Adventures of Jacko the Conjurer, Jamie Ott [great novels to read .txt] 📗

was of the King slashing his throat.

Hunger tore at her insides, but she ignored it.

Voices echoed around her. Some were even talking about her father. Somehow, she knew that his body was in a tomb on the other side of the city.

She took off into the air again.

This time when she landed, a man was laying a wreath on the tomb. The smell was so fragrant unlike anything she’d smelled before. Of course, Lyssa realized that it was the Prima blood heightening her senses.

The man turned and looked at her in surprise.

“Oh, I didn’t hear you come up,” he said, putting his hand on his chest.

The man said something else to her, but she couldn’t hear because the beat of his heart was so loud.

His skin gave off a scent that reminded her of a roast her father had, some years ago. Only the man smelled different, better, luscious and sweet, yet with the salt from his glands.

Suddenly, the man screamed and ran off. Something he saw while looking at her face scared him.

As he ran, his scent trailed fragrantly behind him. He was afraid, and his fear was invigorating to her.

Curiously, she followed that scent, wondering how it could be so wonderful. How could a filthy human be capable of such sweetness?

Her footsteps were fast, for although the man ran, she still managed to catch up to him as she walked slowly.

They stopped in front of a clay hut with a straw roof.

Lyssa heard his thoughts. They were at his home.

“Please,” she heard the man plead.

She leaned into him, putting one of her hands around his neck, and pulled him into her.

Lyssa ran her nose and lips up and down his neck, and even licked his face. She wanted more of the taste that fear put off from the man.

Her new instinct controlled her. She put her mouth on his neck, feeling her teeth pierce his skin.

She dragged her fangs down his neck, ripping a jagged line through his skin so the blood could run freely.

Sucking the man made every cell in her body come to life. A tingling sensation traveled up and down her back; it was almost an erotic feeling.

She heard a woman walking toward them, but Lyssa drank and drank. She couldn’t put him down until the woman screamed blood curdling.

Lyssa heard voices and thoughts around her, wondering who and why someone was screaming.

She dropped the man, ran to the woman and broke her neck.

When she fell to the ground, her head slammed onto a small rock that stuck out of the ground. The flesh of her scalp was sliced clean across. Pink flesh peeked out at her.

Lyssa bent down and tasted it. It was better than anything ever.

Although she told herself to stop, she couldn’t. She started wolfing down the woman’s scalp, hair and all.

When she’d consumed it all, she grabbed the small rock and struck it at her head, cracking the woman’s skull. She pounded it again and again, until her brain revealed itself.

Lyssa ripped out the brain, and bit deeply. She relished the sweet yet salty taste, the spongy texture on her tongue. She even swallowed down the woman’s spinal cord and nerve endings.

She was in such a feeding frenzy that she didn’t realize she was surrounded by men.

One tried to pull her off, but he might as well have been pulling a pig out of slop. There was no way he could separate her from her meal.

Someone stabbed her with a large knife.

It woke her from her frenzy. She looked down and shrieked at the sight of the blade sticking through her gut.

A pair of hands grabbed her, but she was in too much shock to resist.

Suddenly, she was being ushered somewhere, but she didn’t know where.

Next thing she knew, they were in a grass clearing. One of the men pulled the blade from her gut, and swung it at her neck, severing her head.

Although her head lay separate from her body, she could still see the sky and the stars.

She screamed even louder.

The sound of sifting dirt came to her ears; one of the men was digging a hole.

A pair of hands picked her head up and threw her in the hole. Another placed a wide wooden stake at the place where her heart was, and pounded it with a mallet, barring her to the ground. Then they covered her with dirt, as she cried.

She wasn’t buried long before she passed out.

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