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*-* There Ain't No Justice *-*
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-Blood Lust, Part One-
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by Anonymous Bosch
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I collect knives. I don't remember when I started, but I have alot of them
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now. I collect swords, now, too. There's just something about edged steel
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that appeals to me. The shine, the glimmer. There's something solid and
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reassuring about a knife. I taught myself to throw them, and once took
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fencing classes for a few months. A friend in the Marines taught me "street
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style" knife fighting, so I count myself as being pretty competent.
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I was just sitting around one evening, juggling a pair of 18 inch daggers
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when, quite by accident, I missed one blade and cut myself. Just a scratch,
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but something about that thin line of red caught my attention. I gently
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raised my hands to my lips, and tasted it. The moment that the blood
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touched my tongue, something basic changed inside of me.
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The taste was indescribable! The taste of the blood was like the finest
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liquor I had ever imagined. I had to have more. Taking my knives in hand, I
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dashed downstairs and into the street. Looking about, I spotted a pair of
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teenage girls walking away from me down the block. With a soundless scream
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I leapt at them, stabbing the first one thru the back, and killing her
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instantly. I tackled the second one, and with a single swipe, slit her
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throat and buried my mouth in the gash. As I drank the young woman's blood,
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I could feel the strength of her lifeforce surge into my body. Something
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inside me told me that this was RIGHT, that this is what drove the cannibal
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cults of old! The power, the taste! I was a god!
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Of course, it being early evening, such things could and did attract
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attention on a busy city street. A half dozen pedestrians were still in
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shock, gazing at me and my gory feast. I looked up at them and smiled,
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which must have looked pretty good, because one of the women fainted dead
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away right there. Crawling over to the first girl I'd stabbed, I drew out
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my knife and licked it clean. That sent the rest running. Sirens were
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sounding in the distance. I took off into the night.
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Later that night, despite all the sirens and searches, I was still free,
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and hungry. I thought it quite humorous when I found a lone policeman
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patrolling the warehouse district. I crept up behind him, and with one
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motion, put one of my knives into each of his kidneys. While he was
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reacting to that, I grabbed his head and gave it a three-quarters twist,
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snapping his neck. I then pulled my knives out of his kidneys, and slit him
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down the belly. I laid out his organs in a spiral pattern on the ground
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around him, and wrote obsenities on the wall beside him in his blood while
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I ate his liver.
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Refreshed by the policeman's lifeforce flowing inside me, I started to make
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my way back to midtown, to see how much more damage I could do. I killed
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eleven people that night, and with each death, could feel the power growing
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inside me. I slept the day away in the penthouse of a wealthy socialite,
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whose pregnant womb had yeilded a delicate suprise.
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The next evening, as I sat watching the six-o-clock news, I was amused to
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see the fevered reports the police were giving on their progress towards
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catching me. They were fools, I knew. I had tasted the blood, and it was I
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who was strong! I, and I alone, who would prevail! They were calling me the
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"Vampire Killer", but I knew better. I could see myself in the mirror, and
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the sun's failing rays hadn't hurt me any when I had relieved myself from
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the socialite's balcony a few minutes before. And I wasn't dead. I was
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ALIVE, so very alive.
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When it was dark enough, I crept out of the penthouse, and down the service
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stairs to the street below. Under one arm, I bore a package containing the
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pretty socialite's head, which I left in the empty hands of a statue in the
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Park.
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I prowled the park for several hours, evading the feverish searches of the
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police, and killing the occasional homeless person I chanced upon. By
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midnight, the sky was lit by a hundred police car's flashing lights, as
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they surrounded the park and tried to cut off my escape. The air was full
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of sirens, and the bushes full of cops, but somehow, I found a sewer grate
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and with my newfound, unnatural strength, and pried it open. I crawled
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throught the muck to freedom, and killed 6 people in the ghetto while the
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police wasted their time in the park.
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The next day I awoke early, to the sound of a scream. It seemed that the
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daughter of the woman I had killed the night before had arrived home to
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find her mother's entrails decorating the Christmas tree I had found
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stuffed in one closet. The sight of me coming at her, naked and covered
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with gore, was just a bit TOO much for her, and she slumped to the floor
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before I could plunge my blade into her. As she lay there on the floor, I
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thought to myself how beautiful she was, how perfect her face and breasts
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were. I stepped over her body, and closed the door to the apartment.
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I carried her unconscious form into the bedroom, where I took my knife and
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cut her clothing off of her body. Where the blade cut her flesh as well, I
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gently kissed and licked the blood away. Using the shards of her clothing,
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I bound her to her bed, and began to trace delicate designs on her ebony
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skin with my blade. I was cutting a rendition of the Milky Way into her
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left breast when she finally awoke. The look in her eyes was pure terror.
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Something in that look fed the need inside me, the way the taste of blood
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had been doing. I asked her her name, to which she answered in a hoarse
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whisper: "Clairice". She asked me my name, but I didn't answer her. I
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continued tracing spirals into her breast, watching her eyes as I let the
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blade dig into her flesh. Once, she began to cry out, but she gritted her
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teeth and held back when I placed my other blade against her throat.
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When her skin was a latticework of blood, I took set aside my knife and and
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took a bit of her clothing and fashioned a gag. I spoke to her at last,
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saying: "This is going to hurt. Alot." She fought her bonds for all she was
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worth as I took one of my knives and knelt between her thighs, guiding the
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glimmering ruby tip to her exposed vagina. I flicked her clitoris with the
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blade gently, ever so gently, then drove my blade home between the lips of
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her pussy. Her body shook with agony, and the wild thrashing of her body
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threatened to throw me off of the bed for a moment. But I held my ground,
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and proceeded to fuck her with my knife, until her pussy was a bloody
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wreck. Pulling out the knife, I finally guided my own cock into the gory
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ruin that was once this woman's pussy. It was like current racing thru my
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body! The taste of the blood, the fear in her eyes, and the feeling of her
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lascerated vagina on my cock were like the most potent drug I'd ever
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experienced.At the moment of my climax, I took my other knife, and stabbed
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her thru the heart.
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As I crept thru the night, looking for new victims, I kept seeing her face
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at the moment my knife took her life. She had smiled.
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