She tries to scream as she runs, but her
lungs are on fire and working like bellows. Only pathetic yipping sounds issue
from her throat, and they are a waste of precious energy. Tears blur her
vision, and she tries to blink them back, to swipe them back with her hand, to
swallow the knot of them clogging her throat as she runs on through the dense
growth.
Moonlight barely filters down through the canopy of trees. The light is
surreal, nightmarish. Branches lash at her, cutting her face, her arms. Her
toes stub and catch on the roots of the oak and huckleberry trees that grow
along the soft, damp earth, and she stumbles headlong, twisting her head around
to see how near death is behind her.
Too near. Too calm. Too deliberate. Her heart pounds hard enough to
burst.
Need drives the predator. Not the need for food, but for a substance of
another kind. A need for blood, a taste for death. A need to punish a desire to
inflict pain. To watch pain grow like a cancer, from a simple response into
something all-consuming. A need to control and a need to play God.
To play. A Game. The thought brings a smile. The smile brings a chill to
the prey. For every game there is a loser. The one bound and held captive knows
the outcome before the game begins. For the victim there is no game, only
anticipation, pain, terror, and, death.
No one hears her screams. No one comes to her aid. There are no saviors
in the forest of the black. Cruelty here is a way of life, Death as commonplace
as snakes. Danger hidden in beauty. No salvation. No justice. just life, death,
the hunter, and the hunted.
Later that night, a killer stepped from the forest, yet beauty shown
threw in his youth his hands were tainted with blood. His eyes were blood shot
and his sneer was malice. Slowly he made his way towards the buildings, a calm
look that was once again deliberate. Once he entered the building his face
started to change, started to soften under the dim light that the poorly lit
room gave off.
A girl stood from a table, walking to him.
"S-Samantha?" he murmured, his eyes shifting back to their
original blue."I'm losing my control on Creante tonight." His side
was drenched in a dark red liquidfrom a wound that caused him to cringe. His
arm coiled around his side and he dropped to one of his knees in apin. His mind
was off... he was thinking about his mother again. He was beating himself up
for it once more... and that girl... why did it all happen? Why did he have to
have this... this... thing in him?
"Sabin...!?!" Samantha dropped down and curled her arms under
his. "Stand up Sabin... Don't let him take over you. I won't allow it
again." She looked down, lifting her left hand to see the blood covering
it, some Sabins, but the rest.. it couldn't have been his own. There was too
much blood for it to be his own. "Oh god, Sabin..." She looked up at
him as they crouched on the floor by the door of the Inn. She was concerned,
worried for him... his safety... and even hers... but, she was too bull headed
to care about herself at the moment.
His eyes were slowly flickering back to a blood shot red.. a dark
crimson color overtook his entire eye. Soon a deep throaty laugh escaped his
lips that dripped with venom more deadly than a snake bites. Fangs slid down
over his bottom lip and he chuckled. "Oh my dear... dear.. Samantha. How
foolish you are..." sabin cooed, though it wasn't him... it was Creante
once again. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back to the floor, biting
his nails deep into her flesh. He leaned over her, too close for any comfort.
Samantha yelped in pain and she tried to move under his weight but it
was no help. It only made it harder for her when she noticed the more she
kicked the more his claws hooded deeper into her shoulders. She was now shaken,
her eyes wide and fear struck. She looked like a dear in the headlights of a
massive Simi-truck? and Creante loved every moment.
"Hello love, whats wrong...?" His eyes caught the beads of
blood gathering by his finger tips. At the sight of the first one falling he
leaned down to her and licked the small blood flow from the base of her neck,
where he was now holding her, to her left ear and whispered. "I should
have done this far... far... before he got a chance to get attached. But now I
get to cause him true pain." He chuckled, his lips slowly parting as he
leaned forward, biting down on her neck. Her flesh made a sickening popping
sound as his fangs entered the first layer of skin; a rich flow of warm life
running over his tongue.
Samanthas nose creased gently, biting down hard as a sharp pain pierced
her throat. She let out a faint whimper... wishing for Sabin to return.
"Sabin... pleas! Come back to me... Pleas!?" She cried, but only the
Creante would respond by releasing his deadly bite and laughing aloud.
"Oh dear girl... he's lost... he's never coming bac-..." His
eyes widened, biting down unbearably hard into her shoulders with his nails as
he cringed. Creantes eyes flickered back and forth between a bright blue and
red? but then Sabin finally prevailed.
"Sam-..." He sat up and leaned his back to the closed door,
shaken and more than mad at himself for letting the Anju win... even for just a
moment. "I'm sorry..."
"No Sabin..." She murmured and pushed up, cringing as the
blood running down her arms and neck slowed its flow. "In fine... I'm just
glad you're with me once again." She cooed, her lips bowing into a faint
smile as she knelt in front of him. She slid her hands around the sides of his
neck and kissed him, holding onto him for dear life.
Sabins eyes closed and he held close to her... Never wanting to loose
something so dear to him ever again.
(C) RAVEWOLF '05