STATS - 1 -
2 - 3 - 4
- MORE PATHOGENS
Ebola lifted her head. Something had
called for her. But who? Ebola slowly got up. She was wearing a tight blue
jeans and a soft-red top. They were her favourite killer-clothes. She would
add another one to her list today. Maybe she was a bit nervous. Maybe that
was why she was hearing voices. There was no-one around. It had probably
been the wind, she reassured herself.
A flash of black moved in front of her eyes. She was locked in. There was no
way out! Only the dark of the small place where she was. Ebola nearly
screamed. But within seconds her sight returned. She nearly fell back to the
ground. She was suddenly tired. Too tired.
The sounds at the door alerted her that her "date" had arrived.
She simply forgot the strange occurrence as she forgot everything that
wasn't happening in the now or that would lead her to future lust.
She thought about the boy, Ernik was his name. He was tall and slender and about 2 years
older than her 18 years. Plus he
was a candidate for the current clutch. Ebola was delighted of the idea of
killing a candidate. The hatching was near so that would mean one baby
dragon dieing. She chuckled. How she hated dragons.
"Do-gooders." she said by herself and went outside.
"Hi Ebola!" Ernik said.
"Hello." she said back and kissed him, "What are we going to
"It's a surprise."
"I love surprises!" she said, especially when they involve you
getting to know me, she thought.
Ernik led her to a small spot in the forest. Ebola, no surprise there, knew
the spot. It was notorious as a make-out spot. Ebola sat herself down and
made herself comfortable. She knew what was coming.
"Ebola." Ernik said.
"Yes?" she asked.
"You aren't like any other girl I have ever met. That's why I want to
show you my real self."
For a moment Ebola thought Ernik was in fact an illegal alien, trapped in
the -gorgeous- body of a 20-year old athlete. She could see him split open
and devolving in a green mass of puss at her feet. The image left her and
Ebola looked back at Ernik. He was still Ernik.
"Yes?" she tried again.
"Everyone thinks I am a real sports fanatic. But I have another side
about me too. I like poetry and since we've met the muses have been inspiring
me no end."
Ebola decided to wait and see what would come. In the beginning it was still
decent. But with every new poem Enrik seemed to slide down further into
clichés and silly metaphors. 'Your skin is like Morning Dew, dew new'. Was
one of the lines that caught her attention and then she slipped back down.
Ebola suddenly reared up and killed him. The kill was fast and painless. Sad
really, but she couldn't bare listening to even one more word of the maniac
poet without losing her mind. She would have to get rid of the body though. The scratches of her
nails were quite distinguishable and no-one would take his death as an
Dragging Ernik's heavy body beside her Ebola made for the lake. About half
way there she suddenly heard a noise that wasn't made by either her or the
death body. Ebola turned around.
"Who's there?" she asked.
No-one answered, but she could hear a shallow breathing to her right. When
she approached the unseen visitor he decided to run. Perfect. Ebola ran
after the intruder. He shouldn't reach the Dragonstake.
Her legs were longer and she was very familiar with the surroundings so she
gained fast. Danny, it shot through her mind. A boy, barely 8
years old. He lived only a few chambers away from her.
When she finally reached the boy he went down with a soft cry. Ebola, laying
on top of the boy pressed him hard to the ground. A second, more exciting
killing would save her day. But she wasn't really in the mood to make him
sick. He was already scared of her.
Suddenly the black flashed for her eyes again. When she came back to reality
her eyes were fixed on a very tempting, beating artery. The boys neck was
soft and tender. With one bite Ebola reached it and drank. Ebola had never
drunken blood before. Not living blood anyway. Millions of cells ran down
her body. She felt stronger than ever before. With one arm she lifted the boy up. He almost
A voice, sounding strangely familiar came in her head: "it
is too fun to stop."
Yes. Ebola thought. It was indeed too fun to stop. She was being held
back here. Only killing a few times a year. She should be out in the world
doing some real damage, having some real fun. No more sneaking around. Her
legacy was awaiting.
Ebola didn't know how she suddenly came to this insight. Something, deep
inside her had awoken and it wanted out. Ebola, not sure what it was, kept
it locked inside. Maybe Ernik would be as easy to lift as Danny, she thought
and left the small boy laying on the grass. Oblivious of the dozens of
bloody handprints on the body. Oblivious of her own bloody hands.
Back where she left Ernik she heard some talking. Carefully she approached
and looked through the trees. People. A young couple wanting to make good
use of the clearing in the woods. They'd have more fun than she had had when
Ernik had read her poems, she thought bitter. Maybe she could kill them
Suddenly the girl screamed. She jumped up and pointed. The boy looked and immediately
hurled. Wooss. The two of them ran off. Ebola, knowing she should panic
couldn't really grasp the consequences of the whole situation. Only when the couple returned with
older men she recognized from the Dragonstake, did she realise this might be
bad for her.
Quickly she turned and snuck back to the dragonchamber of her parents.
Inside she saw her hands. She would need to clean them. She stepped into her
old nursery and washed her hands multiple times, until all the blood that
was left looked like it was dirt. The dragons would smell it though. She had
to leave soon. Quickly she snagged some clothes and food. She was just about
to pull the curtain and leave when she heard voices.
"There is something wrong with
Ebola." her father said.
Ebola held her breath. They didn't know she was here, they didn't know what
had happened that day...yet. Carefully she looked through the opening in the
"She's just growing up Bascil." Her mother said.
"No Vyrusa. Stop fooling yourself. We followed her today."
Ebola gasped for breath. He had followed her?! But then he must know. She
would never get past them now. Ebola couldn't really make sense of the whole
situation. Her father wouldn't be so calm if he had seen her kill.
"We?" Vyrusa asked.
"Me and Tetnus. She was with a boy..."
"For God's sake! She's 18. That's normal."
"But is it normal that there is no trace of her and that the boy was
Her mother suddenly turned to her father in fear. "My baby?"
"I think she did it."
Her mother looked angry at her father. She had asked if Ebola was ok, not
about some silly theories Bascil might have. This seemed to be turning into one big parental fight. Her mother wouldn't
believe anything bad about her only child. Ebola sighed... maybe there was a
way to get out after all if she could get her mother alone..
Suddenly some commotion outside got their parents attention. The high sound
of a woman crying entered the room. They had brought Danny back to his
mother. Ebola smiled. Quickly she slid back into the other room and made her
way for the back door. She couldn't stay here.
Lantessama Isle - Sanrix