"Silva´s Hunt" by Amy ´Insom´ Downum

  Oh so delicately the red head moved, booted feet implying only the softest mention of her presence. She stood in the shadows as the hostess spoke, naught but a flicker of pale green robes as her dinner guests scrambled through the house, searching desperately for a way out of this nightmare.

   Silently Silva moved from her corner, supple skin accentuated by the soft flow of her gown, the roll of tastefully curved hips. Long, sinuous legs carried her effortlessly down the hallway, boldly taking after the nearest male.

   A thin finger of moonlight rippled across her fair, peachy hued skin. As if on cue, Silva began to decompose. Vanilla scented skin tautened, ripped. Muscles writhed and disappeared. Bone bent and grayed. Azure eyes widened and fell from their sockets. The beautiful evening gown ripped, fell from Silva's rapidly rotting form in shreds.

   She stood a gruesome beast, terrifying in all ways possible, a creature that fed off of blood, decay, and terror. Naked she moved through the hall, but nothing now remained to be covered. One empty eye socket twitched, from her lips issuing a hiss of satisfaction.

   The heel of a leather shoe squeaked. Silva hunched, dark pits, former homes for two sultry eyes, staining the plush carpet beneath her crimson.

   A muscle fluttered in her jaw, exposed by her rotting, torn flesh. Teeth clicked together in the incomprehensible mutterings of a rabid, tortured mind. "We haves our self a meal, precious!" she whispered, her voice high, cold. "Man meat! Oh yes... yes yes yes..."

   The remains of the stately woman slithered through the hall like the shadow of Death, moving fluidly on hands and feet like a frog. The man she preyed upon had stopped, wary, afraid. Sweat ran in beads down his forehead, dripping from his chin.

   Silva caressed her upper arm, stilling a convulsing muscle. A plan had formed. Once more she made the transition from beast to beauty, stepping dramatically from the shadows.

   The man jumped, whirling around to face this sudden appearance. His heart beat madly, but his nerves calmed. A woman...

   "Dreadful place to be, my dear," Silva purred, stepping close and tracing a finger tip down the man's chest. "Do not be frightened... I will show you the way out..."

   She leaned close, fluttering breath across his neck, her eyes hungry in a way they should not have been. Lush, pouting lips brushed his, tasting him.

   All at once it was not the beautiful maiden the man was kissing. She rotted before his eyes, her lips still locked onto his, drawing blood with horribly sharp teeth. Her eyes fell away in a spurt of blood. He tried to scream, to struggle, but Silva was on him, knocking him to the ground with strength unnatural for a being with no muscle left.

   The colour drained from his face, his blood leaving him, spilling out of his mouth into Silva's body. She drank greedily, slurping his life-essence with relish. The beast stood, wiping blood from her lipless mouth.

   The man lay in a dry, crumpled heap before her, wasted like so many others. Silva cackled with pitiless mirth. "Sleep now, precious," she cooed, an awful sound so emotionless it stung. "Sent to the Night… sleep tight… beloved...”

   She turned, creeping through the darkness towards her next victim. Adrenaline pounded in her veins long gone cold of blood. Her every fiber twitched with restless anticipation. It was her purpose, her meaning of life, this horrid game...