Belinda Boring [Boring - Blood and Damnation

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B lood.

It was everywhere.

There wasnt a place I could lay my hand that didnt come back covered. As I lifted my fingers to my brow, the fading sun caused the redness of the liquid to take on an even more sinister hue.

As if being bathed in blood could get more sinister, I chuckled silently.

There really wasnt anything funny about the situation, but for the life of me, I couldnt stop the wave of hysteria that threatened to overcome my sensibilities. It started somewhere in the base of my chest and rose with such force that to ignore it, to stifle it, would cause more pain than it was worth.

So I let it out.

Ripples of laughter echoed in my earssounding completely foreign and unhinged.

I shuddered to think what would happen should someone stumble by and find us like this. I imagined I would look like a madman sitting in the middle of a dirty, rat-infested alley, quietly cradling the lifeless body of a woman in his arms.

They may have witnessed the precise moment her heart stoppedthe last of her lifeblood trickling slowly from her wounds.

I knew I looked disheveled, my clothes caked with blood that was already beginning to dry, my exposed skin smeared with the sticky gore. I also knew that people would not stop to ask questions. Instead, they would run screaming for the authorities.

Sounds slowly filtered back into my awareness, and the abrupt slap of reality returned me to my senses. My bloodstained hands roughly smoothed over fine black hair as if to comfort her in death.

My victim, I thought without hesitation.

I had somehow done this. Bile bubbled up into my mouth while I observed my gruesome surroundings, the bitter scent of copper made me gag, and numbness spread through me, shock wrapping its icy fingers around my heart.

I turned the womans face so her lifeless eyes stared back at me, as if in death she continued to accuse me. Her name had been Primrose, or was it simply Rosa? Letting out a hasty breath, I cursed my stupidity for not remembering her name.

Whoever she was, she had been beautiful, her skin still holding a slight warmth from being held so close.

Shed caught my eye earlier in the evening as I strolled through the crowds attending the annual town fair. With her long raven-colored tresses and green twinkling eyes, Id spent the better half of the evening exchanging glances and sensual flirtations.

London gossiped about my rakish ways. I had a useful talent of layering my seductive charms on so thick that it always guaranteed me getting what I wantedwhoever I wanted. My goal was that before the night was over, shed be beneath me, writhing as I drew out every ounce of pleasure within her.

Shed responded so freely to my suggestions that it wasnt long before shed led me to this very alley, secluded from prying eyes. Id immediately pressed her up against the wall as my mouth devoured hers.

Her eagerness had stoked a fire in me. Gone was the frigidity I often met from my own fellow countrywomen, and my urgency was met with her own brand of fire.

With each caress, each flick of her tongue, she sent me careening out of control. When shed softly moaned over my touching her covered breast, Id instinctively deepened our passionate kiss.

Shed tasted of mead and sunshine.