Satanails Chapter 6 - Settling down at Fog Motel

In the last chapter Sata was in her motel room, where she had enjoyed another human meal. Under her deadly fangs and claws, it had been motel owner’s turn to die.

Having had a nice meal, Sata lay down on the bed, despite being fully covered with blood. No one was expected to come and notice it, as her last prey was the only person around within several miles.  

While lying in bed she felt richer than ever before, since she was holding more powers and self-esteem than the majority of the world population all together. These thoughts activated her brain, which seemed like ten times more energetic than just a week before.  Sata sensed that her new life could be propaedeutic to something crucial for the whole humanity, this could mean her powers had turned her head, but, she strived to keep on living with her feet on the ground, even though she felt like an ancient goddess.

No sleep on the horizon. Plans only. Sata’s former objective consisted in hunting her ex-boyfriend Julio to make him pay. That was a bad plan though, for it had come from irrational feelings, which she was learning to control and replace with more convenient and lucid mental schemes.

Having got rid of the only human being within a radius of dozens of miles, Sata took the decision to unwind and catch the chance to get a free castle, or whatever it was that motel she was at.

After a short rest, she though useful hiding her red car, thus she dashed to the parking lot. When on board she realized she was barefooted. That simple thing made her feel even freer. She looked down at her feet while pushing the pedals. Her long, red toenails were flashing over the shadows, and their colour was amazingly matching the car.  

Hidden under a dusty old tarp, into a backyard garage, her car wasn’t going to be a problem anymore. She was free then to investigate about that place and the man whose molecules were circulating inside her. Still barefooted, Sata entered the main facility directly from the garage, which was linked to a basement. As basements always hide the best, she began searching for clues by starting right from there.

Once entered a short passage, Sata quickly grasped what it was all about.  A large amount of human bones was visible all over the place, many rats were twisting around, looking like they have been waiting for food ever since. She was surprised by that unexpected finding. She had been thinking of the owner of the motel as a creepy villain of some sort, but she wouldn’t have expected him to be that creepy. What she saw reinforced her desire for blood. Anyway, the basement hosted nothing else than bones and rats.

While thinking about the next step, and planning to go upstairs, Sata noticed that one of the biggest rats was climbing her leg. With the calmest of the moves Sata clenched her red claws on the tender body of the rat, and squeezed. All of her sharp claws dug into the body passing it from one side to the other, and turning that daring mammal into nothing more than a dead sponge. Her hand was wet again, sparkling in fresh blood, which she couldn’t help but taste. That was the first time, since she had eaten human flesh, that she was tasting animal blood. Surprisingly, she found out it was a good alternative to cannibalism, and considered rats as a snack.

Right after the first devoured rat, Sata couldn’t stop herself from gobbling up several more.

“Hmmm, they’re just like chips” - she thought.

A special frenzy caught her, as she started killing many rats by using her naked feet, digging her sharp, deadly toenails into many of them.

Satiated and satisfied, Sata caught her way upstairs and entered a giant living room where everything was dusty and kinda ivorish. Each side of the room had at least two doors, her sixth sense drove her to the first on the right.  It was closed, until Sata opened it with a strong kick.

The room was dark. No windows. No light. Smell was heavy, it reminded her of something coming from the past, a remote past. Leaving the door open wasn’t enough to let the light in, but it turned out to be another astonishing discovery. Her eyes were sensing the lack of light, and adapting to the darkness. Just like a feline, she was then capable of an amazing night vision. Not needing any flashlight or candle, Sata began to focus on the objects lying over the shelves she could see in that room. There were many books, papers, strange objects, feathers, jars, Ouija boards, tarots and any sort of stuff related to magic and supernatural. She could also see playing cards everywhere.

“This is a paradise” - Sata thought - “I won’t ever leave this place”.

It must have been a kind of fate specifically designed for witches like her, which had brought her to that precise site. It seemed like there could have been several sites all over the world, each one predestined to a god or goddess living nearby. That place should have been hers. 

Everything was getting quite easy, when compared to her previous life.

While sorting all the interesting stuff she came across, she ran into a certificate of ownership. It dealt with the motel and it said that the whole building had been donated by Miss Virginia Herald to Mr. Donald Rotherson thirty years before. As she kept looking into that revealing stuff, she also found some diaries, many press clippings and other documents.

After only one hour, she became able to depict the whole situation, and justify the dissonances she had been noticing since the first moment she had arrived.

Her last human prey, the one she had slashed on her bed after having had sex with, the so-called “motel owner”, was called Donald Rotherson.

Thirty years before, just one week after the premature death of her husband, the countess Virginia Herald had met Don in a hotel in Capital City, at a poker table. He was many years younger than her, nonetheless she was capable of seducing every man due to her wealth, grace and beauty.

Then she decided Don could be her toy-boy and hired him as her handyman. She had nor sons neither heirs to leave all her possessions to, so Don had a big juicy objective to aim for.

According to what Sata read, countess’ powers were so influent that police didn’t have to investigate more about her husband’s death, and concluded he had died for a heart-attack.

Don and Virginia both grew dark thoughts on the fertile ground of boredom, richness and search for lust and adrenaline. They both liked playing cards, then they invented a new kind of poker game. The fame of this peculiar game grew well in the luxury environment they had been attending, it was called “4P: The Perils of Pay or Perish Poker”. However, nobody could ever find out who was actually behind that game. Don and Virginia used to pick up strangers, invite them to their castle to play 4P with them.

Strangers were maniacally selected, they had to be lone individuals so that nobody could ever search for them. Don and Virginia systematically won every single game, eventually killing all the players, at each game played. They had been liking that game so much they started to eat people they killed, eventually leaving all the remains in their basement.

Police was well-paid by the countess, and so were the mayors and the parishes. They had free rein.

  

Everything was about to fall in pieces when Virginia began to be annoyed by the presence of Don. That was the period when Don found out that countess was the only responsible for the death of her husband. He also noticed she was planning to do the same with him. So, he began to blackmail her.

The years had been passing by, leaning on a dark equilibrium of menace and rage, until that day when he eventually succeeded in making her sign that document of property.  And killed her.

All that revealing stuff filled Sata with more joy for having killed and devoured a disgusting person like Don. Sata was surely no good girl, though.

After that, she passed the day by searching for more details and clues.

Having decided that motel was going to be her house for an indefinite amount of time, Sata settled down and produced a new certificate of property in which “Sata Lina” was reported as a Don’s cousin who had been inheriting all buildings and possessions after Don’s death in a car accident.

A few days later Sata took Don’s remains, put them in his car, and drove it to a place far enough. Then she threw it from a rope making sure that the car would burn whole, with Don’s bones and teeth in it.

First step had been taken. Next one was paying all the local authorities.

In a couple of days’ time Sata had been putting all the pieces together. During those days she was surprise by not being hungry at all. She had time to better understand her new self. She wanted to comprehend all of her powers, why she was so lucky, and above all, what her mission was. 

She read her precious book, took care of her claws which were growing even longer than before. Being bored and not satisfied by the scarce using of her long nails in the last couple of days, she wanted to file and use them, just like as if they needed to keep trained to kill. So, she put everything her claws could enjoy on the kitchen table, and started using her long fingernails and toenails on them.

While torturing apples, sinking her toenails into bananas and slicing all kind of fruit, she had been finding in the kitchen, she had a feeling she could use that practice on strangers that would fall in her trap.

She was going to be the new motel owner, then, and wait for unaware customers to play with them. If a person would show evil traits, she would kill her prey, otherwise the person would be free and lucky to enjoy Sata’s skills, and then freely leave that place.

Her new motel needed a new name and a new handyman then. Sata changed the name from Frog into Fog and, on behalf of the handyman, she would take her time to ponder and select a good one.  She wanted her new Fog Motel to be a real place to live, it may need more staff than only a handyman: a cook, a manager and other working persons to make that place look like a real motel. Although her plans were actually focused in finding new evil preys to exterminate.

While reading her big book of witches her objective was finally fixed. She could finally grasp at least one of the meanings of her life: purify the Earth. It was all about killing the scum of society, devouring it and turning those bad molecules into something greater, purer and better.

She was going to be a killer machine with another amazing power.

The book also said that a witchpire, by killing a certain type of prey, could turn into the killed person. In other words, whenever Sata would meet a cruel person who had been manipulating others, killing people, stealing from weaker persons and especially turning good people into evil beings, she could clean the wake of evil the prey had been creating by taking possession of prey’s life, if necessary. This meant that there were going to be situations where she couldn’t afford killing just one prey at a time.

It was like a wave of evil she was going to surf. Since that looked kinda alluring for her, she planned a first hunting all over the large boundaries of her new residence.

Next hunt was going to have at least two goals: finding preys and hiring people for the motel.

As a matter of fact, she was Don’s cousin and, having inherited his motorbike, and being her red BMW too flashy, she decided that her new mean of transport was going to be that 1978 grey Honda CBX 1000 she had found in one of the few garages of the castle. After a short try, she was convinced that the incredible weight of 550 lbs. of the great engine of that bike, due to her supernatural strength, it was not going to be a problem.

Caught by a blood frenzy in the night time, she decided to patrol the boundaries and seek for prey. The search for the working people for the motel could wait until the day after. She wasn’t much than 8 or 10 miles away from the Fog Motel when she noticed a remote cottage. From the road she couldn’t see if somebody was in. So, she got off her bike and approached the entrance door. The postal box said “Miss Christine Low”.

Another red flag began to violently wave in her head, being pushed by a strange wind of terror and suffering belonging to unknown people. Something evil lay there.

Being ready to pretend she was needing help owing to a motorbike malfunctioning, Sata rang the bell. No one answered. That was the right moment to get into the house to study the situation. Her sixth sense was too much stimulated to leave it be.

Then Sata hid her bike in the backyard and got into the cottage. As always, after having made herself sure nobody was there, Sata began searching from the basement, and…bingo! Her sixth sense was getting quite flawless.

There was a hidden breeding of a deadly spider, the tarantula. Sata was sure hidden spiders were no good sign at all.

Soon after, Sata got frightened for the first time in weeks by the barrel of a gun which was pointing at her.

The owner of the cottage, Christine Low, had made her return home.

- Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing in here?  - a skinny, tall blonde said.

- Sorry, my name’s Sata Lina. I had a problem with my motorbike and I needed help…

- There’s no help in my basement! Which motorbike are you talkin’ ‘bout?

- Oh, I had to hide it. It could have been stolen.

- It never happened in my property. Where are you from? I’ve never seen you around.

- I’m the new owner of the Frog Motel.

- Great deal! What a dirty place! And tell me, where is the former owner?

- He was my cousin, Don.

- Cousin? Was? What do you mean?

- Unfortunately, he died in a car accident.

- How could he? I knew him, he had never driven any car, he only loved his motorbike. And also, he has always been living closed in his castle, not going anywhere. You liar! - Christina roared.

- I don’t know what to say. Someone called me while I was in New York, and told me I was going to inherit that “dirty place”, as you just called it.

- I don’t believe you, c’mon, let me see your bike, and don’t ever think about getting down here anymore, spiders are dangerous. And so am I.

Christine, while pointing the gun at Sata, drove her upstairs. Then Sata took her to the bike in the backyard.

- How could you dare to enter my property?

- I’m sorry - Sata said while pretending to be accommodating.

- That’s Don’s bike! Did you inherit also this? What a lucky strike, then, uh?! C’mon, start the engine and let me see this malfunction, c’mon!

As Sata started the engine, Christine made a move she shouldn’t have done, temporarily looking away. Then, Sata made a tremendous jump towards Christine and disarmed her with an easy kick.

- You bitch! - shouted Christine while falling down.

In a moment Sata was above her, blocking her arms under her legs and showing a supernatural power that couldn’t slip through the cracks.

- Oh my God! Who the hell are you!?! Look at your eyes! Nooooo! Please leave me!

Sata strength was such, that Christine was trembling in terror for having understood she was no human like others.

- Now tell me, what are all those spiders for?

- Nooooo! Leave me be! Please! Please!

- Roaarrr! I hate when people ignore my questions!

Sata took her fangs out to scare the girl even more.

- Help, help! Nooooooo! You’re a vampire or what?! Help!

As she was getting too loud, Sata put a hand over her mouth. Sata was wearing gloves and her claws were hidden. But when she stretched her fingers to cover the girl’s mouth, her claws ripped through the glove, beginning to sink in her face.

Christine lifted a hand to give a sign of surrender, so Sata took off her hand from her mouth.

- You were almost killing me with your claws, please don’t do it. I’m going to tell you everything.

- C’mon, I’m waiting - and Sata put her claws dangerously pointing at her throat.

- No please…ok…I use spiders as a weapon to kill people.

This sentence was good enough to make Sata thrill with joy for having found a girl so cruel. She couldn’t resist more and quickly started slaughtering her. In a few seconds she had made a mess out of that cruel body. She noticed how her sharp claws were able to cut flesh even while wearing gloves, which she obviously had to throw away once finished, because they were all torn apart.

Christine’s revelations obliged Sata to play that girl’s role for a while and follow her evil wake, a demoniac aura that must have been interrupted.

The book said that she would have ten to twenty minutes, after having devoured a prey, to turn into her.

Being the first time, Sata wanted badly to feel that kind of experience. So, she couldn’t wait and became Christine, just by concentrating on the evil she was sensing inside, the evil that had been brought by Christine’s molecules inside her body. She felt like an evil fluid in her body, a substance that seemed to be concentrating in her claws, whose power she was feeling stronger than ever before. However, her long nails seemed like trimmed down after the transformation.

That was an amazing trance for her. She had turned another person in seconds, she was now blonde, her claws were shorter and she had a new cottage and a new mission to accomplish. What a great night she had, sleeping in Christina’s bed. All the sensations connected to the cottage and its evil smells, helped Sata visualize a group of four people made up by two girls and two boys. Those were the guys she was going to slaughter, because they represented a sort of evil continuum started from Christine.

Sata got this consciousness in a dream in which she saw what was the link between Christine and those guys. They had been Christine’s pushers of both drug and spiders.

The morning after, Sata woke up and started to watch herself reflected in the mirror. She thought Christine was not that bad, though. She also took a look at her precious nails. They were a lot shorter, no doubt it was a sad thing for her, nonetheless they had amazingly grown conspicuously during the night.

That was the time to experiment life in a new body and catch new preys.

To be continued...

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.


Stay tuned for more chapters.

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Satanails Chapter Four - The First Revenge

Sata was a shy employee, a girl with no hope, then she turns into a witch after being dumped by her boyfriend, now his clues she’s searching. While returning back home, she finds a man in her basement looking for the book of witches she had forgotten. We left Sata tasting her first cocktail of killer claws, blood and recently dead body.

Sata knew her powers would come out. In time of hours she had been living a sudden biologic and mental transformation, a sort of metamorphosis, with stronger and longer claws, sharper teeth, smarter mind, definitely more self-esteem, longer and darker hair, blinding and wider penetrating eyes, telepathy, ESP powers and hypnotizing skills, the latter being the most powerful force of a witch, the one that had probably contributed to mesmerize and keep that man steadily stuck.     

Hypnotizing power is strongly connected to seducing ability, with the first one making the second one flawless and invincible.

“This is something that I could use to make money” she thought, “maybe I can create a new kind of job, something that comes easy to me. I could seduce people looking for new experiences, making them believe I can have sex with them, and then... Well, I’m definitely gonna be a new experience for many of them out there”.

The thing her old neighbour Lina hadn’t told her in advance, was this sort of craving for blood she felt once she had tasted the first drop. Maybe it was a peculiar characteristic only detectable in Sata. As soon as she will have read her book, she would have probably found out the true meaning.

Until the day before, she had been thinking about herself as a good clerk, doing her job and bringing money home, without hope but also without efforts. Time for turning herself into the real side of Sata had come. Life was going to be not only related with job and good actions, but also with superior objectives, like revenge, justice and cosmic equilibrium.

She knew that her book was going to have a dramatic impact on her life. Sometimes books do. That was not a book bought in a store, it was a gift coming from a real witch, her childhood’s neighbour Lina. If a real witch tells you that you are going to be a hell a of a witch, you have to consider it could be true.

As a matter of fact, her powers showed up with her first victim, the one who changed her path.

After that slaughter, Sata lay down on the basement floor and slept for several minutes, just like as if she was a savage beast taking a nap after eating her prey. She wanted to be sure no one will have shown up soon after that guy.

When she woke up it was 4 am, yet no light in the skies, perfect time for leaving and hunting for her next victim. She had to search for her book before leaving, the book she had never given importance to before. After she had found it, she left that body there and made home cleaning with a natural cleanser: fire. Then she ran away knowing that insurance company would give her a bunch of bucks by finding in the basement a dead man and a tank of kerosene.

She soon decided to go and find Rachel, conscious that she could probably have had issues with her. She knew her former company boss, Rachel Cordoba, always had the bad habit to eavesdrop her phone calls. Sata thought that the last time she had spoken with Lina, talking about that precious book, Rachel was there listening. Maybe Rachel thought she could make a treasure out of Sata’s book, not knowing she needed to be a real witch to do it.

Then, her last mission in town was to eliminate her former chief. That was a two objectives task: avoid any clue that could link her to the fire, and accomplish the revenge she had been thinking about for so long.

Her red BMW took her near Rachel’s house in 5 minutes. Sata parked at a distance far enough not to be detected, then reached Rachel’s house in her unique shadowing way of moving.

She knew Rachel used to live alone. “Who could ever just even think about sharing his living space with a monster like her”, she thought while entering the house through an open window in the back yard.

Once in, Sata pulled her black boots off and went straight upstairs guided by a sixth sense that brought her to the right place: Rachel’s bedroom.

She was sleeping. Sata knew that Rachel was lacking the smartness to wait for her henchman to finish the job, and, only after that, go to bed. Rachel had always been too full of self-esteem.

So, Sata entered Rachel’s room making any sound. She got closer to her and started feeling the will to destroy her while sleeping. Then she thought it would be too easy, so, she planned a better action.  She got on top of her with a quick jump and, while Rachel was waking up not knowing what was happening to her, Sata put a piece of sheet into her mouth down in her throat, pushing it with her long claws and holding Rachel firmly to her bed with her legs.

Rachel opened her eyes wide and realized she was not in a nightmare, it was dramatically real. The shy girl she had been treating like a domesticated animal for years, the one’s house she sent a henchman to, for an easy job, well, that useless girl was there, on top of her, showing a face with unbelievable wild eyes. Rachel suddenly understood something bad was going to happen. 

- Hello boss, how are you?

- Whoooo?!?! Who ohoh?!!

Rachel tried to speak even knowing it was impossible, she also tried to free herself from the clutch she was in, but soon realized Sata seemed even stronger than a bodybuilder.

Sata thought it wouldn’t have been convenient to leave a body there, neither it would have been nice to leave any kind of clue, so she tried to hypnotize Rachel. 

Didn’t work.

“Am I doing it right?” - she thought.

Then she hit Rachel with her head on the nose and tied her hands and legs.

She knew she had the strength to carry that body out to her car, and she did.

Sata put Rachel into the trunk of her car and took her way to the wood. She was going to have a loud party. She wanted to hear and enjoy all of Rachel’s screams, but then again, she also wanted to be the only one to hear them. That’s why she went to the Crystal Lake Wood, it was far enough from any town but also near enough to reduce time on the road bearing that concealed body.

Once there, she witnessed a perfect scenario: full moon, darkest hour, no one around. She felt herself taken by a frenetic hurry to finish that job, to accomplish her mission of revenge. So, she opened the trunk, caught Rachel’s body and threw it on the floor just as if it was a bag of potatoes.

Then Sata closed the trunk as she wasn’t going to use it anymore that night, she took off her gloves, picked up Rachel from the floor and tied her to a tree, afterwards she took away the torn piece of sheet from Rachel’s mouth and stood, waiting her to speak.

- Wh...cough!...what the fuck are you doing?! What kind of drug did you took? I hate you! My henchman is right after you, he’s gonna kill you…I’m gonna kill you. You motherfucker piece of shit! You dumb! You…cough!!

- That’s enough - said Sata firmly, with a calm voice - you had been hiding behind a false mask for too many years, I know who you are. I know what you do to people. I know why you’ve been mobbing my colleagues and me, I know you are scared to be uncovered.

-  C’mon, uhuhuhu, who the fuck you think you are? Bat-woman or spider-woman?

-  Look at those claws, I could be more dangerous than catwoman or even a real panther, but I’ve got no will to save the world. I only need to get my own revenge. I’m not that selfless. I just hate people stealing money and time from others, and that’s what you did to me. You’ve been stealing all grants for the employees.

- Those grants were just an idea of mine, not yours! I have the guts to do all that job to have them, not you! You’re just a freak! Now free me! Bitch! Creep! Dumb!

Rachel was getting too loud as Sata’s rage was rising. Sata had planned to talk more and force Rachel to reveal her the way to get all the money she had been stealing for years, but, after all those bad words and behaving, she couldn’t help herself but exploding like a bomb. Anyway, she didn’t need that dirty money as she was aware of her powers and how easy it would be getting richer.

With vicious eyes, Sata got closer to Rachel’s face, opened her own mouth wide and, while roaring, bit her lips, tearing and eating a piece of them. Rachel’s pain was such intense that she made a guttural cry which seemed to shake the ground like an earthquake. That noise was too intense, it obliged Sata to finish her job quickly, even if she had planned to taste Rachel’s body more slowly.

Sata then made a step back, opened her legs to be more stable and threw her claws a couple of times towards Rachel’s neck eventually cutting Rachel’s throat with a poker of slits caused by her sharper-than-ever claws. Long black talons flashing in the night, spreading and spilling her former boss’ blood all over the place. It was time for another quick drink.

After that second blood bath, she realized she was like filled with satisfaction and wild joy. She knew she was doing the right thing and completed her job with a cannibalistic ferocious dish.

The time to leave had come. That was the right moment to pick up the stuff and go straight to Cape Cod. Sata hid the small remains of the body and went back on the road.

While on the road she thought that it was getting convenient to change the car. Her red BMW was way too flashy. She wanted to be a black shadow, instead, a night vamp, a silent killer, a mute predator, and that car was not what she wanted, it only represented her past, an object to help her to pretend she was happy and rich. The only red colour she would see was going to be that one coming from her victims’ blood.

Time to pretend was over.

SATA is back with Chapter nr. 3 - TASTE OF BLOOD

Alright guys, here we are, sorry for the big amount of time it took me to post again. However it was never meant to be a fixed or a frequent appointment. Let's follow Sata on her way to revenge.

Tell me whether if you like this all-written version of the chapters, or if  you rather prefer the one with the modified pictures illustrations. 

Here we go.

  

Sata Lina, a shy and submissive woman, is dumped by her man. Only then she realises how strong, independent and vindictive she could be. She puts an end with her no-escape job and turns from a shy little woman into a cruel vindictive hunter.

CHAPTER 3 - TASTE OF BLOOD

In a of a couple of days’ time, Sata had quickly turned from a clever shy clerk into a crazy and dangerous free woman out of job, roaming in her own world with nothing to do but hunting for preys to sacrifice.

Apart from that, her plans consisted in getting back home and planning a long journey to Cape Cod, Georgia. She had the feeling it was going to be a one-way trip, maybe.

Sata was hungry and she wanted to eat meat, so she made a stop at the 24 hrs. store and bought a couple of steaks and something she had never bought before, alcohol. She wanted to open her mind and let her new spirit flow even more.

Once home, as soon as she had closed the door, she lit up the barbecue and opened a beer can, finding it was not an easy action, because of her long claws. Then she put a Ronnie James Dio vinyl on, “Holy Diver”, choosing one of her favorite songs “Gypsy”, a song dealing with witches and magic spells.

While drinking and barbecuing she found herself thinking of Julio, but not in a sentimental way, that was her past, her mind was now focused on getting him out from the hideout he had been putting himself into. She knew it was a sort of hide and seek game, where the prize was going to be someone’s life.  

She was thinking of his job as a writer, a pro interested in ancient ghost stories and paranormal activities, in UFOs and other unexplainable happenings of history. That was one of the most interesting things she had been liking of Julio, his love for occult. She had always been thinking that sooner or later her job was going to have a drastic change, turning into a more independent one, something like Julio’s one. That was the moment.

Then she had a sort of epiphany. Maybe the beer, maybe the meat blood left on her plate or maybe her new consciousness, something from her past was starting to dig a little tunnel into her brain, reaching the most remote place in her mind. An image of her old neighbor Lina flashed into her mind.  Lina the witch, the one she had been always looked up to, especially when her parents died in a fire and Lina started to take care of Sata, hosting her into her house. The same Lina who once had told those words, forgotten words in time and lost in repressed memory: “Soartă a ales pentru noi, suntem ca unul, Eu sunt un țigan și vrăjitoare, și așa vei fi”. She knew well the meaning of those words: “Fate has chosen for us, now we are as one, I’m a gipsy and I witch, and so you will be”.

She felt new powers growing in her body and mind, she felt drunk and excited, crazy and happy.

She started touching herself, clawing her own thighs, slowly climbing them with her nails, finally reaching her hole and digging her long ring fingernail into it and reaching that spot she knew was going to free the hell outta there. She felt stronger and more powerful than ever before, as she was conscious that the orgasm she reached was just the beginning of her new life.

Sata felt she was not going to sleep that night, so she picked up some stuff and fled. However, despite the hustle, she wasn’t escaping from anything, she was rather under the influence of a sort of hormone, a chemical substance concentrating in her blood which was being produced to hunt and destroy.

 

She was heading full speed to Cape Cod while she had a sudden vision, she remembered having left something in the basement of her house: a book called “Carte Vrăjitoare”, a Lina’s gift, the book of witches. That book was going to be precious for her new life, as she sensed she was finally getting the right power to translate it into real life and success. She felt disappointed for that inattention, her rage was rising and she found herself shouting in the night when Iron Maiden’s song “Killers” started in her car stereo.

Thirty to forty minutes after she was getting near her house while she noticed something wasn’t alright. Someone had probably entered her house in her absence. It was like the trespasser had known her moves in advance. Once again, not only she noticed a surprising lack of fear, but, on the contrary, she felt excited for that new difficult situation to face.

Sata parked at a certain distance from her house, then she went down from her car and moved towards home with the softest moves ever, she was like a panther, better say she was like the shadow of a panther, silent, smooth, invisible. She entered her home with no sound, once inside she suddenly sensed someone was downstairs in the basement.

She then slowly snaked down the stairs holding a baseball bat in her hand and saw him. Sata approached the guy with no fear or sound and then hit him in the back of his head so strong and firmly he went down like a brick.

- Huh, who the fuck are you, you crazy? What the hell are you doing? Free me now or you’ll be in big trouble, bitch, I’m going to open you like a…

- Calm down, you stinky motherfucking idiot! You thief! What are you doing in my basement?

- I guarantee you’ll be in trouble.

- You’re tough, uh? You won’t answer to me, uh? We’ll see. 

Sata took a closer look to his face while trying to illuminate it with the light from her smartphone. She suddenly realized who he was. She had seen him before talking with her boss at the office, she had previously thought of him as a strong man who was involved in private eye stuff and maybe dirty affairs. She had never liked him.

Sata looked like she had been waiting for years for that situation, she found herself being so naïve and at ease with him tied up like an animal soon to be cooked.

She opened her right hand wide, stretched her fingers and showed up her long, sharp, pointed claws. That guy seemed not impressed at first, but as she got closer to his eyes, his tension was clearly rising.

- C’mon, tell me who you are and what are you looking for, or I’ll pull your eyeballs out and eat them like oysters.

The man didn’t answer. Even if she knew who he really was she didn’t understand why he was there. He looked like a strong CIA agent, a tall man with strong legs and big shoulders, but dumber, that kind of man who always hides behind a gun and loves to use it. This time his gun was far away from his body as Sata had taken it and put it on the table. A good reason for him to try to escape with the only help of his hands, shaking, trying to kick, spitting, shouting.

While she was thinking about the reason that had brought him there, an image of her boss Rachel recently speaking with him dived into her head. So, why the hell Rachel would have sent one of her security agents to her home? Maybe to steal something that could have been taken as a proof of one of her multiple illicit affairs. She then had the feeling like she had been followed by that man before that day. She also seemed to have a flashy image of a car which she had spotted on her rear-view mirror that morning.  

He thought Sata Lina was a shy weak girl, and he had planned an easy blitz. However, Sata was showing him a calm and mellow mood, so strange for that situation, he felt fear was rising in his body. He was realizing that two scenarios were possible: the one that Sata was not that shy and that she had been hiding a second life, a sort of secret agent parallel state; and the second one in which she was totally crazy and unaware of that dangerous situation she was living. Both scenarios were likely to be no good for him, especially considering that they could be both possible at once.

He couldn’t know that the actual situation was even more dangerous and terrible than his figured worst-case scenarios. He realised something was going to get really wrong  by reading her dark green wide shut eyes and her trembling clawed hand getting closer to his face.

Sata didn’t ask him twice and suddenly she caught his face in the strong grip of her claws, sinking them deep into his flesh. He was surprised by her amazing strength and instinctively tried to shake his head to free himself from that bad hurting grip; unfortunately, his moves brought him to worst goals, as pain increased.

- Now sir, would you tell me who you are and what the hell are you doing in my house?

- You’re dead, bitch, and you don’t know yet. I’m gonna make you pay. I don’t give a fuck about that book…

- Oh, thanks sir, now it’s clear, you wanted my book? You’ll get this, instead!

Sata rose up her hand and then threw it down like and axe on his face. She had been so surgically precise and wildly strong the deep scratch marks she left immediately started to spill blood which flowed down into his mouth and onto his blue elegant suite and white shirt.

Even if she had understood everything about his presence there, she wanted to hear Rachel’s name directly from his mouth.

- Tell me now: who’s your boss?

He was so angry he had been fooled by a little woman, he couldn’t understand the danger he was into, so he spat some blood onto Sata’s face.

Sata was driven so mad by that spit that she ran into the horror side of herself, a never before seen side that she herself didn’t knew could ever come to life. Her tension grew in seconds, her eyes blew and turned red. Her mouth opened wide showing bigger and sharper teeth. And then she started twisting her arms like tornados, throwing them up and down with unnatural force and inhuman speed onto his poor inert body.

He stood astonished with helpless fear, silent and unconscious, cursed by a ferocious demonic presence that left him in a bloodbath in time of seconds. Torn shirt, blinded eyes, ripped face. She left him like a piece of flesh in a slaughterhouse, dead in a few seconds. Her sharp claws must had been cutting one of his jugulars.

She found herself happily surprised and also excited. She was not the same girl she had been before. From that moment on she knew she won’t have lived the same again, especially when she completed her job by drinking his blood dry, sucking it directly from that still warm dead body.