okay Feed back time

Update:Since I've got so much on my plate here recently, cyber and real life. It's getting harder for me to try and manage 2 Blogs, 5 different Social networks all in the name of "spreading" my Literature around. So I am considering this my spring cleaing of sorts.

Blogger.com (that's this one happens to be my favorite. yet I get the feel I do not get near as much traffic here as I do on my Myspace blog)

So I need some feed back for those subscribers, and those Lurkers. On what would be the best option for me at this moment in my life...


(New Fantasy Story Concept - Feed back as always accepted)

:::WARNING - Graphic Content, View descresion is advice, haha sorry gotta cover my own butt:::




Knives Vauldraie
By: Matthew Wayne


Explosions could be hard ringing, vibrating through the stone walls of the high tower. Standing before an open arched window stood a young beautiful woman, her long silky red hair flowed down to her mid back, yet tied down with a darker red bow. The sounds of steel on steel could be heard from down below as she watched the war wage on in the court yard. Wars and battles were nothing rare in this day and age when nobles and lords would fight for land or worse, resources and it was no surprise that when wars would ensure it would always bring out the worst of all creatures, as the lifeless corpse of a young hand maiden fell from the strange womans arms, her body falling hard to floor, her frozen eyes spoke of the last horror she saw as two puncture wounds poured the last drops of blood from her body.

The large wooden door swung open as a man slowly walked, his long black hair flowing freely as he walked dragging in a little girl bound and gagged. As he slid her across the floor behind the strange woman, he smiled at the sight of the dead hand maiden, he was of average size and build yet it was both their attires that seemed to be out of place for a place such as this, each wore black satin or silk garments, his happened to be a suit while hers hinted more towards a low cut, skin tight dress, a slit going up the side of her thigh made it easy for her to move about, long laced up boots barley touched her knees as she slowly turned around, kneeling down before the little child. Running a long red fingernail against her cheek, which was quickly followed by a trail of fresh blood

The man smiled as he looked down at his handy work, the woman's soft voice broke through the quite cries of the little girl. “You always find me the nicest toy's my dear Vincent” A smile escaped his mouth, bearing his razor sharp fangs as he replied “Anything for my love, my Queen. Lilith”. Yet before he could finish saying her name she dove in, fast and quick savoring every drop of that innocent blood. It was not long before she stood back to her feet, gently taking her arm wiping the few drops from her rosy red lips, that stood out against her fair pale flawless skin.

Turning around she once again walked towards the window, again looking down at the chaos below her, her clan as devious as they were played for both sides, a game Lilith had thought them, better for the hunt, the thrill and excitement. Yet as she watched she spotted one character she had not accounted for, Moments ago she counted it as luck as the man below in the court yard severed the head of one of her children, but now as she watched surrounded by two of her best hunters, was not only holding them at bay, but landing some serious blows. Lilith smirked knowing his fate had been sealed, as she Turned back towards Vincent who was busy admiring the art on the walls of the Lord's chamber.


“Find me another young one” She spoke gently, but stern enough to catch the attention of Vincent as he turned to look, nodding his head in agreement, he was suddenly taken back by the odd expression that quickly formed over Lilith's face, a face he had never seen before, yet before he could speak she had turned her head back towards the window and looked on with confusion as what her senses had told her was true, The stranger had managed to kill the two hunters he was fighting against, and was now engaging another one of her minions.


“Forget that, instead bring me that man down there” she pointed and in a split second Vincent was to her side looking down towards the stranger she was making out. He nodded his hand then slowly turned and walked towards the wooden down, before speaking “Are you sure you do not want both?”

Even the loss of her two best hunters Lilith could not help but smile at the kindness her pet was showing her, and she spoke in a soft voice “Yes, bring me both”

With that Vincent slowly disappeared out the large wooden door, to fetch the strangers and another child for his Mistress..



Chapter Two


The sound of his metal leggings could be heard slamming to the floor as two large brutes stood to each side of the stranger. What he could not see due to a large grain sack covering his face his other sense of smell could pick up, the room was full it. The slightest hint of metallic taste lingered in the air. As the stranger felt a hand on the back of his head pulling the sack from it he heard the voice of an angelic woman.

“Tell me 'Slayer', how was it that you knew I would be here?” As the man's vision slowly came back into focus he slowly looked about, what he saw almost caused his stomach to turn, the large bedroom chamber was filled with dead bodies, mostly that of young women and men, his ears caught the sound of a mumbled cry as his head slowly turned to his right to see another little child gagged and hog tied laying on the bed next to another corpse. Yet this corpse was no common man, he was once the lord of the manner, now dead and resting. His crown still upon his head.

“The Mistress asked you a question!” an irate Vincent who was standing behind the two large brutes marched forward his hand reared back ready to make contact against the stranger's face, but before he could even swing his arm, Lilith's soothing voice broke the air

“Stop” and in that one command froze Vincent's advancement, he stood there his head slowly turning towards the beautiful vixen.

“I was wrong.” She slowly went on to say as she turned towards the window one more, a smile forming over her face as she relished in the chaos down below. “He is not a Slayer, just a human.” Vincent turned his head, his black eyes piercing into the light green pupils of the strangers. Who was simply looking up at him, what sent Vincent through a loop however was his total lack of fear, this 'human' in which he despises was showing any lack of fear, as if he was ready to die.

Vincent slowly turned his head back towards Lilith who was now facing the group, the smile was gone but the gentle sparkle in her eye still remained. “Leave us my dear Vincent, I wish to sit with this human and speak of softer issues”

Vincent's right upper lip slowly curled up showing a hint of anger before straightening himself out, standing once more, he turned his head towards Lilith and bow his head showing signs of respect before choking out the words “yes my Mistress” Snapping his body towards the door and briskly walked out the wooden doors.

Lilith gracefully walked towards the stranger who was kneeling in front of her, his hands bound behind him the ropes so tight, causing them to dig into his skin. His light green eyes stared up into those of Lilith's crimson red pupils. “Don't mind him, he hates humans with a passion greater than my own”. She mused. Stopping a few feet short of him she slowly reached down picking him up by the collar of his thick leather vest, picking him to his feet. “You, who are seconds from death. Show know fear?” Before he could respond she turned and threw him to the bed landing beside the little girl who was crying and trying to scream.

Lilith slowly mounted the stranger, crawling up past his legs until she sat upon her lap. He was pinned. She could feel him trying to fight but with his hand bound behind him, he lacked any real leverage to throw her from his body. His helpless struggles only caused a slight amusement from the creature. Then finally the man spoke, his voice harsh and ragged from the many long hours of screaming from the war zone below them. “Just kill me and the girl already, Why make her suffer!” The anger showing through to his words. Lilith chuckled as she slowly leaned in, her tight leather bodice pressing against his leather vest as she whispered into his ears “oh my love, it's not her who is going to suffer” His eyes suddenly moved honed in towards Lilith's eyes who now was grinning, her sharp fangs baring all her vileness, as she wasted no timing leaning in for the bite.

His scream could be heard from down the hall even through the chaos of the bloodshed, His eyes were widened. As he felt his entire body slowly begin to tingle, his breathing becoming more shallow. Fainted images slowly passed through his line of sight, the longer she fed the hard it was becoming to catch air, the more light headed he became. Then she stopped, as quickly as those sensations fell upon him, the blood quickly rushed back towards his head. Before he could even come to his senses he felt warm drops of liquid touch his lips, it wasn't long before he made out the bitter taste of the metallic substance, slowly his eyes focus up and saw Lilith smiling down below him, holding out her arm, her wrist was cut as he watch drop after drop flow from her wrist, straight into his mouth. He wanted to resist at first but as each drop mixed with his own natural saliva, the taste changed. No longer bitter, but almost sweet. It had reminded him of when he was but a boy and would run off into the garden, picking a fresh strawberry. He could not take it any longer as he quickly sat up, and without resistance from Lilith she allowed his eagerly awaiting lips to meet her wrist, as he bit down, sucking, savoring every drop, the more he tasted the sweeter it became, a true nectar for the taste buds.


Chapter Three


The dreams were more like flashes, images of his past. The physical pain manifested itself into mental distress within his mind as Vauldraie would relive most of memories, the good and the bad. A son to a nobleman he was privileged, yet this did not stop him from his responsibilities. He knew he lived in troubling times, greed was abundant in these lands, Kings taxes drove noblemen to fight for more land, or resources. So Vauldraie would spend a lot of his time training his soldier's how to defend themselves, few would dare to actually attack his father's village. For their generous reputation gained them many allies. Yet like any empire of greed, their village sat upon a gold mine, rich with minerals and gems. Making them an easy target to many power hungry nations. Suddenly those images turned violent, horrifying. Dead bodies laying everywhere, men, women, and children. Bloody mangled and shredded. Vauldraie rose from the bed in a violent scream, his head tilted back as every dead body within miles of his presence plagued his mind in an instant. All at once they crept into his head filling them with the horrors of their death. As quickly as they came, they had vanished. Replaced by a sudden hunger, a craving. His mind kept recoiling at the thought of the taste of strawberries. Catching himself licking his lips at just the thought of that. Then his mind wandered to his body, he felt stronger, aches and pain that he would normally feel through his muscles were no longer there, surly the cut on his arm he had received in the battle earlier would be stinging him, yet when he went to check his arm there was no scratch, no blood not even so much as a hint of damage.

That is when it had hit him, the images of the woman they called Lilith straddling his waist pinning him to the bed, biting into his neck. His hand quickly went to his neck the spot where she had punctured his skin, but to his surprise there was not marks, not wounds. His tongue rang along the curves of his teeth, yet they were normal. His canine teeth were not protruding like hers or the others.

Looking around the room he had realized he was alone, slowly he crawled from the large bed, his body weak. As if drained of energy, he slowly staggered towards the window. Looking down he could see the battle slowly coming to an end, he was relieved to see it was his men, that were pushing back that onslaught of invaders. Gently using the stone archway as a crutch he slowly turned around only in time to hear a voice from behind the closed wooden doors, he remembered her voice all to well.

“I want you two to watch this door. My love shall need a few hours to rest, I will return when I help clear this village of its vermin.” With that he heard the sound of her boots walking down the hall until he could no longer make out the clicking sound.

Vauldraie, still weak and light headed could barley stand as his legs slowly gave way causing him to slide down the stone wall, his head slowly and heavily looked about the room once more, but stopped when they spotted the little girl still bound and gaged in the corner of the room passed out on a wide spread chair. He could hear her faint heart beating even across the room, even through the thick of war blaring below him out the window. His eyes focusing in on her skin, a protruding vain running down her little neck. Vauldraie shook his head violently, trying to distract his thoughts, but every time his mind would slowly wander back to that taste of strawberries, the smooth warm liquid, His tongue brushed against the now razor sharp canine within his mouth. His mind reared in the millions of thoughts coursing through his head, “What kind of monster had they turned him into?” Yet even now looking at the helpless girl laying in the chair he felt no remorse for her, He knew the thoughts were wrong, He even knew who the girl was, her mother was one of their cooks, and yet the taste in his mouth craved her blood, slowly he crawled over to the girl, just inches from her sleeping body.

Reaching out he stopped only long enough to observe his hand, a fair light pale complexion, yet it was his nails that had thrown him off, sharp yet strong. Slowly placing his hand on the shoulder of the little girl he gently rolled her over. Her ordeal had stressed her to the point of passing out as she laid there peacefully, softly breathing.

Vincent looked down at the little girl as his mind went crazy, with lust, desire, and most of all hate. “What have I done to deserve to be damned? Cursed from heaven, rejected from hell. What sins I must now bare”. His razor sharp teeth sank deep into the soft skin of the little girl before he even realized what he had done. So gentle he had not even woke the girl, who simply will pass within her slumber.