The End To A New Beginning. (Continuation...)

Part 1 and part 2

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The woman grabbed her face by the cheeks, forcing her mouth open, pouring the liquid down her throat. Her actions were so quick she had no time to react other than just swallow before she drowned. The taste was horrifying, she wanted to puke. She was gagging away, falling to the floor hand on her stomach. Then it passed, the blood giving her strength now flowing through her veins.

'I had to do it. You would have refused like everyone else and put up a fight, being stubborn for days. I am tired of the fight. Now get out. I don't want you here.'

She ran out, not knowing where to go, she just ran towards home. As she was stepping out, the man stood there, blocking her path. Rage filled her muscles, yet the sight of him almost made her knees buckle. She wanted him but hated him. He got closer to her, his musky smell making her quiver. He pressed up against her once more, oh how she wanted to wrap her legs around him, offering her neck again as trade. She pushed her body against his, welcoming, obeying. His corner smile was sensual and greedy. Wanting nothing more than to play with her.
She tossed her head to the side, showing new skin waiting to be torn. He was drawn in to the smell of her. He couldn't resist. She ran her hands against his chest, one hand sliding down below his belt. He pulled away from her, growling a low tone. She leaned in licking his neck. He let her. He grabbed her hair, pushing her head in, telling her to bite, to drink from him. Her fangs pulled out, pierced his skin, drank his black blood. His moan was nothing but pleasure. His head tilted back. His strength pouring into her.

Then a flash of silver light whipped before his eyes, blinding him for just a moment. In that moment she stabbed him in the middle of his back, pulling the blade up, slicing his skin and meat to the shoulder. He laughed maniacally, his eyes turned red. His arm pushed her back, her feet lifting off the ground, landing 5 feet away.

Her new instincts took over. She got up ran to him at the speed of light. Jumped on his back, stabbing him in the neck hundreds of times, while she bit him with incisor like teeth on the other side. Drinking more of his blood, ripping out his flesh. The man fell to his knees. He laughed more, grabber her head and flung her over making her back slam hard on the ground. His strength was drained quickly, now filling her muscles and veins.
She rolled over, now in a position to hunt. Summoning all the strength she now possessed she went to him again, jumped on his shoulders like lioness at his neck. Biting him, ripping out more chunks of flesh, tearing at the ligaments and tendons. Black blood spurting out in waves. With both feet on his shoulders she grabbed under his chin with one hand and his hair with the and with full force, pulled with all her might, ripping his head off.

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His body falls to the ground. The satisfaction she felt when she heard his body hit, just like hers not so long ago, came with triumph and glory.

Standing tall, head in hand, she was feeling new strengths. The look of his blood covering her skin made her happy. She even thought of licking some of it off her arms. She did not want to be that person. The person to crave power like her predecessor.

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She walked back into town. Nervous and slightly frightened of the reactions these people would have once seeing what she held. Stopping at the center of town, her gaze still distant, grasping the violent actions upon what she has done.

Others have starting coming out of their hiding spots. Even those of the starving race. Slowly walking towards her, staring at the head in her hands. The jaw hung low, the eyes fixed high in a horrified frame. Blood still dripping from the neck left a trail behind.

7 people stood there. Their gazes stopped fixating the head and looked at her. Her clothes soaked in his filthy bloody stench. The musky smell is no more. Stained with dirt and rusty red blood everywhere, her skirt dripping just as much as the head was. The sight of her mouth and nose painted with his blood, spatters of his life on her cheeks, eyes and forehead like a paintbrush whipping in the air to spray her face. Her hair drenched.

This was the new queen. Their new queen. They went to grovel her but she refused backing away.

'Well I guess you sort of found a way to terminate our sufferings in one way. Our denouement is what awaits next.'

'Thank you.' She blurted out as her new friend turned away going back to her home.

The woman turned around with hurt in her eyes and anger.

'Thank you? We have nothing left! You have done nothing for us but kill the man that lead us to insanity. We are still starving!' She roared at her words, her long fangs scratching at her tongue cutting it. Blood drew to the corner of her mouth.

'I can help! Come with me, we will find people. This is not the only village. You are free to roam, no longer needing to stay. We can keep the starved ones here, come back with healthy food.' She continued to plead. She no longer wanted to be alone. She wanted the responsibility to care for these people. Deep down she wanted to grow more. Feeling his power in her veins, she had plans to grow this new found family. Give strength to the others and be unleashed to the world, the people their prey. The thought of being feared of was like a drug, the blood her addiction.

'Let's unleash the starved, demons prowling on the day walkers in the night. We be their nightmares.'

Together the girls walked out of the town, the others following in the distance, taking the path that lead back to her home.

'Oh, here is your knife back'