbye to her victims, and he merely grinned "I should have assumed so, Ive met many people like you before. They provide one hell of a dance for me. To bad, this kitten doesn't wish to dance tonight." His tone was hypnotic, he was a mysterious figure as suddenly the cats form had vanished what happened to the cat? Well Yuuto was not willing to die here, but he didn't want to fight her in these catacombs. Instead what replaced it was a man, the man that the shifter was known as. A smile spread across the mans face, white teeth and blue eyes glittering, "If you wish to be the carrier of my death then you have to get in line." Ah yes, despite having many friends, Yuuto had an uncanny ability to make enemies as well, and many wanted his head on a silver platter. The Mans form melted away once more as he began to walk up the stairs, his footsteps eerily silent. As if he had been walking these stairs for a while.

"Now, let's see that gorgeous flesh."

"You cant see it without a little light" his tone was darker, much more out of character he was in a different mentality to say the least. The darkness in everyone's hearts changed them when it took over, and well it was showing now. His tone was enticing, and that was well a usual thing for him. Many a person had been accidentally injured after being lured near the man by his voice. The new figure of a snake slithered away from the woman, he was a snake with a reputation. Despite being extremely bright colored and easy to see, this python wasnt something to be ignored. As he made his way back up the stairs he murmured, "If you wish to carve the flesh of this man, you must be able to find me first. It was quite obvious this man loved to transform and change shape, it was almost a habit to change between forms at random times. He Transformed back, his glittering eyes looked down the stairs from which he came and smiled, "Come now, don't waste time. Or this prey may slip away." His voice was gentler, as if he wanted to coax her out of the darkness and shadows below.

In game called ‘Cest-la-Vie’… there must be lust.
A burning desire.
Dark clouds and dark thoughts

The night of the full moon breaks my barriers
Greed builds up within me for animals
That I massacre
I feel a lust for blood here and now…

Deep in the night of the twinkling stars
A sweet smell pulls into the distance
When I have completely seen the night
My desire is kindled and the hunter in me awakens…

Ah instinct what a fun thing to deal with. It seemed that if this woman wished to carve the flesh of his, she'd have to find him. He walked away with a smile, out into the rows of tombstones. Where he'd wait.

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