SATANAILS - Chapter 5 - blood-maps & witchpires

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Sata Lina has been a good clerk for years. Soon after a love delusion generated by her ex Julio, who had dumped her, she turned into her real self. She started by killing two people: her greedy boss Rachel and Rachel’s henchman. She eventually decided to leave her town for hunting.

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While driving in the nigh time, after a slaughter and an early wild breakfast, once again Sata realized she needed to rest after eating.

She had always been a good athletic girl, a precise healthy eater and she had always been able to sleep properly. New Sata was going to be different.

Since that first drop of blood that coincided with the very first time she ate human flesh, she realized her life was going to be wilder and easier than ever imagined. Nonetheless, she was aware she had to take care of her precious body, and something had already told her that her new way of feeding could be fatigue-generating.

She thought her body was not still ready to manage that kind of new food. Maybe she needed more time to digest bad quality human blood and meat. Even if she didn’t know how to do it yet, she decided she was going to eat better in the future, as the two bodies she had eaten were tasty, but not good enough.

While driving she felt free to run, free to go nowhere, elsewhere and everywhere, she felt free to shout and roar, to scratch the air and howl at the moon and sing. Music sometimes drives you directly to the past till the moment you first heard it, it can also bring your imagination back to when you felt the most intense emotion whilst listening to it.

That was the case Sata was living, as her car stereo was playing an old song: “Alison hell”. Then, she had another epiphany.

She had a sudden flashback vision of her childhood neighbour Lina listening to the same song while sitting at her wooden table and eating a piece of meat which had a specific smell. That smell was now making its way through her brain. It was something similar to the strong taste of Rachel’s body. She then realized her neighbour, her childhood friend, the woman who had been acting as a new mother since the death of her parents in a fire, that strong woman called Lina, was a cannibal witch, just like her now.

Then she figured out what was really going to happen: she would live the rest of her perhaps immortal life by searching for the worst examples of human being, the scum of society, and kill them by devouring their flesh and drinking their blood. Maybe that was the key, searching and picking the worst people. The worst was the individual killed, the better the flesh to eat.

  

Even if she was feeling strong and healthy, she also got aware that her healthy body and her powers could be stronger not only with the right meal but also with adequate sleeping.

So, since she was still driving in the countryside, and she needed a closed space to rest, the lack of any kind of hotel or similar nearby made her think she could play a new role: pretend a car malfunction and ask for help by knocking at a random door in one of the scarce villas in the neighbourhood.

After many turns that were bringing her in areas with ponds, no villas, no life beings, dark trees and abandoned roads, she felt lucky and surprised five minutes later as she encountered an old motel that seemed kind of abandoned, even if its falling signboard, with a neon light on, said: “Frog Motel: Vacancies”.

It was a decadent three floor building of the 19^th century, anachronistically wide and full of small windows. Sata thought that it seemed like a castle, something too hidden to be a real motel, it was made of wood once painted in white, now looking kinda greyish. She found herself thinking of how many rooms could a place like that have, maybe hundreds.

Sata then entered the motel parking, which consisted in a small area with a perimeter made of chains and a pebbly ground with thousands of small white levigated rocks that acted like a sort of alarm according to the big noise they made under her car wheels. After she had parked the car Sata walked straight to the reception. 

As she was approaching the door, by grabbing the door handle, she took a quick look at her own hand, realizing her claws were covered with dry blood stains. First thought was once again surprising for her: even though she wasn’t hungry, she suddenly had the eager for blood and felt a strong desire to lick her talons one by one. Soon after she sensed someone could have watched her. Her witchy sixth sense was right, someone was coming from a path behind her back. She quickly turned her head to find out who this person was and at the same time she instinctively hid her claws behind her back.

- Good morning madam, how can I help you?

A creepy bearded rube approached her while smoking a cig and acted as if he wanted to shake her hand. She thought it was better not to show her claws because they were the murder weapon of a recent killing act committed in the wood nearby. She thought she was going to have to use gloves in situations like that.

At a closer look to his face she was astonished by a vision. Sata was quite tired and overwhelmed because of all the incredible happenings she had been experiencing in her recent life. In the darkest night, with only artificial poor lighting, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing: it seemed like that man’s face was like a web of blood vessels. She was experiencing in 3D a man’s blood circulation path, a new kind of vision that probably would allow her to see a person’s blood quality before any slaughtering. The vision was so intense she hardly succeeded in keeping her self-control and not attacking the man’s throat directly with her claws and fangs.

She soon after realized what helped her to skip that meal: she was tired and with a full stomach. Nonetheless, she felt so strongly attracted by that vision that she had to find an expedient to keep calm. She realized vision was less intense in correspondence of the presence of hair and beard over the skin, and, as she hated beard and she had always been disgusted by it, she concentrated in that ugly detail to control blood craving.

She hated beard just because it was a Julio’s typical feature, her ex-boyfriend had always been proud of his beard. Now it looked like she was going to hate all bearded men.

On the other hand, she felt every second more attracted by blood, and it was happening in a way related more with vampires than with witches.

So, she tried to answer calmly to that man’s question: “Hmmmm..m..mm…well, I’m looking for a room” Sata said without even realizing she was licking her own lips.

The bearded man didn’t look surprised by Sata’s behaviour. He looked more like he was going to have another trouble with a stranger villain coming from nowhere and going nowhere who had stopped there just to flee from the law.

Then the man replied:

“I’ve got a room for you. Two rules, the first is you have to pay in advance, and… as room charge starts from 11 am and yours is  an early check-in, I’ve to charge you more… ”

Sata started to look nervous.

“Tell me, how much?!? I’ve been working all night long and I need to sleep. No problem for the payment. Which was your second rule?

“Oh, working all night long, I understand…”  said the man with a grin, “the second rule goes right for people like you, and it says that you can’t host anybody in your room. Did I make myself clear?”

“Ok, c’mon, I will be alone”.

That was the first time she felt treated like a whore, and even if she thought a t first that it was not a good feeling, she hen thought it could have been a great deal to act as a bitch, to seduce strangers and eventually eat them. A new plan was acquiring shape inside her brain. That was with any doubt a desolated area, a man could’ve been killed there and no one would ever find it out. Maybe she could be the killer.

As the man took his way into the office, she thought she had the right time to hide her claws.

“I forgot my bag, I’m coming back”.

While he was doing his stuff in the office she went quickly to her car, took her gloves out and wore them.

“Here I am, where’s my room?”

“Well, madam, first of all you’ve to give me 50 dollars…”

“Here they are” she said as she threw the money onto the counter.

“Then I must warn you that I’m kind and gentle with you customers, I respect your privacy as I don’t ask you to give me your name or identity, but I’ve to ask you to do the same. Please don’t tell anyone this motel is here. Don’t tell nobody of this building, not even using the phone, neither while you’re here nor in the future”.

“ok, I won’t, I promise… but let me go to my room, I need to sleep”.

“This is the key, room is number 666”.

She felt like in a funny dream where that man was a movie character. There was no doubt that her life had recently begun to look like a strange dream, a movie or a novel.

One minute before, her room number had been about to make her laugh, but once inside the room she realized it wasn’t no joke at all. The room was filled with paintings featuring satanic symbols and magic icons.  She felt like home and in a foreign place at the same time.

It was a new place for her, that man was creepy, the situation reminded her of the movie “Psycho” and she loved that atmosphere.  

A sense of uncertainty derived from that place, that building and the motel owner. Why he had asked her not to tell anyone about the motel? Wasn’t a business supposed to be based on advertising, instead? What was he planning? And why a motel would be situated in a remote place in the middle of nowhere?

All of these thoughts were twisting in her head while having a shower. As the warm water was gently sliding down her curvy body, she noticed a few red drops coming from the bloodstains on her claws. The view a of reddish liquid soon brought her back to a state of wild trance, just like minutes before, when she had experienced that sort of blood-map-view. This time she was all alone in her room, and that was the right time to put it all out. It was not just about blood, it was a sort of craving for flesh and sex, an internal urge she could not thoroughly understand yet.  

She found herself thinking about the motel owner in a hunter-prey mode. She didn’t trust him and she was kind of scared. It wasn’t a fear to be hurt, as she knew she wouldn’t be scared by anyone from that moment on, it was rather an instinctive feeling, like a fear to lose him, to lose her prey and maybe to lose her powers too.

Sata was about to realize that once she would see a bloo-map of a living being, that body would have to turn into her next meal.

She was slowly taking her shower while thinking about that ugly and creepy man. The attraction she felt towards that guy was something new, it was a thorough desire for a living being. Desire of sex, blood and flesh. She wanted him inside her, not in a conventional way, but in a feral and wild way, like a sort of union, in which one plus one is still one. Those thoughts brought her in a trance in which she couldn’t help but sliding her longest claw over her wet clit. Her black pointed left ring fingernail was so sharp it only took a few slides before her overgrown clit started to drip some drops of real blood.

Her eyes got three times wider when she noticed her own blood. Not a single drop of her precious blood could be lost and she started to lick it eagerly from her claw. Then she had a wild, sudden orgasm, this time without even putting a single claw it into her pussy.

After that she finally lay in bed. In time of seconds she was already dreaming. She would soon become aware that it was not going to be a dream at all, it was rather going to be a clarifying nightmare.

In that nightmare she lived the same scenes of the famous death of Janet Leigh character in “Psycho”, that is having a shower in a motel room with the motel owner coming into the room, making no sound, and with her eventually getting stabbed many times to death.

She woke up a couple of hours later feeling good and rested, though she was nervous, kinda enraged. To calm down and organize her thoughts, she started to take care of her body.

First of all she started filing her claws, they were her favourite weapon and she wanted them to be sharp and always ready to be used. She decided to change their colour from black into red, that was not beauty-wise intended. She just began to plan a colour change for each person killed to avoid possible bloodstains or clues; moreover, polish was needed not to stain her real nails, whose natural clear brilliance she had always been proud of.

While polishing her claws she felt proud and satisfied. Sata had always been a long nail girl, but now she had finally become a long-clawed witch, that was slightly different. Once, she used her nails to seduce only, now she was going to use them to seduce and kill.

When her glance encountered her toenails, she noticed how amazingly long they were getting.

She never had thought of growing her toenails before, but now, considering how strong and long they could easily get, she thought:

-hmmm, maybe those could be a good weapon too. They’re growing wild, sooner or later my feet won’t get into my shoes. I’ll probably have to cut them. I mean my shoes, ahhahaha.

She really laughed hard while staring at her feet. So, she decided to give her long toenails a chance and began to polish them in red.

After she had finished to polish all of her twenty long nails, she sat still a couple of moments to feel the power inside of her, to think about her fangs, which were growing more and more every hour in the whitest colour possible.

Then she took a look at the big mirror and almost had a heartache.

She was almost vanishing, her body seemed like smoke. Then she sat and touched her body several times, eventually realizing she wasn’t disappearing at all. It was only her reflected image on the mirror that was disappearing. Just like a vampire.

She suddenly found herself thinking of Lina, and how she would have wanted her aside. Unfortunately, Lina was reachable only for a couple of days per year, her last domicile was unknown, her life was more secret than a secret agent’s one.

-The book! She suddenly thought.

That book was going to hold all the suggestions Lina could not give. So, she took it, she sat comfortably and searched for something dealing with mirrors, vampires and stuff like that. It wasn’t easy, but she eventually found many interesting things.

First of all, that book wasn’t about witches only but it also dealt with all kinds of superpowers, diseases, genetic mutations, magic spells, ghouls and many other topics. All arguments were those which classic mainstream science wouldn’t talk about, and they were treated with an accurate detailed and scientific approach.

Sata’s most important discovery was finding out the actual witch-type (called w-type) she belonged to. Among many, the book described one specific w-type as new, rare, modified, mutant and very dangerous, perhaps generated by recent atomic and nuclear waste era. It was called W-type V-mutant-2.

In other words, according to this witch-type, as soon as a witch had tasted human flesh and blood, she would become obliged to nourish herself only by using that specific way. Moreover, once a witch had got in touch with an extremely negative human being, which means, if the interaction between her photoreceptors and the so-called blood-map of the bad person occurred, the mapped individual would soon have to become a prey. Once activated, the photoreceptors would send various signals to the brain, among these, one pathway decreased the refraction power of witch’s body, condemning her to become mirror transparent unless she had devoured that specific prey in the next 24 hours. Getting reflection transparent would activate another pathway which induced a form of lethargic period of apparent death that could last one year or a century.

Losing her mirror image was not a danger for her, even if she loved to watch her own reflection. The problem with reflecting-transparency was only related to conventional human people who could have the chance to find out in advance who she really was.

Those kind of witches only belonged to the female sex and were called witchpyres or witchpires. No man has ever encountered one, only books had the chance to describe them because legend says that someone in the past wrote something about them and then passed away before putting a signature on.

So, in a few words Sata was a witchpire who had the chance to possibly live forever by drinking blood and eating flesh of bad people she would find along her way.

As a witchpire she was not immortal, but only murder could kill her; it could be a knife, a gun or even a punch, as long as it came from a human hand. Luckily, she was strong and smart enough to overcome maybe every single man on earth, except for witchpires like her.

So, the thing to do was to eat the motel owner, but first of all she had to find out whether he was armed or not and also if he lived alone… The answer arrived soon, as someone knocked at her door.

- Yes, who is it?

- It’s me madam, I saw that the light was on and I thought you could want to eat something”, the motel owner said.

“Yesss” , she said trying to contain her excitement and her urge.

As she opened the door she was stunned by viewing that man with a gun in his hand.

“What happened, sir?!? What are you doing?”, pretending to be more scared than she really was.

“Oh nothing madam, just a gun, I need it because every now and then there’s a bunch of thieves that come here to steal my money”

“Do you always serve breakfast like this? What did the other guests tell you this morning?”

“Oh madam, …hmm” while noticing her feet, “it happens that you’re the only guest for today”

Sata was happy to hear that and, realizing that man was like mesmerized by her feet and legs, she let him take a closer look and invited him to get in and shut the door.

“What do you think about eating together, is there anybody else waiting you in the building?” Sata said gently.

“oh wow madam, no….hmhmh. I live alone here.”

Sata didn’t understand why, but she felt obliged to have sex with that man. So, with any further words, she started undressing herself in a hypnotic way, pointing her glance at him and caressing her body with her claws. That man was boiling and astonished at the same time. Once Sata got naked the man couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Was she the same woman he had seen few hours before?

Big perfect rounded boobs with giant erect nipples, warm white body, a tall amazon, with a big ass, long legs and dark hair that was almost touching the ground.

He had no time to watch more of her as she jumped onto him and pushed him towards the bed.

Suddenly she was on top, his erection was explosive, something he had never witnessed before. That was because of a pheromone witchpires produced in those situations.

While riding on top like a wild amazon, he came after few seconds, that thing turned Sata hungrier and crazier for blood. This time she wanted to be patient and decided to have a slow orgasm while on top of him. He was done while she was in her ascending climax, touching herself with her claws, on top of him, with her long legs stretched, her feet reached his face, he started to lick her soles.

Sata’s red claws were going in and out of her pussy, one after another. She was moaning and going up and down, up and down, he couldn’t move, he could only lick her toes.

She was squirting a lot, then he began to felt uncomfortable, she opened her eyes and noticed many scratches in his body. Her toenails had scratched his face and his lips were dripping blood, his belly was full of cuts made by her claws while she was masturbating.

She couldn’t resist more the sight of blood as her hunger was mounting up. Besides, in order not to become mirror-transparent and to avoid lethargy she had to eat that prey.

So, with her right hand steadily pressed on his mouth Sata used her left one to rip his neck and throat with her claws. She gently put the long claw of her left ring finger on his neck in the right position to reach the man’s internal jugular and used it like a lancet to cut his neck open. She didn’t even know where that vein was, but it was dramatically clear that she had learnt it instinctively and quickly.

Blood flew like water in a fountain, while her right hand continued to press his mouth and head down on the pillow, she dove with her head and fangs into that open jugular.

He died in a couple of seconds unable to make any move because her strength was overwhelming.

Sta drank directly from the jugular and another bloodbath was done.

Then, while keeping on riding him on top, she sunk all of her five claws of the right hand in his chest, tearing his heart out. That was her second meal.

FInally she bit that poor body all over with her fangs, scratching pieces of flesh and eventually leaving less than a couple of pounds of skin and bones, and his beard obviously. The beard she hated so much. The same beard she ignored while under the effect of hormones and blood craving.

By licking her own fangs, and her claws one by one, she put an end to that tasty meal.

End of chapter five.


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