Snippet Sunday bringing you a snippet from my upcoming Awaken The Elements (Dark Erotic Fantasy)

Over in the small third world countries, where poor people drink murky water and bellies grumble every day, a couple of  men dressed as doctors entered into small hospitals. They ignored the weeping pleading mothers begging for them to help their sick children. They all entered into small storage rooms, where meager hospital supplies waited to be used.

In a diminutive town in Chile, three fake doctors looked at each other as the crowded into a half empty medical storage closet.

“Do you have the time?” One asked the other.

Their eyes looked glazed over as if tweaking on some good drug. It could have been said that the look in their eyes was insanity, but only they knew the secret. The secret of a woman with floor length midnight black hair that veiled around her luminescent skin, and what she had done to them. What she had promised. A seductive dream they would kill for, exactly what they were doing.

The taller man looked at his watch, and saw it was two minutes until noon, Pacific Time. “We're on time,” he said in a dreamy voice. The promise of touching the woman again drifted through his mind. Although in hers, she knew she would never see any of the slaves she sent out. Her magic of corruption would soon spread like a wildfire.

One of the men opened a small box and took out a small liquid bottle. Each grabbed a syringe filling it with the liquid from the black bottle, and inserting the liquid into medicine and IV bags. They were to wait and witness if anything worked, and walked quickly out of the hospital. Only a nurse saw the woman’s slaves in Iraq, but she thought nothing of it.

Moorgun sat before her alter; a thin loose gown covered her. Her knees ached as she sat there watching the dark glass, waiting for the sight to start. Her old skin hang from her brittle bones, the years seemed to be catching up with her but she waited because soon He would be with her, and He would grant her eternal beauty. Again she would be able to see herself as she had been beautiful and young.

The dark glass smoked over and the visions started. She watched the sick man shake, the nurses ran over and doctors were called. After the shakes, his blood would slow down to a tinkle, and his organs would fail, but his brain would live. Every liquid in his body will carry the infection, and just a small bite to another human would cause the corruption to spread until it overran the world. And the search for her chosen would finally be at an end.  She watched as the sick started to rise with a huger they had never felt before.

Animalistic. They only thought of flesh.

“Feed, my pets,” she snickered.