Livvy: The Blood Lady

Her voice was cold and menacing when she lit the torch at the wall to chase away the darkness of the tomb. The empty and void glow of her eyes briefly shimmering within the flames of the fire while she stared at the man who was curled in a ball upon the floor. A trembling figure dressed in nothing more then a rag with both his feet chained to the wall in heavy shackles.
“Have you missed me my sweetheart?”
She spoke with a feigned affection which only terrified the man more, the utter darkness in her words made him shiver when she approached him. A chill lingered around her decayed frame clad in clattering chainmail coloured the same way as the one thing she craved for most. Blood.
A constant hunger that never could be sated, a never ending quest to cause suffering to her victims.

Livvy's lips curled into an empty smile when simply watching the man at her feet, each gesture of emotions just a shallow imitation to mock the living. A neverending bitterness to mock what she had lost herself, to crush those within her grasp and their dreams.
The flame from the torch gives the pale woman an eerie glow upon her withered skin, only making her look more dangerous.
Hatred and anger ruled her every day and every action she took. Why would she care for the life of this man before her, he was weak and had barely put up a fight. How he had cried and whimpered at her torture only made the anger inside her flare in sudden rage.

“Pathetic” she thought when keeping her cold eyes casted down upon the trembling frame, the scent of blood strong around them. The stink of his sweat only a minor nuisance to her as she simply observed.
He was in his early twenties and for human standards perhaps even attractive but such trivial things deluded her and meant nothing to her. Not anymore.
The young man barely dared to move and scurried away to attempt to hide in the shadows of the walls around him, away from the woman who had caused him such pain and suffering ever since she had dragged him here.
With a sudden snort she spoke again, a soft plume of icy cold washing into the air together with her menacing words. Every resonating threat in her tone filled with menace and revealing that she felt no remorse nor was able to feel pity.

“Let's see how long you last today my sweetheart, your cries are so sweet I crave more of them.”

He instantly started whimpered and pleading, both his arms moving to cover his head in an instinctive gesture of self-protection. Resisting is something he had learned to be pointless at this stage, in any case it only made things worse.
“No ..please ... no more ... enough ...” His voice was hoarse and weak she had already broken his spirit in only two days.
Livvy spat her words into his direction, only feeling annoyed at the pathetic display before her.
“The more you beg the more I will enjoy your screams”

The constant craving to torture was nothing but a display of her own bitter heart. Ever since she had been freed from the Lich King she had not felt anything else but the consuming loathing and anger and had started to “live” her life according to it.
It had driven her into a dangerous state of mind in which she only found satisfaction in hurting others to remove the smoldering loss of her own life.

Not that she knew any of this, her heart void of emotions that had been lost ever since the day she had drawn her last breath. In time “Alivia” had turned into what she thought she was completely. A walking corpse with no purpose yet she would not end her miserable afterlife. Not before she had ruined the life of those worthless of such gift. Or perhaps even miraculously make them see what they are blessed with and that they should cherish what they have, even if that isn't her intention.

She was a malicious charade of a living woman, cooing in her echoing cold tone. Knowing very well how her pretending to be what she used to be scared those within her presence. Constantly mocking her own existance with bitter jokes and drenching sarcasm to rub in their faces what she had become. Putting up constant displays of an eerie girlyness only making her current appearance more gruesome.

One of her armoured hands moved down to snap at the young man's head to jerk him to his feet with a violent and strong pull with his hair within her grasp. Slamming him into the wall she pinned him there with her own body while her lips started to curl into a wicked smirk full of bad intentions.
“Let's play .. I'm so curious how long you'll last, you're weak and I want to see your limit”

The death knight's voice was spoken softly as if she was adressing her lover, a sarcastic and acted affection while she caresses her free hand down the man's smudged and teary face. Terror and fear was not only seen on his expression but she could almost taste it in the air. It felt good to be able to ridden her heart of some of the hatred she carried with her every blasted day.

Oh how she loathed those that were unworthy of life, those that barely put up a fight to continue tpo posses what they still had. A beating heart.
She had been worthy, a strong warrior of the alliance who didn't easily give up and yet here she stood. A weak resemblance to the woman she was in life, her withered skin pale and her once bright green eyes an icy blue.
Scourge, undead, an abomination.
With a sudden snarl she rams the man's head into the wall, drawing more blood from his already beaten body, inhaling the scent with a malicious satisfaction.

“Scream for me you pathetic human being!” Livvy yells into his face, sending a cold shiver of fright into the man who has no strenght left to put up a fight.
It was her own strenght that was the cause that she had been cursed with this existance. The woman had never given in to despair of the torment she had been through when she was still alive. She would have welcomed death but she had fought untill her last breath and she had been brought back as a slave of the former prince of Lordaeron due to her strong spirit.

Her empty and blazing eyes locked upon the tearfilled ones of the nameless guy within her grasp and she gritted her teeth in a rush of fury. The hand that was stroking the warm skin underneath her mailclad fingers made their way down to rest against his chest. He realised very well what was about to occur because he sudden began struggling with a loud scream of agony even if Livvy had not done anything yet.
“Nooooooooo!”
It only encouraged her, the anger calming down upon the sweet sound of his fear. Her flexing fingers pressing into his chest as she called upon his own blood, making it rush towards her hand upon his chest. Manipulating the flow expertly while her hand works as a magnet to the crimson liquid.
He trashes in pain with his veins being sucked dry from blood, agony heard in his desperate and hoarse screams, but he has no where to go. She had him where she wanted him and the woman once known as Alivia Haemont would not let him go untill he would be meaningless to her.
Probably soon seeing she was losing interest already in the weak and easily broken man she had caught on the road to Darkshire.
No she didn't kill those she put her hands on and none of them ever talked about the torment the woman put on her, she was carefull enough not to overdo her cruelty and she never picked them in the same areas or never too soon after the previous one.

Her cackling laughter was close to his ear when she suddenly forced every drop of blood to be pumped back into his veins, it felt like an explosion from head to toe. An agonizing and painfull experience which had the weakened man nearly pass out. He was exhausted and hung his head with heavy and ragged breaths. Struggling visibly between his screams to inhale, each movement excruciating. The menacing tone of her whisper sent him into a sudden series of sobbing, tears falling down the dirty skin of his face and staining it even more with the smeared blood colouring the tears that are falling down his cheeks.

“Are you ready to die darling? I think it's time to end your misery, time to end what you do not deserve”

The experience of what she did next made him open his eyes in terror, she was killing him! He felt how his heartbeat slowed down underneath her palm, how she took controll of it without even showing one flinch of emotion.
“No .... pl...aaaaaaargh nnoooooo ...STOOOOOP”
He died, Livvy forced his heart to stop beating but with an annoyed growl pumped the blood back where it belonged after a few seconds, forcing him to remain alive. He gasped for air and stared at her in disbelief, every colour drained from the man's face while his body buckled, losing all strenght to support his own weight.
“You want more my love?”
Livvy stares at him while posing the question and he can't see any remorse, no emotion that would save his life within the empty abyss of her terrifying cold gaze so he simply whimpers. Giving in to the inevitable of dying due to her actions.

“Weak! Worthless!”
With another agitated growl she suddenly launches the man to the side into the wall where his shackles are attached into the stone and walks out without another word. Each step she takes a heavy stomp onto the ground. Snatching the torch from it's socket on her way out to leave the now unconsious man to his own fate for now in the dark and damp enviroment of the tomb. A constant angered hissing following the female when she paces out of the tomb, uttering furious curses with a faint snarling building in her throat.

Only guided by the never calming anger and fury within her bitter heart Alivia -Livy- Haemont paces down the forests of Duskwood, having no way to remove the burden of her existance while she watches those weakminded living humans around her poluting the air she once needed. Making her rage uncontrollably that she had given her life to save -them-.

You scare me.