Free Indigo Vamporium by Poppet[vampire] Page A

warnings mount, my apprehension impales both lungs and my temples, and yet, somehow, I force myself onto the next slick step coated in a sheen of petrol blue.
    It's slippery, treacherous, the backdraft rising up is hellishly hot and rife with putrid stench. I feel I'm walking into the bowels of those who cannot be redeemed. Those who were created as balance, the ones without conscience, mercy, or forgiveness.
    Indigo heliospheres curl down the stairs like wriggling maggots dropping nebulous spawn in their wake, slurping over wet ground with greedy squishes borne of a deviant psychosis.
    The lingering haze slices cold terror into my skin, my hairs standing up so rigid with supra-sense and horror, I know I'm out of my mind to go down here.
    Why did Venix send me to this cursed vamporium? This place inspired LSD torture with its mirrored leaves and violet haze.
    Slinking silently into the tunnel, the sounds reaching me are a mixture of persecution, adoration, and a heavy metal volcano vomiting out hallucinogenic ether.

 
    Chapter 11
     
     
    Seithe:
     
    The scent of despair and anguish pilfer my sanctity, smuggling the love within into deep vials of safety.
    As I step onto the anthracite-blue floor, foreboding curls a tight cravat of warning around me. Instinctively I slide into the camouflage of shadow, surveying the creatures scattered across the haven.
    Danger licks up my nape, sliming my core.
    Humans lie bleeding with eyes glazed in blissful desire, their breath perfuming the air with the life force of the redeemed.
    Slipping through midnight cocoons devoid of illumination, I step over injured legs and twisted ankles.
    God, I've read about this, heard about it, but never thought I'd witness it. To prevent your prey from running you break their legs or feet. This keeps them your prisoner interminably.
    Death is mercy for these.
    Devils dance in victory and anarchy, pounding the floor with their jagged heels and clawed toes, drumming bones together like Vikings smashing mugs onto their wooden feast table. Brandished over their heads and knocked together like drummer's swords, stripped fibulas thunder dull cacophony to accompany the garbled screeches from the terrors of the hindershelf. Bashing and smashing in time to diabolical music, the horror before me makes my soul bleed.
    They've attacked humans and they do not belong here.
    Sagging heavily against the cavern wall, I blink to hide the anger which threatens to betray my presence. I'm filling with fury, the tide of destruction rising in me, flooding my veins with acrimony.
    I'm outraged by what I'm witnessing.
    Vampyres boldly parade with their vipers out, their evil eyes pulsating with inner damnation. Blood red irises dimple the dark with neon-bright ruby eyes. The handsome and elite suck on necks, legs, arms, wherever they can find purchase they feed from humans in an orgy of necrosis.
    Suckling like satans, they slurp crimson heaven from young girls no older than me. Young ladies fooled by wealthy, virile, impostors of men. We are not men, yet we look like the finest specimens among them.
    With eternity at our fingertips we play the harp strings of time, accumulating untold wealth and wicked habits with which to lure the innocent, and yet here these creatures have stolen youth and innocence by preying on the naïve. By taking trust and snapping it into splintered digits of carnage, they've taken what is good above and brought it down here to corrupt, destroy, to rape both physically and spiritually.
    They harvest the precious.
    Damn all of you!
    Heathens! You are not my brethren, you are my nemesis!
    Laughter slices my sanity. Hingeing to face the amused lurking behind my left shoulder, I glare at the red eyed vampyre.
    “Identify yourself,” I demand.
    “Grastle.” He loses the smile, his scarlet eyes burning holes through me when he recognizes my innate power. “Who are you?” he snarls, his tone both velvet seduction and guttural atrophy.
    “Your enemy,”