I Bite…
She could not speak. Warm blood pulsated in my mouth. Cascading over my rigid tongue, to soothe my burning throat. “Heavenly,” I thought. As I ripped through her porcelain skin. Tearing through the springy flesh that tried so desperately to keep. I slit the throat with razor, sharp teeth. Staining them with her crimson flow. I could tell by the way her heart was beating , that she knew she was going to die… And with a stomach-clenching crack, I bite… By Bloody I.V.
Bad Blood: Under the Harvest Moon
I was a happy hippie. Sitting on the edge of the world, with nothing to hold me back. Drowning away my sorrows in the smoke of liberty. Dancing to the beat of my own drums, while singing with the winds. Until I was bitten one glorious night; on the edge of reason now. A fire stormed through my veins, burning my entire body,-the venom spreading like wildfire, consuming my mind. I knew I was dead now, like very third degree burnt victim. The only reasonable thing left to do was to wait… After the fire died. After the flames that kissed the air dance their last across my form. After the piercing screams died. After my very being was racked of its life. After I drew my last human breath. After my eyes were closed and I bled out where the savage beast tore through my flesh. Let the pain of a thousand souls devour me. Then I will learn the true meaning of submission. I watched with wet eyes, in the mirror as my figure broke at the spine – schooling itself to yield once again as every bone splintered and cracked to life under the delicate skin. Muscles twitched, flexed and reshaped. The screams followed suit and my frame was flooded in sweat. I concentrated on myself in that floor length, studio mirror as I took on unnatural shapes, determined to control the beast breaking free. I was deeply fascinated by how the bones broke to rearrange themselves under the skin and how they never seem to cut right through the tissue as they should. I was adamant to have that kind of intricate power. But first I will let out my final howl of tortured pain as a tribute of my docility, to the breath I once took as a fragile human and to welcome the new spirit I will appreciate at this moment..a Lycan. Here lies the beast with glowing eyes and its thirst for blood will be the beginning of mankind’s suffering. Lycanthropy: Le Loupgarou By: Bloody I.V.
A letter to the BDSM Practitioners Club
Dear Sir/ Madam, I would like you to cordially extend your invitation to myself and my friend Angel Lee to attend your monthly BDSM Practitioners Club. It has always been an interest of mine to experience this kind of lifestyle. Not as a fetish but as a complete way of life. I’ve heard that the atmosphere is very warm and welcoming, which is wonderful to know. However, since I’m neither a Dom/ Domme nor a Submissive, I would not like anyone to approach me and feel the need to touch me in an inappropriate manner as they see fit, because what they would have unleashed upon themselves would be a world of severe pain and torment. Firstly, I will chop up a motherfucker into perfectly bite-sized pieces and feed him or her to their fucking dogs as a sweet treat. What you must know is that I am not one to be touched so easily, it is something that has to be earned or willingly given in certain circumstances. I possess qualities that I am uncertain of and just becoming acquainted with, but I would very much like to explore these qualities in your vicinity, so that I may understand myself more and see what others make of them. Additionally, I think I may need bit of a fix, where ‘getting me off’ is concerned, because I come across as voracious. Noone seems to can aid me in this circumstance thus far. However, I strongly believe that if I had met someone of this particular nature that I am willing and very eager to explore, that they can provide me with this ‘proper fixing’ that I am in desperate need of… Undoubtably, I must say that I am satisfied with my solitary life so far, but there is an emptiness so to speak. This ’empty inside’ is obviously from the fact that I haven’t been introduced to anyone that feeds my …exotic tastes which I have developed, but long since sensed that was in me from a tender, tender age. I’ve also discovered the most daunting fact that most of my attributes mimic that of a masochistic personality, with a tinge of sadistic behavioural patterns. Seeing that difficult yet relieving fact being said I am looking forward to developing a relationship with someone of this kinky/ BDSM lifestyle. Preferably, someone that will have the upper hand in the situation, because I am a tad bit of a handful. In other words, I am ready to be moulding into the BDSM lifestyle, by the experience your club will offer and I will never be a bore. This isn’t too much to ask but a very generous gratitude is in order when I, along with my friend Angel Lee set foot through your doors, as I see fit. Satisfied and empty inside. Yours to have, (respectively) Bloody Insatiable & Voracious a.k.a. Bloody I.V.
The Immortal’s Curse
Centuries later each of us is broken. Anger and paranoia course through my veins. My fear of abandonment has left me to dedicated myself to everyone BUT myself. We are the strongest creatures in the world and yet we are utterly damaged beyond repair. We live without hope, but we will never die. We are the definition of cursed. Always and Forever – By Bloody I.V. (speech by Rebekah Mikaelson; The Originals. Revised by Kristen Mullings)