Page 3 of Marked for Sin

“Yes, I'm done with her, sweetheart. She is all yours,” I cooed.

I patted her on the head as she grinned widely, revealing her shark-like teeth, right before she ran over to the bed.

The girl screamed and swung her fist at my sister but it was too late. With one chomp the sound of bones snapping echoed through the room. With one more snap, the girl's spine was severed in two, blood spewing from her body as my sister’s teeth ripped through her flesh like a knife through butter. Now that she was unable to move, my sister took her time eating. The virgin’s screams and moans of agony shrieked out as my sister ate her while she was still conscious but paralyzed from the injury down.

My sister was a master at torture. Not even I could match her skill. She was an artist painting her masterpiece.

Waving goodbye to her before blowing her a final kiss, I watched the girl's eyes fill with tears.

Once her life faded, my sister sat on the bed and began cracking her body parts, detaching her limbs whole and shoving it down her mouth. Her stomach accepted the reward for the kill by stretching itself to accommodate the extra mass. It was the most morbid picture. I couldn't take my eyes off it no matter how many times I had seen it done. One by one her limbs were devoured. Suddenly, all that was left of her was her torso.

Blood poured from my bed and splashed onto the floor, adding to the thick metallic tang in the air. I was fascinated by the human contraption of a water bed but had decided to give it my own pleasurable spin. It did not disappoint. In fact, the current sight brought me pure excitement.

My sister, kind and sharing being she was, smiled at me as she offered the torso in my direction.

I waved my hand, motioning for her to continue and gently declined her offer. “That's all yours, little sister.”

She obliged by opening up her mouth wide again, so she could devour the last bit of her piece by piece.

The echo of bones snapping played through the room like an orchestra. I was sure the others nearby could also hear the beautiful music of death.

After a few more minutes of chewing, she finished with her meal. Her tongue soaked up the remaining blood, her face filled with pure ecstasy.

“She was so delicious, brother.” She said licking up the remnants of blood around her mouth.One could say, my beloved sister was a very sloppy eater. “Did you enjoy her, brother? I heard you two in here. Seems like your needs were fulfilled, yes?”

“Oh yes, for a while, my beautiful little sister.” I smiled lovingly. “Okay, Gluttony, you go digest. I have a job to do and afterward, I'm sure I will have more for you to eat. How does that sound?”

She smiled widely with blood stains around her mouth.She was so beautiful to me.

She nodded her head excitedly before obediently leaving the room.

Though we were from Clan Letos, we were a bit different from the rest of them. My family had seven siblings, each one of our names was a representation of our personality. I was Lust and my baby sister was Gluttony. One of us was missing, Greed, but I would find her tonight. She was very close to me and a favorite. Out of all of our siblings, we were the most alike.

I walked over to my dresser where my cell phone and money sat. I checked my device and noticed I hadn't received a text or a call back from Greed. She had been missing for a couple of nights, so I figured that she had maybe found a new toy to play with. But she still hadn't called or come home yet which was unlike her. I needed to find out where she was. Hopefully, she didn’t get herself into any type of trouble.

Heading toward the attached bathroom, I quickly washed off the remnants of blood on my skin before making my way toward my closet. I grabbed new clothes and changed into a black shirt and black jeans. Grabbing my biker jacket in the same color, I collected my obsidian helmet and walked out of the house.

The Letos Mansion was formerly owned by the humans a few centuries past, until Mathias took it over. Set in a secluded grassy field surrounded by forestry, it was a beautifully bricked building with hundreds of rooms; it sat in the upper most region of our territory, close enough to keep an eye on the activities of Clan Corrus and Disaris without being close enough for them to be privy to what went on down here.

Among the elite families of Clan Letos, only a few were allowed to stay within the Mansion. We Aarons chose the bottom floor. Other members who came through occupied whatever room was available at the time. As for the upper families, they permanently had their assigned rooms on different levels, based on their position and the hierarchy in the clan.

Occasionally, random Letos families scattered in the Northern region came to visit sporadically, which was why we were plagued by Ian’s presence.

I made my way to the sidewalk where my black sportbike sat waiting to be unleashed on the unsuspecting streets. With my helmet fastened to my head, I climbed on, kicked up the kickstand and fired her up to life. She purred beautifully between my legs. After a few revs, I accelerated onto the street in first gear, then second and third. The rpm’s on the tachometer climbed as my bike sang like a choir boy.

I headed toward one of the places I knew she might have visited—a place filled with humans. Up ahead was an old bridge that crossed a large body of water. The old bridge was beaten with chunks of damaged asphalt missing from a time before we took over. A common sight around these parts. I downshifted my bike to neutral when the sound of another bike could be heard coming up behind me, downshifting as well before the rider pulled the bike right beside mine.

It seemed we were both headed in the same direction, close to the border of the Disaris territory. The danger of riding so close gave me a sense of excitement. I was Lust and I did as I wished.

The beautiful silhouette of a woman who had the body of a goddess wrapped in an old leather jacket sat on a pieced together version of a motorcycle. It looked like scrap metal that had been put together then welded. I was surprised it ran at all. I sat there in appreciation of her version of a bike. Her long, brunette hair hung from beneath her helmet, tantalizing me. I was completely intrigued by the woman though I still couldn’t see her face.Was she another Letos vampire, I wonder?

She nodded at me as a sign of acknowledgement and off she went, slowly crossing the bridge. Once she reached the good part of the road, she quickly shifted through her gears, increasing her speed with every twist of the throttle. Her mystery pulled me in like a moth to the flame. I had to follow. I felt like a wild beast searching for its next victim.

She rode recklessly and took her bike to its very limits at the highest of speeds, swerving in and out of the lines in the road. She lived her life on the edge the same way I did. I continued to follow her, yawning at her risk taking because they were easily done by an advanced rider. When I caught up to her, I revved my bike alerting her I was there.

She flipped up her visor revealing green eyes. I was already in love with her. As if her eyes weren’t enough to entice me, her voice came out sultry to my ears. “You're following me, huh?”

“Oh, not at all beautiful. I was just admiring your bike and lack of riding skills. Perhaps you should allow me to give you a ride to teach you properly.” I was feeling pretty proud of myself. I sounded slick.

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