ELISH
…Oh Crap...
I crumbled on the bathroom floor. My stomach was empty and they just made me cough up whatever was left. With the force I used to regurgitate that meal, I am surprised I did not see my kidney in the toilet too.
I heard footsteps coming down the passage. I was lying on my back and certainly not prepared to look. The steps were light. It must be the Leo boy coming here.
When he that was coming, arrived at the door. I heard the words.
"Are you alright?"
I strained my eyes to look at him.
"No," I replied.
Apparently, all my strength went out of my mouth too that moment. Great weakness descended on me. Suddenly, my eyes began to close. But I didn't I feel like I was falling asleep, I felt like I was losing grip over myself. Like something was enveloping my consciousness.
I felt Chills ran down my spine. What is it? What is taking over me? I was beginning to quiver all of sudden.
… oh my God… am scared.
I stretched out my hand.
'Some one, something, anything please hold me, I don't want to fall asleep'
Leo neared and took my hand.
"What going on? Are you okay, Talk to me. Hey…" His voice faded away.
I tried to speak but I could only mutter
"I don't want to fall asleep".
AUTHOR
The creature opened it's closed eyes. There was something before it, like a thin green strand sticking up from the floor. It looked closer at the strand. The green thing wiggled. The creature spring up immediately growling at it. The sound came out loud but not as loud as it used to be. Noticing, it stopped.
First, that thing on the ground was harmless and second, why was it sounding so small. Unconvinced, it went on fours and hollowed at the moon. It was louder now but not like that of last night.
'Something's not right?'
The beast looked around, sniffing the air. Looking for a scent. It's big nose went north, east, south… it caught the smell. Still on fours , it ran towards it. Above a tree stump, trampling on grasses, crushing dead leaves, flashing past trees; it literally flew out the bushes landing on wet sand. It was looking for water. It's senses were just right, there was a small stream here. The beast neared the river and stared at it's reflection. It may not be able to behave differently from other animals but it could think, comprehend, decide, realize and right now, it just found out that it had shrank.
It all seemed to still be there; the four fangs, tips pointed like thorns and the sharper molars that made up the rest of its teeth. The Misty blue color of its eyes were veiled by dark red, it's pupils gone. All it's glowing dark and grey fur standing on its ends like rough spikes. It's claws were smaller, thinner but still extended pretty far and seemed pricklier and sharper like nail shaped knives with double edges.
Under the light of the half moon, it stood it's fore limbs on a tree stomp, like a nightmare. A beast from hell which it was. It's ferocity had intensified but it's height had gone down to that of a humanoid and surely, it realized, it was a wolf… a werewolf and…
The beast pulled into itself; it was hunger. Where would it go to find food now…
Suddenly there was a scent in the air, a delicious one. It's nose twitched. A stench of sweat, of flesh. About a 200 mile away but it could still sense the beings. Two beings in fact.
'Dinner.'
The creature turned to the distance and made for it.
* * *
"Delaney, am not so sure about this". Just like he had been doing since they left home, he beckoned on her to get a change of mind.
Delaney's fingers, which were interlocked in his, remained as she pulled him on, dragging him through the little crowd of vegetation behind her house. Heading for the little escape they built in a huge tree far from her home. She was giggling softly and pulling him forward, paying no attention to his pleas.
You see, Devan is such a scaredy cat. Even though he would be twenty-five soon, living in that farm with his parents for so long and mingling with so few people had made him unbelievably innocent.
But Delaney was no simple country gal, she was from the city. Chaste, yes but she was not planning to stay that way too long. Then she accidentally traveled home and stomped unto him while running from house chores. 6ft 5inches and she was 5ft. He was under the afternoon sun, his shirt tied to his waist and sweat caressing the contours of his abs. Light brownish hair and bright fair skin glowing from that distance. The jeans he wore were tight on all the areas she liked. Her ruffling noises in the corn maze had drawn him to Stare at her with his surprisingly fading green eyes. He flexed his sculpted muscles at her in a hello. That day, she decided he would be her first.
Now they were climbing up the tree, making to the wooden house. He was no longer complaining; he must be thinking that it was a getaway like the nights before but Delaney had gotten a little ecstasy in her system so she had other plans.
Delaney made it up first. Hurling her staggering self to a wooden pillar rising from the floor to the roof. Devan climbed up next.
"Delaney," he spoke In between excited laughter.
"You can be..." he didn't finish. She didn't let him.
Her hands fell on his chest pushing him backwards. His collided with the wall.
"Delan…" Her face came close. She let his name seductively crawl out of her mouth.
"Devan." Her hands wondered around his waist. He gulped. His legs squeezed together the feeling.
"Look at me." He did. Her lips pressed on his. She kissed him, she kissed him again and then, let go.
He was breathing fast now, burning up inside.
"Delaney," he whispered her name.
She moaned at the sensation it gave her. She grabbed his shirt… they were in the way. He was wearing an old beach top. Her desire forced her to tear them apart with her hands. They were leaning on the tree house's door. Their weight cracked the handle, it broke. Devan fell in, his back meeting the ground but he could not feeling the impact because of the thick wooly fabric that saturated the floor. Delaney was over him.
Some of his fighting spirit had returned.
"Delaney, we said we…"
Her lips shut his mouth, he felt her tongue crawl in. She grabbed his nipple and squeezed them. He moaned. She wanted to hear more. Her fingers creeped into his jeans. She touched it. Devan's eyes widened. He turned over immediately. Delaney pinned to the floor instead.
"You are going too far… Delaney."
The last words were a whisper. He was staring at her sleepy eyes and her wet black lips. The tight squeeze her belly top gave her and those tiny shorts she was wearing.
"I want you." She rolled her tongue after uttering those words.
'I quite being nice. She came at me. Let's say, we were young'
He grabbed her breast, she tried to moan, he stifled it with his lips. He bit them. She scratched his back in love struggle. Forcing him to let out his tongue in her mouth, saliva followed them. He was breathing hot air. She was high too.
"I want more. I want more." She begged. He pressed his free hand on the floor, it creaked. He lowered himself closer.
...…
It looked up and saw the house above. It had found where the scents went. The creature's eyes flew to the tree that held the house, it's body moving too. With the thorn sharp and slender but razor nails, it dug into the tree's bark and began to climb up, fast. Very fast.
The tree made cracking noises announcing as loud as it could, to the couple in the house above that danger was here but…
.....
Devan had penetrated. Delaney dug her short nails into his back letting out a deep moan. Devan's lips found hers again, pressing hard onto them.
Unconsciously, he propped up a little to let his hands grab her other breast. He squeezed them too.
"More." Delaney demanded. Her shut eyes forced open by the excitement but she didn't see what she wanted to see.
(DELANEY'S POV)
Mother was right, the innocent ones are the best in bed. I really thought I would be in control so I kissed him first and I don't know why the door broke out but I guess our desire was too heavy for it to carry. Immediately we met the ground, the fall jugged my senses. I guess I took far too much ecstasy, I realized. But did I care… No.
A chunk of masculinity, chiseled abs and the devil in between those evil thighs; I wanted them all. I could not wait anymore. His pleas fell on deaf ears, My hands slipping into his jeans. I was reaching out to grab it. I could only get a gentle touch when he turned us over immediately. I was completely drunk now, he intoxicated me. Head filled with passion, I could only hear one thing
'Don't regret it.'
Oh, I had no intention of doing so. The foreplay had already tired me and I wanted the actual thing. He heard my heart's throb and he gave me what I wanted. The penetration was a painful exotic feeling. I had never felt so excited by hurt. I was digging into his back the next moment. He was grabbing all my sensitive places. The squeezing was too intense, my eyes gaped Open. But it wasn't he that I saw. It was retribution.
Darkness submerging it, all I caught glimpse of was its eyes. Devan was still overwhelmed with me, his back turned too, he did not notice until the nightmare moved and I screamed.
"Devan!!!"
Long claws tore out through his stomach.
"Ahh!!"
I screamed again. Blood coughed out of Devan's month, slashing on my face. I pushed him, tearing my self away. His thing slipping out of me. I scurried to my fours to run; those claws grabbed my leg and flung me. My head met the wall first. I heard my skull crack. There was a bitter taste in mouth and warmth suddenly dripping from my head as I slipped to the floor. Everything was blurry. The hit completely shattered my brain's functioning. I tried to move, I wanted to move but I was paralyzed.
Sitting on the floor where my body had rested on; legs apart, head crooked, skull bleeding and my eyes wide open. I saw the beast of my most evil dreams dig both hands into Devan's behind and growling loudly as it forced those knife nails to rip open Devan's back, clasping them onto his spinal cord almost Immediately after. It yanked on the bone pulling it with the left while the right hand hit on Devan's neck to break his spine from it's connection to the skull. Devan's face was flat on the ground, his eyes bulged up and staring at me. His body shook to the pleasure of the beast. I stared back at everything, sitting still but in my mind I was begging…
'Please I want to die before it gets to me. Please god, anyone… please I don't want it to come here. Please!!! Plea…'
It stopped. Every sound stifled.
It looked at me. Hands slipping out of Devan's dismembered corpse. There was a steering. It, going from two legs to a crouch of four moving until it's face was now so close to mine. I could smell the reek of blood.
My tears tricked. I pleaded with my open eyes. It pinned it's dark red gaze on them, coldly listening to the echoes of my internal cries.
Then it did something. It smirked.
That gut twisting bewitched smile was the last I saw before my neck broke in-between it's Teeth.
AUTHOR
The beast creeped out of the tree house, foot stamps of blood following behind it. It looked up to the moon and howled. It had eaten to a full stomach tonight. Surprisingly, it went on its twos and took the stairs down the tree house. It was too heavy to carry itself down. The ground was not too far, it was down in no time, it's wet legs collecting dirt as it made to took more steps forward.
The scratching of leaves sticking to the drying blood began to give it discomfort. Displeased, the beast turned towards the way it came, heading straight for the river. The moon was fleeing and morning was fast approaching. It's consciousness was beginning to weaver. Another being was taking over and it's presence was the urge drawing him to go back.
It did. Successfully making it to the river but it's time outside had run out. The beast fiddled like a sick dog and lay by the water, sleep stealing it.
ELISH
I left out hot air from my nostrils, a sign that I was finally wake. But not wanting to open my eyes, I rolled to my left side attempting to take any other position and continue sleeping that was, upsettingly interrupted by sand flying into my nose when I inhaled.
The tiny stones flew in so fast that I would bet all my money that they got to my brain. The mind wreaking shock shot me face up and sneezing forcefully immediately. I curse at the same time.
"Shit, shit, freaking Shit."
'What the hell was that. Crap!'
Completely focused on what I was doing, I sat up on the sandy floors picking my nose to get all the sand out. I really wished I could pick my brain too. Oh, who ever caused this is so dead, I decided.
I was running my index finger into my nose when I absentmindedly looked around me. The background struck me still.
'Where the hell am I'
I was sitting in front of a body of water and the faint sign of daylight illuminated on its surface. When did I get here? I rocked my brain. All I got was hazy memories of throwing up in a toilet. There was no connection with what I did last and where I was now.
'Wait, did they drop me off here when I blacked out? The way they were just so good to me, was this the plan all along! The Girl?'
She came to mind immediately. I suddenly found strength to stand up and walk. But to which direction? Like I don't even know where they freaking are. My eyes went to the river, it was flowing north I realized. I remember when I was studying the house I noticed it was located some worth to the north. The two entities were conveniently on that same direction; My luck.
"Maybe I should follow the river," It was rhetorical and I acted out the answer. My feet steps towards the river was a physical reply to my question. The nearer I got to the river, the clearer my reflection showed. Honestly, I was surprised to see Me.
My chin was shaven clean to the point that it looked as If I never had hair. The way my shoulders stood up straight and broad with the giant lumps I called muscle. I did not remember seeing anyone that looked so defined with eyes of the same color as mine; among them all. I also noticed, I was naked… again.
"Oh. Crap, they didn't even leave me with clothes. Is that how ill I made them feel. Well, I have no intention of staying with them. I just want the girl."
Funny that I can't tell why I do. A smirk seductively appeared on my lips. I spotted it from my reflection in the water and also something dark and dry at the tips of my nails. Instinctively, I rose it to my nose and sniffed it.
'Blood'
I looked at my other nails, at my feet… it's everywhere.
'What the hell happened to me when I blacked out?'