Full Moon Halloween Night: The Blood Prayer
Menka curled on her toe and strutted seductively inside the room. She wore thick black mascara below her black kohl eyes and a line up of crayoned mustache and thickened blood roughened her lip in a perfectly sculptured tone. The female face was covered with black spot and green dots. A turnip was tied to her hand. She bent till Jason’s Knee and tied a potato on his wrist. “Woah! You are wearing the cloak of a scary witch. Come out of the closet honey for I wanna dip you in my tea,” he teased.
She unfolded the scarf. The hair flittered in all directions taking the form of a real witch. “Now, see what I make you dip inside out.” She pulled him tightly. He breathed profusely. “I am the hunter, you are the hunted,” she screeched. “I will kill you. Taste death. I will suck the vampire’s blood.” Smacking her mouth on the gape of his neck and clenching her teeth, she sucked the frothy reddish liquid on her tongue and lip. A chilly and icy cold sensation ran wild on his neck.
She pushed her lip harder to sip the blood from the mouth of the vampire. It felt like a bee stung on the skin. He stood paralyzed and inert for a second. “I am your shadow…the protecting devil. Blood doesn’t spare the Gods and Goddesses. I am just a witch. The pagans have blood raging all over the place and wolves only think of blood. We are having blood and not sex. We worship blood,” Menka thundered.
She was his witch. He was the vampire. They played along in their mind and imagining themselves to be a witch and vampire. He flashed a wicked smile: “You are right. We are all vampires in human form and concocted with the worse and the best of blood. I survive on it. It’s my staple, my brown bread woman.”
She slouches her naked flesh on the couch. He moved closer. Their bodies were separated by a holy flask of water and together they invoked the prayer, “Oh! Lord! Goddess! The shamans! Pagans! Devils of this world! Horrible creatures! In blood, we seek us and play. I am You! You are me! O creator of evil, of gods and demons. There is no black and white. We seek the root of oneness. Till alive, fill me with blood to satiate hunger and thirst. We are half good and half evil. We seek everything in half, the Gods, demons, and wolves. Implore protection from death. We want the power to be invincible and destroy everyone on your path reducing them to ashes. We are immortal souls. A cross is what we don’t need nor do we seek weapon.”
Menka and Jason closed their eyes and penetrated each other. She didn’t yell in pain. She breathed in intermittent lapse. The mind veered into the sub-conscious and stirred the forces of evil, the demons, witches, vampires, and wolves off their slumber. All hell broke loose for the lovers have altered nature, moved the sun, sky and shook the earth upside down to interfere with the force of evil. Both were trapped. She was under his control. He was in the clutch of evil forces. Two bodies, two souls were in conflict. They were no longer human. A jarring sensation blocked their veins and felt like a stiff mask shoved inside their throats. The skins became stiff like 1000 kg of pumpkin bundled on them. The clock spun into 1500 years ahead into a futuristic demonic world of bloodbath and calamity.
The long and jet black hair worn turned into thick and oily tresses. Blood spattered on the battered face of Jason. The white and flawless face bore cracks like the dry rough mud. He slowly lifted his hand to caress her hair tresses and ran the rough finger inside the patch of her hair. The vampire’s face faded from white into a black surface and the body temperature dipped like wild fire slowly ravaging his blood and skin. He felt dizzy and blank. A timid fight against nature’s fury and cupped his lip to Menka’s neck, sucking her blood ravenously like a hungry and homeless child. After all, it was a matter of survival in the wild world of vampire, ghosts, and witches. It felt like sucking drops of water and the mouth stuck on her cheek, lip, neck, and stomach to feed himself.
The witch growled with anger. She felt suffocated with this male mouth not sparing an inch of her flesh. Her hand lay stiff on his naked skin and over time, the green ladyfingers she wore on the toenail grew longer and turned into sharp claws. The sharp and razor edge claw pressed harder on his shoulder and a wild fire sensation struck the vampire, scratching the surface that made him spin right in front of the witch. A thunderous sensation and lighting struck like arrows on all sides of his body. He was growing into a round balloon. She clenched her teeth and spattered fire on his face. His entire body flattened and became normal. He sat still like a mud statue.
The witch hooted like an owl and bit into his ear and chest, “I have the reaper’s eye. I am made of flame and smote. Meet death. Looking into me,” the eye turned reddish and flicked with raging fire.
“I am death. I will kill you. You are the hunted now and the prey in the wild.” He almost passed out when the fingers suddenly stretched into long green thorn scratching his back violently. The blood oozing from the vampire’s emasculated body splashed on her face and she grabbed the old wine bottle, emptied the liquid on the white floor desperately filling it with his blood. The wine bottle was sealed tightly and placed in the middle of the large bed. He gulped it. “Want more wine,” she winked. The entire bottle was thrust into his mouth.
To be continued…