Emerging from my grave naked except for my choker, I released a demonic screech as I failed to contain the anger within, echoing across the entire forest. Literally so mad that I didn't even bother questioning how I did that.
The pieces of shits didn't even bother clothing me! Luckily, they buried my clothes alongside me, but oh man, does that mean I have to dive back down again? It's gotta be around fifteen feet, those assholes really planned to leave no trace.
Wait a minute, it 'should' be pitch black down there since it's the dead of night. How can I see as clearly as if it's daylight? Fuck, I'll worry about that later.
I grabbed my clothing down below and immediately climbed back up top. As I finished putting my shirt and jeans back on, a grim realization hit me.
"My bike!" The worry made me blurt the words out loud. "My precious baby!"
Those varsity jocks are so dead if they happen to touch a single screw!
I need to get out of this forest and make sure my bike's okay!
Feeling my back pocket, my Motorola flip phone's battery already died. I just charged this last night before heading to the party, how long was I out?
With my jacket still on the floor I grabbed it, only for the polaroid photos contained within them to fall to the floor.
These pictures, they are mine. Naked and passed out on top of the pool table.
I remember now, I was drugged, and these photos are proof.
I can feel my chest about to explode from anger, giving way to another howl from hell, louder than my previous one.
Okay, something is definitely wrong with me, but what!?
I can see in the dark, I can release a scream so horrifying it might make me piss my pants if I wasn't so consumed by rage right now.
Am I…
Am I possessed?
What did those stupid assholes turn me into!?
Calm down, Annalise.
Think.
Whatever they have made me become, can I use it to make a turn on them?
Suddenly, a large brown bear walked into view. Its size is enough to strike fear into any hiker's heart.
For me, it was prey.
An inexplicable hunger assailed at the thought of delicious raw flesh, its juicy blood flowing down my throat.
I ran, my legs carried me faster than an olympian sprinter. The bear turned around to run, sensing that a possessed human was something you shouldn't fuck with, but before it could even get far, I was able to tackle it and pin it to the ground.
The bear growled, was it confused how a slender woman was able to hold it down?
Sorry, it's not my hobby to go deep into forests and wrestle down bears but I'm so fucking hungry right now I could eat a horse, or in this case, a bear.
On reflex, my jaws stretched like it was dislocated as my entire mouth deformed into a sinister set of demonic teeth, jagged and sharp.
I bit down and removed a huge chunk of its neck. Its tender flesh was oh so sweet, it tastes like 5 star steak but ultra fucking raw, it's inexpensive too! The blood that I sucked was more tasty than any red wine.
My brutal fine dining was halted as I finally felt stuffed. The grizzly scene of a bear without its neck, bathing in its own blood made me giggle.
Looks like I CAN use this possession to my advantage.
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"Fuck, man, the cops grilled me all day today. But I didn't crack. I think we just might weather through this. Yeah, sure, bye buddy."
Sitting on the terrace of their well off house, Greg closed his flip phone. The teen grabbed a beer from his cooler right belo, cracking open a cold one in his left hand.
Ice cold beer just pairs well with the night breeze. The only thing better was the fact that the dumb cops absolutely have zero clue where they buried Anna's body.
It's been 4 days since that bitch started to croak. Greg and his friends might just make it out of the interrogation as long as one of them doesn't buckle under pressure.
Suddenly, Greg heard the fizzling of a can right behind him.
Greg turned around and fell ass first to the floor. Crawling backwards to where the railings was, distancing himself from the now Zombie Anna or whatever she might be.
It was Anna gulping his beer in one go.
"Anna, how are you alive!? You had no pulse, we even buried you deep underground!"
Anna gestured one sec with her finger, relishing in the golden taste of beer. With a satisfied 'Aaaah', Anna crushed the can and threw it behind her.
"You tell me, I woke up tonight all naked in the middle of some woods with no memory of what happened. Cafe to explain what happened to me, Greg?"
Anna nonchalantly sat in the chair that Greg abandoned, even crossing her legs as a sign of how in control she was of the situation.
The blood all over Anna's jacket and mouth rattled Greg at first, but now that Anna appeared to be normal, he tried to get up and as she won't let a woman intimidate her. There has to be some scientific explanation how Anna survived, this is real life, not some horror flick.
"You passed out in Nathan's basement, you dumb broad, we thought you had a heart attack, we don't want to be framed for murder so we buried you in the woods. But now that you're okay, I'll accompany you to the police so we can clear things up."
Heart attack at the age of 18, with a slender frame like hers? Greg was such a clown that it made Anna laugh.
"You're such a terrible liar, Greg, I don't know what Linda ever saw in you. And one more thing Greg, I am FAR from okay."
"What do you mean?"
Ann stood and sprinted, erasing the distance between them in a single second.
Without mercy, Anna choked Greg, but she won't crush his windpipe just yet.
An athlete with a toned body, Greg tried to punch Anna's face repeatedly but it was no use, his punches had no effect Greg might as well punch a brick wall. No doubt it would have wounded Greg's pride being buff and all, if only he wasn't fearing while struggling for his life.
"THIS is what I meant!"
Anna's mouth transformed into that of a demon like before, sinking her razor sharp teeth into Greg's neck. Its jagged formation made for some nasty wounds.
"Bleh! You taste like shit, Greg." Anna's voice was layered, like there was another on top of her own that was demonic and distorted. "I suggest you tell me where my motorcycle is right now or I would drop you into the cold hard floor."
Bleeding profusely, Greg answered out of fear, "Nathan told me he scrapped it!"
"You scrapped my motorcycle!"
In Anna's anger, Greg was thrown off the three storey terrace. Landing face first into the floor, shattering his skull.
Anna's mouth returned to its usual form, veering into a grin, that's one target off her list.