Darken My Heart

By Damien Vincence

I have many secrets to tell you about life and the universe, both of them. But I must warn you now; you may like what you hear. Monsters really do exist, that magic is real and that mortals are the food source for them all. Come now, why do you think you all look so pretty, if it is not to be eaten. The worst of our kind is called Sinzielle, like you he loves with all of his dark heart. He holds his family close, his lover in his warm embrace and the Dark Karnival in his twisted and decadent desires. That was until forces unknown decided to harm all those he held dear. Now set free from his prison, with his lover Azneah by his side and allies working with him. He seeks to find the true identity behind those who have wronged in in the name of Good. And teach them a lesson that is drenched in screams of bliss and howls of absolute agony. You can run, you can plead, and you might even be able to hide. But there is no salvation when you have broken a dark heart full of love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Damien Vincence
• Release date: Jan 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310267048

Damien Vincence

I guess this part of the site is meant to show you what kind of an artist I am. Lay out my entire world and show you who and what I really am. But as I am often described as a difficult character to pin down and very much a mystery I guess this will have to be done in pieces. I have many different names and titles and none of them fit properly. I am known as a writer by some, a creator of madness by others and a darkened fiend by the rest.I am driven by five major passions in my life, they are Music, Clothes, Chocolates and sweets, Creating my art and Sex. You will find these feature prominently in my creations whether this be in my writing, the photos I take, the music I create and the kaos that seems to follow me. and all the glorious naughty little trouble I get up to. My personality has often been described as scary as a dark monster and more twisted than what is seen to be normal. I have two modes, quiet and watching from the edge and the super loud and scary fiend that plays with everyone. I love what I am, how I look and how I behave, or misbehave as the case often is. but above all I am an artist!I love my music to be dark and twisted, so I naturally gravitate towards heavy metal and classical music. The same goes with my clothes, though I love my muses to be dressed in what I see as mainstream attire. after all monsters cant only live on Gothic ways, we need a little spice on our taste buds. I have been addicted to chocolate since my very first bite and consider it my one precious vice. i don't drink or smoke or do drugs, I only do chocolate though sadly I can sometimes overdose on it. My art is disturbing and twisted with flavours of sex wrapped in deaths loving and cold embrace. and sex, well lets just keep that one off the table till later.As I said before, I tend to defy accurate description. I am a true dark fiend with a strange sense of humour and a heavily over active imagination. and I feel so lucky to be this way, and would not change for all the bodies and chocolate in this world!

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Darken My Heart

By Damien Vincence

Copyright 2014 Damien Vincence

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Foreword:

I dedicate this novel to all those freaks and weirdo's that don't fit in. that strive to be strong to their beliefs and true to their friends. And most importantly to those who seek to live their dreams. No matter what people say to you, never stop believing that you can win.

To my very special girls, Stephy, Jenny, Chantelle, Diezal and Victoria, thanks for being such wonderful inspiration. Without having you in my life I doubt I would have had the strength to fight every single day. Their strength, determination, heart and intelligence are what attracted me to them. And their kindness and generosity has put them in a special place within my heart.

To my brother in blood, for I know without you this book would never have become possible. And I say the simplest of thanks. I love you bro, each and every day!

And finally to those who told me to behave, be good and don't scare people. Good luck on trying to tell me what to do. I did not listen before this. I will not listen now and there is fat chance of me following your instructions in the future!

All Hail The Freaks!

Chapter 1

Let's keep this introduction nice and simple shall we. There is no point in giving you a headache. When there is so much I have to tell you. I Think the simplest truth is best, mortals are not alone in this world. We call ourselves higher beings, but mortals refer to us by other names. Mortals call them Gods, Demons, and monsters or so forth. There is no correct title that can be given to us. We come from a universe that is parallel to yours. We have existed as long as there have been mortal creatures. There are many different species and races of higher beings. We consider ourselves to be superior to mortals, because we are. You can't get any simpler than that, now can you?

Most mortals have ordained us with what some see as a terrible name. Monsters, Some of the higher beings don't like this vulgar word. But some of us have learnt to embrace it. After all mortal creatures are so very scared of monsters. Our universe has many different names assigned to it. And I will not go into detail here of their names. Suffice to say this would drive you mad if I told you. But I will tell you the name of your universe. It is called The Orchards, where all mortal creatures live and grow.  In this universe there is a single promise made and kept.  That all mortal creatures are born, they live their lives and then they die. It is often their death that fascinates and enthrals higher beings.

Within the orchards there are many different kinds of mortal creatures. The one that is most important to us is a species called humans.  They are, for lack of a better name, our primary food source. Thus the name of your universe is The Orchards. Now I know this maybe a little bit too much for you to handle. But I never said this was going to be easy. We eat humans In order for us to continue to live life and be strong. Then there is the second reason, you are all just too delicious not to consume. I will admit there have been those who have tried to not consume humans for moral reasons. But none of them have survived very long. They either died out from weakness and starvation. Or they were killed off by their enemies. It is something that we all learn, to be true to who we really are. Sadly though, this has not stopped the idea of being moral to our prey. I guess you can only really learn a lesson the hard way.

For most of us higher beings we dine on humans no matter what our personal belief is. The bonus for some of us is your reactions to becoming the meal. The screams of terror, cries for mercy and the begging to be spared. It only excites us more and thoroughly wets our appetite for the meal ahead. Then there are those who feed on their desires and hungers. Those screams are often louder and far dirtier to boot. It is believed by many of us that humans were created for this express reason. No one really knows that truth behind this. Or even really cares for the truth about our food.  We prefer to focus on the fact that is allows us to grow strong. Live life to the fullest, love to furthest depths. And above all enjoy the gifts of life and death. There is a lesson all of us must learn. And it is a hard one indeed. To embrace each moment as if it were our last, because it could very well be, just that.

Are you still with me after this little revelation? I do hope you are as it shows us that perhaps there is more to you than simple food. So I will proceed and tell you another truth that you need to understand before going forward.

That magic truly does exist, just not in the way you might think. I will not go into detail about this truth, as it is far too complicated to explain in the beginning. I would rather have you focused on other truths than one that would cause your brain to collapse. For this I will just tell you that there are two different types of magic. The first type is one that mortal creatures play with. The second is one in which us higher beings, learn to master all through our lives. Through in-depth exploration and a lifetime spent experimenting with.  Now some of you will be very angry with this truth. You believe that you are powerful enough to use the second. That nothing can stop you and I am wrong. But there is a secret that I am not telling you about the second type of magic. And it is one I know you will not handle at all well. So for the moment you will just have to accept this. There is far more knowledge that you are not privy to. For the sake of understanding and sanity they will not be exposed this early on. I find that humans are always so willing to prove us wrong. It often makes for the funniest jokes when they fail miserably. We sit there laughing so hard that we piss ourselves.

I do hope you are still with me, and that your head has not exploded. Or that headache has forced you to put the book down. So I recommend you take a few deep breaths and I will continue.

There really is a Heaven and Hell, just not in the way you think. They are not places that you are sent to if you are good or bad. They are in fact higher beings given the task of managing The Orchards. Not an easy task to undertake at all. In return for a sacrifice they were given power and knowledge of an immense nature. It is far too great for mere mortals to comprehend fully. They make sure that the crops grow strong and plentiful. They dwell in separate Galaxies of our universe. Inside The Orchards, they have a vast network of spies that report all that is going on. It is through these spies that they are able to effect change, without breaking the rules.

Heavens are called The Angels and Hells are called The Devils. For some strange reason Heavens are mostly male and Hells are mostly female. Many have asked the question why? But the answers remain a closely guarded secret. They are responsible to help kept the order and try to hide the truth from mortal creatures. But after you read this, I guess the truth will be free. Or you will suffer an accident, which needs to be covered up like the rest.  I do wish you the best of luck, whatever happens. Perhaps you will be lucky enough to find your way onto my dinner table.

Now you can proudly say that you have learnt a few secrets. Be proud and happy, for these may be the last you learn. So on with our story then. I wish you luck in your future. Oh and if you do happen to end up on my table rest assured. I will enjoy you very much.

From the moment he was set free, Sinzielle craved his four major passions. The taste of mortal flesh bowing to his dark will. The sounds of dark and twisting music, Screams of agony that pierced the night. The looks of clothing wrapped around his tall and menacing frame. And that little addiction to cocoa and sweets that made his passions complete. These were indeed the things he valued most in life, with one major exception to this. The five sisters, they held a special place in his dark heart no one else could hope to fill. Or even dare to enter for that matter as well. He had been locked away in that terrible cell for far too long. In the beginning it had started as a respite, to help him with his addictions. He had been placed there by his brothers and sisters. Their last ditch effort, to save Sinzielle from his own worst enemy.

His family were very tight knitted together, but still remained a mystery to all others. Shrouded in the darkest of all whispers and forbidden to be spoken of, even by the wicked of company. But I am getting a little ahead of myself. Let's begin with the simplest of facts. For one hundred years Sinzielle had been locked away in a twofold prison. One made of steel, the second of flesh and obscure binding magic. The only reprieve given was when his brother and sisters came to visit. They had placed in him in there to help protect him from his rather ravenous appetite. That over the centuries had been rapidly growing out of control. They feared if he was allowed to continue, he would bring more harm upon himself. It did not help that he was feared by nearly everybody else as well. When nearly all of the five sisters asked him to go and be treated for his addictions. He realised just how far he had fallen and what he stood to lose, if he continued in this path. The Darkian Sanatorium was chosen specifically for the way he would be treated. All those who loved him only wanted the best for him, and made sure they had chosen carefully. Far more rested on this place than just being right for them. It had to be safe and secure for Sinzielle in case his darker leanings ever gained control over him. There he would be properly cared for, treated and made well once again. In the hope that one day he would be able return to his family. With all of his addictions back under his control once more. It was an arrangement that he accepted and took to cheerfully.

He trusted his family and the five sisters above all others, and knew they were right. He saw that this was being done with one true emotion, love.  Over the years, His family stuck by his side and visited him when they could. His younger brother particularly made the effort to support his older brother. There was someone else who made the trip each and every week, no matter how busy she was. This young woman was one of the five sisters, and their bond was quite unique. They shared something together that cannot be quantified in mere words. But rather emotions so intense that words failed to adequately explain them. She knew exactly what Sinzielle was and loved him, no matter what. As sick as he was, she was just as bad. Together they would often bring a flavour of Kaos, not easily swallowed.

This bond was about to face the ultimate test of time and space. In a measure that the other side should have known was going to be painful for them to experience. Her name is Azneah and she is the youngest of the five sisters. Now Sinzielle has a rather complicated relationship with all of the five sisters. From the very first moment he had met the eldest two he formed a unique bond between them. Slowly over time as he was introduced to the rest of the sisters, this bond grew in strength and connection. Then one fateful day, Sinzielle met Azneah in the most unorthodox way possible. An instant dark bond of deep desire trapped in the glimmer of love caught them. Both of them were often considered to be extremely dark. But with each other that changed into something far scarier. The love that blossomed over the few days they spent together would bind them together forever.

The rest of Sinzielle's family could not entirely understand him. That was all except one of Sinzielle's older sisters. She knew exactly how he functioned and thought better than the rest. Her bond with her brother was so strong, that she could feel what he felt and see his point of view. They were so attune to each other's thoughts that they spoke without a single sound. She had watched the interactions he had with all of the five sisters. While the rest of their brothers and sisters were slightly confused by them, she was not. She was happy that he had finally found his special girls, even though there was more than one of them. Nothing Sinzielle ever did was easy, why should relationship be the exclusion.

The five sisters ran what was called the Dark Karnival. A place where those sick of heart and twisted in desire could go, to be entertained and enthralled with the suffering of mortals. Each act was chosen for the rather cruel and fiendish ways they played with their food. The performances had become legendary for showcasing new talent. And providing entertainment that was far from the mainstream as one could hope to get. All patrons were welcomed with open arms, regardless of their affiliation or belief. With the simple rule, enjoy the show but leave you worries and troubles at the door. The shows quickly became a bastion for freedom from tyranny and the outside worlds.

The Dark Karnival travelled from world to world, through the orchards unseen by mortals. Hidden behind glamour's so complicated that not even mystics could see through them. Each year there would be four different shows, one held on each solstice. The shows would last for ten days of revelry and partying then disappear. The mortal world that the Dark Karnival appeared on was chosen by Azneah. Each show was specifically tailored to something that was unique and vibrant to that mortal world. There were worlds stuck in Victorian era, others locked in what some would call Steampunk and others who were close to finishing their advancements. For you see the orchards are full of worlds, all teeming with life as it should be. What is the point of having an orchard with one living tree in it?

Doorways were created that led from the higher universe to the lower, through the use of cards, tickets and special invitational magic. There were no exclusion to who was invited and who was able to purchase a ticket. So that all and sundry could come and watch the spectacles. The shows were famed for their Decadent debauchery mixed with amazement, at what can be done to mortals. All in the name of entertainment, we watched them suffer. Each season of shows had performers who called the Dark Karnival their home, and new talent eager to be accepted to the permanent bill. With only the most popular getting the invitation to stay. It was considered a great honour to be given this chance to work with the Dark Karnival. Many performers were able to achieve great success by being included on the permanent bill. Those who did not often left to create new and more dazzling acts so they could try again. No one was ever bitter at being turned down. It was taken as a sign they just needed to work a little harder to achieve their goals.

The Dark Karnival itself was created through magic's that were forbidden to be used, by any other than those on high. Namely Heaven or Hell, everyone else was not allowed to even know of the spells. Not that actually stopped the five sisters from using them. In the beginning there were attempts made to enforce the rule with the five sisters. But each time the higher ups would fail and have to fall back. When Sinzielle entered the picture with the five sisters and began to form relationships with all of them. The higher ups backed off rather quickly and never bothered them about the use of forbidden magic's again. It was seen to be a rather bad choice to pick a fight with both Sinzielle and the five sisters. That would have been the equivalent of walked into a pit of hungry lions, tying theirs tails into knots and then spanking their asses until they were red. By anyone's standard this was an insane thing to attempt, so very stupid and messy!

It was through Sinzielle's connection with the five sisters that his younger brother, Kav secured a job unlike any other. He had been chosen to be the ringmaster, of the five sister's dark Karnival. His role was to introduce the acts and keep the performers in line. As well as make sure the patrons behaved themselves and followed the simple rules. For like his brother Kav was not someone you wanted to mess with at all. He was more sedate and calm than Sinzielle, but far more literal with his aggression than the rest. To get into a fight with him often meant losing nearly everything you had, often one bone at a time. Where Sinzielle will go after everything you hold dear and tear it to pieces. Kav would just focus in on you and make you suffer in unspeakable ways. To which he had many of them, nearly all of them were forbidden in one form or another.

Kav showed he was more than capable of keeping control over the proceedings. His own brand of darkness and light meant he commanded the audience with authority and just that hint of wickedness. His flair for the dramatic and creating jaw dropping show finales was especially noticed. Some of them would nearly light up the entire world the Dark Karnival was on. He grew in the role so very quickly and became a much loved part of the show. The clothes he would wear, his attitude to the performers and how he performed for the audience made him a favourite with everyone. In turn the five sisters were happy with him and the way he ran their pride and joy.

For years the Karnival ran smoothly with Sinzielle's brother at the helm. He kept the performers in line, as well as the guests. And the five sister's show was always such a success. The only rule was obey the ringmaster, or else. Many learnt of his reputation the hard way. At the beginning of a new season Sinzielle would be escorted from the Darkian Sanatorium to the opening night show. His family would accompany him taking their seats in a special boxed area of the auditorium. Azneah more often would sit of Sinzielle's lap while they watched the performances. Curled up in a dark embrace with the one she loved most. All of them would revel in their dark desires and macabre sense of humour. Enjoying the screams of suffering and the howls of pain, mortals made before death. After all there is much fun to be had when you play with your food. To hear them scream and beg, to excite and panic. Then die in a very horrible way, all for your personal enjoyment. The shows were always sold out. And what we would do for a chance of a ticket well that is best left to the imagination. This carried on for many years, as the shows grew more popular. Audience numbers continued to climb and new venues had to be created for the event.

All was well in Sinzielle's world, until that fateful day when his family were set to come and take him to the next show. He sat in his room, waiting for them to arrive and be taken from the sanatorium. It was set to be the last time he would leave this place. The treatments were finally over and he had regained control of his mind and body. He had looked forward to this day for so long, tired of not having anyone to play with. Most of the other patients were not able to last too long under his games. And the medical staffs were just seen as rather boring to him. He sat on the edge of his bed waiting all day for them to come. As the day passed and night faded in, he could feel something was wrong. The connection he had to his family was tenuous at best in this place. But he could always feel just the edge of it. Now as the day passed that connection slipped until he could no longer feel it.

He waited on the edge of his bed for days, but no one turned up to take him away. Sinzielle was left alone, waiting for his family to come. Slowly his darkness turned inwards and began to spread throughout his mind and body. He began to shut down and crawled back onto the bed. He pulled the cover ups over his head and hugged his pillow tightly. The world outside began to slip away from him and he felt the earth beneath him fall away into a dark abyss. He yearned to see Azneah once more, to feel her warm body pressed against his in a loving embrace. To smell her sweet perfume as it wafted off her body and blinded his senses. Her words that floated from her mouth like a demented angel full of grace and bloodlust. Her wicked smile that could brighten a room and make so many run for the hills. Her laughter that was so sinister made worse by her giggles of excitement. That would often clear a room once she started to emit that sound. But most of all he wanted to feel her presence once again as it walked through his mind. Like a small child running through a meadow of flowers on a sunny day. He looked out through the windows waiting for all those he loved to come back. The days slowly turned into weeks, and then into months. No one came back to him and his mind drifted into dark places best left alone. He waited patiently, alone in his darkness and lost to his paranoia as it became his friend. The kind of friend that you just want to beat to death with a rusty old spade. Time seemed to drag as his darkness turned to depression and he became lost in madness. The fear of abandonment was realised in that cold room. That all he loved was lost to him and that he was alone. Slowly he shifted from the window to the bed, curled up beneath the blankets. His face in the pillow as his depression worsened and the loneliness crept in.

With the slow passing of time days turned to months and then years. Every day his mind searched through what could have happened. His connection to his family was gone; his voice silenced as all hope was lost. And slowly the place that was his sanctuary became his prison. Doubt soon followed as he fought to find an answer set in. and he began to wonder if he had done something wrong. This train of thought continued as more time passed and decay of thought gripped him tightly. For you see in depression there is no door out of the room. You just become lost to it all and the world turns without you. Still there was a flicker inside of him that they would come back. But with each month that flame grew smaller and smaller inside of him. The darkness that was always there began to twist and form a new strategy within him. That if all he loved was gone, then there were no more rules to play by. If he was ever to be set free of this prison, he would take his revenge on the world in the only way he knew how. Lost in what was happening within his mind, Sinzielle could not see the changes around him. He was shifted to a more secure wing of the Sanatorium. He was locked in a room without windows and left to rot in his depression and sadness.

After what had seemed like an eternity, something truly unexpected happened. Sinzielle awoke one night to hear the sounds of bloody Kaos carried on explosions and screams for mercy. Then another sound filled his ears and made his heart soar. The voice of his lover carried on the waves of death as she fought her way into his prison. With each passing moment the screams grew louder and her voice gained strength. Then he heard the single thing he craved the most, her voice screaming out his name. She had returned to him, his precious and beautiful Azneah had come looking for him. The flame that once burned deep inside him had been extinguished so long over. With her voice it reignited in an explosion of vicious delight and decadent love for his girl. He turned his head towards the sky and did the only thing he knew he could do. His body was weak from lack of food and his mind was no longer sure of anything else. But there was one last thing he could do. A single piece of strength saved for the very end of his life. He turned his head and cried out her name to the sky. The single scream pierced the walls and forced cracks to explode throughout his room and across the surrounding structure. It acted like a beacon for his true love to coming running. The screams of the guard's intensified as they fought to keep her from what they were instructed to keep here. But try as they might, her will was greater and far more vicious than they could contend with.

Her love for him guided her through the Kaos and flames. Using the very same magic's that Sinzielle had taught her long ago. She finally found him blasted her way into his room. There he lay on the bed, wrapped in a blanket lost in a nightmare. She jumped onto the bed and pulled his body close to hers. She felt how cold his body was and how lost his soul had become. She could hear the sounds of him crying through tears of fear and sadness.

Hush my sweet; I am here now for you! Azneah whispered softly into his ear as she embraced his body.

I thought you were lost to me, but I have found you and will never let you go. Azneah continued as she felt the warmth return to his body.

We must leave this place and get you to safety! Azneah said as she pulled his body up from the bed.

She looked around the bleak windowless room and shed a tear for the way he was treated. With all her strength she pulled him up and carried his body towards the way out. She uttered another piece of magic taught to her by Kav. And watched in delight as the room exploded outwards and left an open path for them to escape into the outside world. She held him close as she carried his weakened body, fuelled by love and full of dark revenge.

There is much I have to tell you, but first we must leave this terrible place. Azneah said as she looked into his face.

She stared deeply into his eyes and saw the flames begin to burn once more. In a moment his depression began to crumble and fade away. He looked up into her eyes as saw her once again. Felt her begin to walk through his mind just the way he remembered all that time before. Then another moment passed and she felt the familiar surge of passion and fire course through him. Like a massive electro shock that pulsed through his body. They left that accursed place, burning in rubble and fire. Not even death would step foot within the prison. On the outskirts of the Sanatorium Azneah told him of the news of his brother. And in that moment she saw something that scared even her. With a long scream towards the sky, that deafened all around. Sinzielle took his anger and pain out on all those who ran the prison. It is said that the sound stills shrills the air of that world. In a matter of hours Sinzielle turned a single world into a planet of ghosts. Azneah stood by his side, full of love and pride as his anger flowed. Amazed at how strong he had become on such sadness. And she realised that all those who had the balls to fuck with her and him. Well they would pay a terrible price for this mistake. And it was one she was going to enjoy immensely as they found them and made them suffer!

On that day he showed why fear was even scared to be on his bad side. With the planet in ruins and death running for cover Azneah told him the rest of what had happened. Of what had happened to the Dark Karnival, which had been taken from them. Her sisters had been scattered to the four winds, with no clue as to where they were. The connection between Sinzielle and his family had been broken. And then the last of the news, that his younger brother had been killed, as he fought to defend the sisters. This little piece of news went down as well as telling a madman those he loved are gone. He swore to have his bloody revenge on those who had taken from him. To find the rest of Azneah sisters and find out what had happened to his family. And finally to teach them the one lesson that can only be learned in agony. Don't fuck with me!

Strengthened by a new purpose Sinzielle and Azneah left the burning world of Darkian and began the search for revenge. To where the Dark Karnival was before it was taken and to find the answers through the best source they could think of. Inside the orchards on a world that thought it was alone. Where Heaven and Hell played their games and tested new theories. This world would never be the same again, once they step foot on it. Here they would find old allies lost in the Kaos to help them with the road ahead. And turn over ever rock where good might try to hide from those they consider evil. Cause after all that is what this story is about. How good has made a mistake and picked a fight with the one thing they should have known better not to pick on.

The first stop on their journey is the quant city of Sydney, in a country called Australia. This was the last place in the Orchards where the Dark Karnival was. And home to more than a few monsters and fiends. Not that anyone could really tell to start with anyway.

Chapter 2

Sinzielle sat quietly on the bendy red Metrobus bus that traversed between Mosman on the north harbour of Sydney. All the way down to Sydenham station in the south of Sydney. He liked this bus route the best, for its view. The view of the central business district was stunning, and so were its many yummy inhabitants. He sat just beyond the black bendy section of the bus on the right hand side. He looked out through the clean glass window, searching for someone to wet his appetite.  And perhaps to have lust a little bit of wicked fun with. He had spent the last four nights on the hunt, for his next lead. Daytime though was his time to look for something to play with and eat. The last few days had been filled with more blondes than he really cared for. He found them to be rather easy to track down and twist to his dark will. Their screams though were always fun to listen to. But today he wanted to try something a little different. He liked riding around the city on the buses. Watching all those humans go about their business. Unaware of what was watching them as it was driven past. The looks he sometimes got from mortals outside were classic. How fear would flash across their faces as they glimpsed his eyes staring at them hungrily. Then a smile and his naughty way of licking his lips made them feel so uncomfortable. And the giggles he took as they stared back in shock, unsure of how to respond. Well that just made it all the more fun to do.

He had arrived at the start of spring and was marvelling at all the wonderful new fashions. With arms being exposed full and rapidly rising hem lines and full of colourful prints. This was indeed the city to be in to start with. Every day that he was able to Sinzielle would ride the buses to check out all the different clothes. In his opinion, clothes were what made mortals more appealing and beautiful. With the right clothes you could take a fairly standard person and make them look so much more. The fashions in this city were some of the best he had seen for a very long time. This only served to increase his appetite and make his days far more enjoyable. Today was turning into another glorious spring day, slightly cool in the morning but the temperature was rising. The same could be said for his excitement as he looked at more clothes. With each passing mortal and the different ways they displayed who they were. Sinzielle grew just that little bit more excited and just a tiny bit hungrier than before. Overall Sinzielle preferred females over males any day of the week. He found them more interesting and open to experiments. They were willing to enjoy fully what he could do for them. Males were just there to be scared tortured and finally eaten, through whatever horrible ways he could come up with. He would often dispose of the males in an equally grisly way. He had very little love for males, beyond the delight of their suffering. This was something thought he was very good at doing. For him it came down to the way his prospective victims were dressed, the colour of their hair and the look of their eyes and lips. He loved redheads, simply adored those with black hair and admired brunettes. Blondes on the other hand were a bit more complicated. He had found them to be rather two dimensional. Most had been unlucky enough to cause him some sort of insult. This in turn caused them to suffer a rather painful and humiliating death at his hands. He did not agree with them being thought of as stupid. But had found more than a few of them willing to put up with the stereotype and even try to conform to it to please others. Still today was another day and he was determined to find a better quality meal. 

This day was to be a little different than the others, as he had a few tasks to take care of as well. He had managed to find out a little more information about those who had attack his lovers family. And with a little more digging he would be able to find out where they might be hiding. Sinzielle returned his gaze back out the window as the bus pulled up at another stop and yet more University students climbed on board the bus. He could not help but lick his lips as each one took their seat. Males and females all had one thing in common at that age. They looked so tempting and delicious that it proved very difficult to sit still. The over abundant flesh that was on show for his eyes, and nearly everybody else. A devious smile spread across his lips as another young Asian student took the seat in front of him. He could smell her jasmine perfume and see the straps of her bra beneath a thin sweater. His mind was literally overloaded with images and fragrances. And it was still only eleven in the morning. The hunger inside of him dragged his mind left and right. He sought to tear orgasmic bliss from their minds and inflict horrors on their bodies. His lust affected him more significantly, as he watched the mortals pass by. Then the young woman in front of him moved and sent a cloud of her perfume into his nose. He took a deep breath in and smelt her natural odour mixed with flowers. His mind began to stretch out as he fought the urge to touch her head. His mind connected with hers ever so briefly and planted a seed in there. One of erotic desire filled with sexual need for fulfilment, his favourite way of starting the romance. She was so close, and smelt so wonderful that he really just wanted to pull her over the seat and have his way with her. He knew that she would not have minded, not by the imagery flashing through her mind. She was rather desperate to have her desires fulfilled rather urgently. Still he needed to take care of business before he could have some fun. And whatever happened he would be able to find her again. The seed created a connection that he could hunt for and sense over great distances. No matter what happened, at some point this young student would be his to play with. The question would be how long her death would take. He giggled quietly to himself as he revealed in that single thought. Then he pulled his attention back to the view outside the window, as the bus approached the railway square stop.

The bus pulled into the stop just opposite the train station and sat for a while as the bus emptied out. Sinzielle smiled when the young woman in front of him stood up from the seat. For the briefest of moments he caught a glimpse of her pink underwear peeking out from beneath the waistband of her tight jeans. And just a hint of exposed skin before she straightened herself up and stepped down into the aisle. She turned briefly to look at Sinzielle and he could see the shiver run up her spine. She saw the look of hunger in his eyes and recognised that he desired her. The next second fear flashed across her face at the very thought of him taking her. Another confused reaction from a mortal who could not understand what he would give her. All for the very simple price of her soul, more than a deal in his books.

There was a long cue of people wanting to get on board. Sinzielle pressed his head against the window as he looked through it.  His eyes scanned through the rest of the crowd that walked past the bus. Suddenly a group of young women caught his attention. They walked past the windows and towards the traffic lights across bottom end of Pitt Street. They seemed to be around the same age. He was fairly sure that was twenty, at the very most.  At first glance they just looked like the rest of the student population, nothing really interesting. The first two young women appeared to be of Asian descent. One of them wore black leggings that clung tightly to her legs and a white long sleeve sweat shirt that hung loosely to her upper body. Her feet were adored with ankle high black boots with a low heel and brass buckles. The second wore a pair of cut of denim shorts with a pair of black transparent pantyhose covering her legs. The shorts were cut quite high, showing off allot of her thin elegant legs. She wore a tan patterned shirt that fitted loosely as well to her body. Over her shoulder she carried a black bag. Sinzielle could not help himself, as his gazed focused on their chests. They seemed to be a very mixed bunch. With what looked like petite to busty. Not that he had a problem with that. In his books all sizes and shapes were brilliant.  

The third young woman wore a tight fitting purple coloured jumper that seemed to adhere tightly to her upper body. Her breasts were far from small and jutted out so provocatively. Her lower half were covered with a pair of skin tight stretched jeans. They were a light shade of denim