Bloodlust

Elyze turned to face me, terror etched into her face.

"Symudiad!" My voiced through the room.

With the flick of my wrist I sent her flying towards the nearest wall. She hadn't the strength to escape my spell this time.

My foot stomped the ground as I started towards her. A wave of magical energy traveled through the ground. The stones molded themselves around her forming restraints, binding her to the wall and floor.

Touching my shoulder once more I drew a sword of magical energy.

I was now standing over her. I looked at Elyze; in her eyes I could see my own blood red pupils reflected through her own eyes. Her eyes were laced with fear.

I thrust my sword through her leg. I took a sinister joy from it. I wanted more, lots more. I cut at her body. Again and again, I cut and stabbed at her immobile body quickening my pace. I was in ecstasy. Bliss, an orgasmic state of sadism and hatred.

I enjoyed her screams more than anyone person should, but I wasn't quite mortal. In the height of my blood lust I felt something, someone. I turned.