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What a Bloody Wedding!! {The Old South}
The day was normal as any other, the sun rose high
above the local little chapel. It was an unusually warm day for the
month of November; even for the South. Akirah stood before the church
taking in all the brimming hustle and bustle that went along with a
supercilious mortal marriage. She watched the local ladies gather and
decorate the front steps with an absurd number of flowers and frills.
Akirah sneered as she stood there and observed their utter stupidity;
stupidity for they took no heed of her- they had been so dense; they
never once questioned Akirah’s motivations for being in this reclusive
backwater town.
They
just allowed her to enter with the greatest of ease and take up
residency as their new local librarian. A night working librarian? Did
it ever dawn on their feeble little minds that she could indeed be more
that what she seemed? Probably not- the locals were quite unworldly when
it came to pretty much anything or anyone not from their small town.
The towns folk made a grave mistake though- one they can no longer mend
at this point and juncture- they offended an ancient Vampyre queen who
would soon take her vengeance for their sheer impudence….. Akirah
had been observing everything at the church when a most gruesome red
hair mortal began to push her way towards the church, the woman was
gargantuan with unkempt scraggily hair and a plain face. Nothing to look
at by far. Her name was Chillista whatever the hell that was supposed
to mean- no one knew. It was certainly no name Akirah heard of – not in
all her travels and not in all her 7000 years on Earth. Chillista seemed
to be some sort of made up nonsense word; perfect for such a
nonsensical type of female. She always had very few words went it came
to the women folk but glory be if a man arrived, then that idiotic woman
would not shut up- obviously a harlot even if she liked to profess
herself to be “a respectable Southern woman”.
It was all a façade. Akirah knew it- the woman was an aging, dirty harlot only attune to the rougher sex. Just
the other day the same idiot woman had some brazen balls to try to
wriggle her way into accompanying Captain Jacques on a tour of the
little town when all was known that Captain Jacques was with Akirah –
they stood in the town square hand in hand and yet Chillista still
decided upon herself to be all flirtatious- Treacherous whore she was! Akirah
watched as she practically galloped like a horse to the entrance of the
church- her heavy laden footsteps seemed to make the very earth quake
beneath her feet – very similar to a huge elephant she was. Akirah stood
there and giggled at the sight of her. “Another imbecile on her way to
witness the wedding.” Akirah thought to herself. “Gaaaa Morning
Akirahhh” the imbecile cried out and waved her hand frantically like a
cat swatting a fly. Akirah just smiled and nodded thinking the woman was
such a simpleton, it was not even funny. The
whole town seemed to be filled of such simpletons. The idiot Lady
Warcliffe was the worst of the lot; a mousy little excuse for a woman
that always danced around the simplest of questions and concerns. Akirah
had her fill of that one that was for sure. And the smoke she would
blow up one’s ass- it was enough to fill the entire town twice over.
Absurd compliments that were so out of context that it became most
egregious rather quickly.
Then there was
Guardian – her husband – the brooding strong silent type, his only care
is for his little militia and their idiotic racist cause. And then of
course the morons getting married – another military fanatic by the name
of Dunari and his simpleton fiancé Lil – a platinum blonde trophy wife
this one would surely become. She never said a word- not even a hello
when you spoke to her, perhaps she is mute or perhaps she is just so
stupid she doesn’t know how to speak or how to have sort of manners.
Just a pretty face in the may lay of southern simpletons.
Then,
there was Miss Pickle the token school marm who could be as rude as
anyone else…. dirty looks and not speaking for lengths of time plus once
again lacking in manners of any kind. Lovely that such a sour puss
would be teaching the children of this day and age-kind of ironic to
think on it-Miss Pickle is nothing but a sour pickle. Akirah
meandered down the street to the town square. She decided to sit for a
spell and contemplate what should be done. She ran through the week’s
events and it occurred to her that each and every individual in this
town had been nothing but rude to her and her companions. Akirah had
come here for peace- for tolerance- for mortal amenities- for serenity
and in the end what she had really received was nothing but the complete
opposite.
She had given the townspeople a
fair try- she had given them ample opportunity to answer her questions,
address her concerns and become even a friend to her but none in this
whole town chose to do so- none save for the new native woman known as
SweetMeadow – she was the only one who has the wear with all to be
friendly and accommodating. Akirah
contemplated more and more as she listened to the nearby water fountain
and its steady lulling stream. As time went by, Akirah could feel the
fires deep billow within her- the fires of rage, the fires of hate, the
fires of her ancient Mother Goddess self-Sekhmet. Visions
of these impudent mortals plagued her thoughts- the Lady Warcliffe and
Guardian completely ignoring her beloved Tristain, the onslaught of rude
and most crass intolerance that came from the doctor known as Nicole,
the brazenness of Chillista, the stupidity of Lil – the inexplicable
crime of slavery that ran rampant in these parts, the absurd hysterics
of the women here over a bandit that never ever even arrived in town, the
intolerance and expulsion of a Union soldier that landed at Akirah’s
doorsteps, the Lady Warcliffe willfully ignoring all questions and
concerns that Akirah had, this wedding and how it consumed everyone in
its path-certainly a signal to the ridiculous amount of frivolousness
that encapsulated this entire town… Akirah felt
the anger explode within her….anger filled with confusion, hatred and
vengeance. She could no longer keep it at bay- it was surfacing and once
it did – nothing and no one could stop it. Akirah
stood up and walked back and forth round the town square….hoping it
would help her calm down but it was too late. Too much time had passed –
too much occurred; her coven members had been offended, she had been
offended, the intolerance of the town was incomparable; she would make
them pay- she would make them all pay….. The
church bells rang out to commence the start of the wedding processional,
they billowed in Akirah’s ears- making her all the more eager to act. Akirah
suddenly felt her body convulse violently, her eyes turned red with
rage, she felt her fangs elongate. And she could smell them- all of
them- their sweet Southern blood running rampant with intolerance,
greed, frivolousness and ideas of war…. A
spark of her red brilliance shot straight out of her hand and suddenly
the town square was on fire- she walked slowly down the street and with a
quick glance – she hit little shops with orbs of light – causing them
to implode from the inside out and setting a path of fire through the
small town. She saw the lawman Hawk running towards the blazing inferno
and she pounced on him – quickly tore out his throat and lapped up the
surge of blood as if it were merely milk to an alley cat…..the blood
fueled her insanity- there was no stopping her now; the lion goddess
with blood on her maw began her slaughter of the South…… Soldier
after soldier fell upon her and each one met his untimely demise with a
quick snap of the neck or a decapitation by a mere shake of her hand.
She worked her way through town- killing everyone who lay in her
path….slave, lawman, soldier, child, woman or man they were all prey to
the Egyptian Lioness – her fury was intense. The whole town exploded in
an orb of brilliant red fire…..she made herself to the school house- set
it ablaze burning all that was inside – turning everything to cinders
and ash…she saw the litany of idiotic mortals at the church…. Akirah
ran so fast she was invisible- she rushed the church and took out the
priest, shrieks of the women ricocheted throughout the small chapel,
rampant gun fire went off but Akirah moved like lightening – rampaging
through pew after pew of townsfolk- slaughtering each and every one, a
blood river of the dying coated the church floor, walls were splashed
with blood, pews of the church had been struck in half or tossed to the
side- stain glassed windows shattered as Akirah made her way to the
young couple at the altar. ‘ She snatched Lil
up by her hair – sunk her teeth into her tiny throat and then tossed her
aside like a dilapidated rag doll. Akirah stood up “She’s dead now Dunari- Dead as a Doornail- now what ever will you do without your precious LiL?’ Akirah sneered….as she moved towards him. He
staggered back garnishing his weapon from his holster- he shot her and
kept shooting though his hand trembled violently… Akirah laughed and
only came closer….” You think your
mortal weaponry shall stop me, you think you will stop me? Look at this
place… look at all I can do- Your fate is sealed Dunari – your fate was
sealed when you offended me and my kind” she exclaimed as she snatched him by the throat and lifted him high off his feet… “You are going to be nothing but a pile of bones- ask forgiveness from your God for you are about to die!” she said as she revealed her fangs…. Just
then a bullet launched in to her back- she dropped Dunari and turned to
see Guardian Warcliffe and his rifle. Hysterical laughter echoed
throughout the room; Akirah picked up Dunari again as he was crawling
away- she snapped his neck and threw his carcass at Guardian. Akirah
lifted to the air and shot a cascade of fire towards those who lay
strewn about the floor. She waved her hand at the doors and they locked
from the outside in an instance. “Now you will all die”
she shouted as she tossed glass and concrete over the mortals. She
closed her eyes and the room roiled over in flames. There was no
escape…..Akirah planted herself firmly down amidst the swallar and
devastation, she went over each and every body drinking her fill of them
all….she came across Lady Warcliffe hiding like a rat under the broken
altar…..she grabbed the woman up by her hair….clawed her porcelain cheek
till blood began to seethe forth….. “ Oh Guardian – watch as she dies…..she
screamed as she began to quickly gash the Lady’s throat open- blood
spilled forth and Akirah laughed only to quickly decapitate the woman in
one big swoosh- she tossed the Lady’s bloody head to Guardian; “ Here you go- a parting gift to keep memory of your sheepish troll of a wife…..Akirah
rose up again- rage billowed out in the form of fire and she left them
to die- the roof of the church exploded out and Akirah rose out of the
church only to descend to the front of it. A conflagration of mortals stood in horror – with a slight of hand and a hailstorm of more red light, she killed them all. The
South was burning, cries of the dying were heard for miles and soon
there would be nothing but a pile of ash and soot in its wake. Akirah
pleased- smiled over her work. ” Offend the goddess, feel the wrath of
Ra” she said as Jacques appeared behind her. He grabbed her by the waist
and spun her round to face him."Akirah, what have you done?" he asked
with a sly smirk. She smiled..."Everything my love." she whispered and
kissed him passionately in the wake of her destruction, together they
disappeared into the raging halos of fire and death……. The Old South was DEAD to the world forevermore.
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