92 Massacre at sunse (1/2)
Dante didn't notice as the other vampires slowly walked to the edge of the pool to stand along side him. Everything had gone quite around him except for a faint melodious song lingering on the breeze drawing him in. His eyes were transfixed on the beautiful woman urging him forward from within the magically glistening waters everything else seemed to melt into a blurry background. A voice at the back of his mind cried out for him to run away, to attack, to react... anything except stand there, but he couldn't bring himself to move.
The air around her seemed to clear. The strange hypnotic effects seemed to quickly wear off the men as each began looking around in a panic as they realized that their legs were trapped in tight muscular tentacles that continued to tighten. Shelly sucked in a breath as another barb shot out of the water piercing through one of the vampires mouths as he'd opened it to call out. The tentacle around his leg pulled the body into the pool as two of the others brought two of the other vampires crashing into each other in a sickening thud. More blood sprayed across the patio as the sound of breaking bones reverberated around the area. She'd been too distracted by the vampires being slammed into one another to notice another being pulled into the pool as he tried clawing at the tile of the deck.
The monster lifted high out of the water using four large back tentacles to support the massive body that had been hidden by the ink of the water. Dante was still being held into place as if he was being forced to watch his companions demise. The free tentacles lifted exposing the center of the under portion of the monster. Shelly's body began shaking uncontrollably as she took in the seemingly endless rows of razor sharp teeth. The Vampire that had been clawing at the deck was fighting with everything he had as he realized the tentacle was pulling him directly into the gaping, tooth-filled mouth; but it was no use. He was no match for the beast. Blood mixed with the ink of the waters as the many rows of teeth began ripping at his flesh.
Shelly squeezed her eyes shut again as tears flooded them fighting against the bile raising in her stomach. A thud sounded by the pool followed by the sound of something wet and uneven rolling toward her. A squishy thud brought her tear blurred eyes to where the thing had hit and stopped rolling by her feet. She fell backwards letting out a blood curdling scream as the lifeless eyes of Dante's severed head gazed unfocused up at her. Blood dripped from the jagged edges as it was pooling around her feet.
She hadn't even realized she'd been hyperventilating until a tentacle brushed against her cheek. She sucked in her breath and held it as she watched the monster that was her best friend work it's way toward the stairs... toward her... the smooth side of the tentacle caressed her cheek curling in a way that the barbs were at no risk of hurting her. She forced her blurry gaze to meet Joslyn's. They were still the unsettling eyes of the monster but other than the one tentacle still gently caressing her cheek, Jos's entire body had shifted back to human form. Her arms shook as she shifted her weight from them to a sitting position as she watched Jos step out of the pool of ink and blood. Her naked body still held a nearly white paleness to match her blood stained white hair. The only things on her that wasn't a ghostly white was her ink-stained feet and her hands. The dark black coloring bled up her arms and legs blending into the creamy white. The tentacle slowly retracted taking care not to graze her with its barbs as Jos's attention moved from her to the closed, blood sprayed glass of the patio doors. She watched, stunned, as Jos glided ethereally threw the doors smearing the blood with her still clawed hands as she stepped through.
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Jos pushed open the office door to Xavier's study quietly. He was behind the computer facing away from the door. She turned to the shelves that lined the walls running a clawed finger along the many framed pictures, statues, and trophies.
Xavier didn't take his attention away from the screen he scolded her. \”I told you to stay upstairs. It's not safe for you down here until my work associates are gone.\”
She didn't respond, her attention falling on an antique glass bottled ship. It was beautiful with fine detail in every aspect of the ships hull and the numerous cloth sails. Even the bottle and it's stand was amazing with a gold plate naming the ship and a thin clean rope tied around the cork with a wax seal binding it. She lifted for a closer examination.
\”Careful over here. Those are antique-\” His words were interrupted by the sound of the fragile glass shattering against the hardwood floor of his office. He lifted an arched brow up to her seeing her for the first time since she'd stepped into the room. His mouth fell, words dying as he took in her naked state. He pushed his chair back and pushed himself to his feet. Her head was bent to the wreckage on the floor as he stepped around the desk propping himself against its edge, crossing his arms over his chest. \”What are you doing, Jos? Where's your clothes.\”
A dainty toe nudged the busted ship. \”I've always hated these things.\” She said in a unusual heavily accented voice.