#VAMPIRE COMBAT FETISH SKIN#

The noise alerted another creature in the kitchen, which with a sickly roar, came galloping forward in an awkward gait, being put down quickly with a shot from the gun. I batted some flies out of the way as I proceeded down the stairs, fired again, killing the creature waiting at the bottom. This was wear the buzzing noise was coming from a swarm of overly-large flies clung to the walls, my powerful vision able to see the pin-like mouths sucking greedily at the flesh.

I proceeded down the stairs, recognised from the videotape. I shuddered, keeping my distance from the walls, leaving the room and entering the hallway. The flesh covering the walls was equally stained, pitted, the smell of stale sweat and fear clinging to the air, soaking my skin, turning my stomach.

#VAMPIRE COMBAT FETISH SKIN#

Two chairs, their 'leather' backs a tight skin canvas, stained and marked from the act of change. A bed, comprising the bones of human and animal alike. My sense of calm fragmented as I took in the small details. As it jumped, I raised the gun, firing into it's abnormally wide mouth, stepping back as ash spread over the floor. It was becoming difficult to take the creatures seriously now, as killing them was becoming routine. The creature advanced on it's hands, making that now-familiar gasping noise. I took a step into the room, my head torso quickly turning towards the sound of shattering wood from my left. Double checking the combat shotgun I had with me, I used the barrel to move the door, which slid easily along it's track. The sliding door to the building was partially ajar. I ignored the noise, coming to a trellis wrapped in vines, which gave me access to the top floor patio. This time, the sound was that of a swarm of blowflies, coming from the inside of the house. As I proceeded around the building trying all the doors, I caught wind of another hum. The back of the house held an empty swimming pool, unused for quite some time.

Swearing, I came back down the stairs, and opened the side gate, looking for another way in. The humlike voice stopped, with the sound of retreating footsteps. I pulled at the door handle, finding it locked. A rhythmic chanting, and the wet sound of flesh being cleaved from bone. Walking up the stairs to the door, I paused, hearing what sounded like murmuring from the other side.

Theoretically, it could be passed off as necessary for privacy, or perhaps a photo-sensitive film shoot. Part 44 Chapter XLI: From his flesh I built my house.įrom the outside, King's Way looked much like any well-to-do house in the neighbourhood, save for the thick metal-film coverings of all the doors and windows.

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