What Hides in the Dark - Taking the lead

"Patrolling has become a real pain lately. When are you going to let me take the lead Angie?"

Angie dismissed his comment with a simple wave of her hand and continued her relaxed walk holding her favorite crossbow hanging down. She was so used to having it there on her hand that it was almost like an extension of her arm.

"Don't call me Angie. You know you are way too sure of yourself to take the lead. I don't want you to get yourself killed, especially if the lead we got on the couple was correct."

Brad started to kick the stones on his way, taking deep breaths to prevent from having another burst of anger. He measured his words, considered well what he was to reply and what eventually come through his mouth was nothing but another proof of the cockiness she accused him with.

"I saved you last night and you know I can handle myself well. You are the one getting overprotective of me."

She halted and turned to face him. The look on her eyes was a mixture of anger, hurt and most of all disappointment. Her voice was stone cold unlike the words that came out, making it even more awkward to  simply say what she needed to say.

"Listen to me, you were the one pressing that I got involved with you. I warned you of the consequences of that. If it was just sex like I wanted, it wouldn't have gotten this way and you know it. Do you think I like to bring you with me now?"

She shrugged and took a long look to their surroundings before continuing her patrol leaving him behind. He followed her as he always did and imitated her actions, trying to hear something unusual or catching any movement in the dark.

"Angie, I care about you too but I am not going to stop doing what I have to do. I never did before you gave me a chance to something more and that isn't going to change now."

"But it changed for me!!" She yelled. "Why couldn't it be..."

She fell on the floor and hitting her head hard. The sound of her lips as she became unconscious was like a hit on his stomach. He looked around again as silently as he could, pondering where did the attach came from.

"Angie, get up! Angelina?" He took two steps in her direction and understood the error of that. She had lost her focus and stood in open view making her an easy target and now she was also an excellent decoy for him.
"Well, great..." He said to himself sarcastically. "I wanted a chance to lead and there it is."

He tried to focus on everything but the fallen body of her partner, which wasn't easy. Everything was eerie silent and he needed to make a decision quickly. He cursed himself mentally and went for Angie, he grabbed her and carried her out of sight. He laid her body a tree and went into a crouch keeping her behind him.
A laugh echoed into the night and he felt fear creeping upon him.

"One little piggy went to the park..." A male voice said.
"Two little piggies went to the tree..." A female voice said.

In a flash there they were in front of them, Siegfried and Marguerite, the ones they had been hunting now hunting them.
Marguerite smiled revealing her fangs instantly while Siegfried laughed and for the first time in a long time Brad was almost speechless, managing only to express...

"Oh shit..."

What Hides in the Dark - Darkness

Brenda woke up inside the wrecked car, the glass from the broken car window was everywhere along with the stuffing from the car seats.
It took her a moment to recall where she was and what had happened... Bruce.

The creature.... She thought and tried not make a sound as much as possible.
She felt herself shake uncontrollably and her first urge was to scream for help but it was still dark and she had no way of knowing if the creature still wondered close by to the car.

She remembered how the glass shattered, the creature was coming straight at her but it left her there.
Why?
 

 

She took a deep breath and started to raise herself as quietly as possible. The rustling of the broken glass over her making her hold her breath at each inch that she lowered her body. Everything around her was deadly silent, she feared for her brother and she needed to find him. 

"He may be dead... He may be dead." She began muttering. She peeked over the shattered window and saw nothing but the creapy woods and the marks left by Bruce'shands trying not be dragged away. She began shaking incontrollably and panic started to take over her at each passing second. 

A sound came from the woods breaking the silence of the night, an animalistic growl.

She started to struggle with the safety belt and with shaky hands she released it. 

She tried to open the door but it refused to give in, she heard the rustling of something moving and again the horrifying sound. 

She raised herself from the bench and started to slide herself out of the car through the broken window. 

"Shit..." she muttered as she cut herself  on the sharp edges of the window, the smell of blood overwhelmed her and she realized the consequences of her cut as the howl started to approach her. 

She tried to run back the way her and brother had driven from, but everything was pitch black. She struggled not to look back as she ran, her body fighting to keep conscient, her legs moving on pure survival instinct. 

Then she heard it and looked back... She screamed and almost lost her balance as she turned her back on the now pursuing creature. No, no, no.... Please...

"Someone help me, please!" She yelled but no lights but the one of moon were around, she sensed it coming close and strength beginning to faulter. 

On that moment she realized she was going to die.

She tripped and feel hard on the floor, digging the glass pieces deeper into her hands and legs. She cried, staining her clothes with the bloodied tears running down her face.  She turned herself on the floor to face the creature and watched with anhorrified expression as the creature gave the final jump in her direction. 

"Noooooooo!"

A gun shot sounded from behind her and then... Darkness.

What hides in the Dark - Desperation Room

The place was pitch dark and all she could hear was remote sounds of dripping water.

How long had it been since she was trapped there...

She couldn't remember how she got there, the only certainty she had was the sore body and gushing wound on her forehead.

Slowly she tried to stand up but the effort wore her out at the first try, her legs were aching from the muscle atrophy and her back hurt like she had been kicked several times.

She tried to adapt her eyesight to the blackness around her. She rubbed her eyes and the filth in her hands made them immediately sting and tears began running to clear her sight.

An ugly sound echoed all around her, making her recoil and lean against the mossy wall. 

the only sound now were her clattering teeth and shivers, she tried to focus on the shadows, moveing her head from side to side randomly, her panic taking over any remanescent sense of reason within her.

The hours passed and she slipped on and off sleep, her exhaustion taking over every nerve on her body. Light seemed to enter through tiny ventilation holes at times, but the dark dominated her spirit now more than the place itself. Her desperation was her biggest confinement and the will to escape was now almost non-existent.

She heard it...

There...

Once again she tried to move, she dragged herself trying to reach for the source of the sound. A million thoughts crossed her mind. What was there? Should she hide? 

A moving shadow caught her attention, all that she thought was to get closer, to escape from that awful confinement, to find help.

She tried to yell but no sound escaped from her throat.

She wanted to cry but her tear channel was too inflamed from the dirt and filth of her hands.

The shadow moved in her direction and as it reached her it stopped.

"Ready to beg Megan, my little whore?"

He laughed and started kicking her again on her torso.

"You'll never be free again..."

He spat on her face and started moving away from her, leaving her bleeding and hurting wishing for her death to come quickly.

What Hides in the Dark - No simple life...

I always thought there must be a simple life somewhere but I was wrong…
Or at least not for everyone.
There's no easy way out for me, I think it's karmic… Kill some vamps and endure the karmic punishment of killing.
No one told me the "what goes around comes around" also applies when you kill evil beings.
Here we go again…
- Hey sucker, what a piece of me? I'm fresh and juicy.
Usually that's all it takes to lure them in, it's growing kind of boring of how easy it has become since my first killing.
I was so young... I still believe it was basic survival instinct and a lot of movies about vamps and luck… a lot of luck, my big guardian angel looking over me.
- Well… you want it or not? I can't wait all night… I'm sure there's more of you to slay tonight, I'm aiming for 5 tonight. What do you think?
Here we go, it was about time too. First step, dodge the charging body heading in your direction. Second step, use his momentum and physical traits against him. Third step, don't get hit in the stomach or face, somehow I always fail to remember that one. But hey, bonus points for bleeding and causing his frenzy.
This one is a big boy, I love when they try to put up a fight… Yes, I know. I
I've been beat up pretty badly a couple of times, but still my neck has no scars to compensate for the ones on my body. My own personal battle trophies.
- Angie, are you finishing him or what? Maybe you need my manly assistance, huh?
Yeah, right… Brad finishing him for me, that would be a first.
Brad is my… well… partner. His parents got killed by stepping accidentally into a nest. Lucky for him, I was around but it was way to late for his parents.
We keep each other company, train together, hunt together and well… sometimes we get lonely and take care of that together also.
- Brad, baby… Don't call me Angie.
Dodge that and stake. Done.
- Come on, you can buy me a beer before we head to the park. I've heard that there are some passionate vamp lovers attacking joggers together.
- Sure Angela. You know I can't let an opportunity to take a walk in the park with you pass.

What Hides in the Dark - The prowl

The music was making every glass in the room vibrating, the bodies swaying to the sound rentlessly, sweat dripping, heat emanating from every pore.
He stood there measuring his chances, watching all the women like an animal on the prowl.
The brunette... so hot... he thought before his gaze moved again resting on a busty red-haired specimen, his mouth watering instantly as he turned is back on the dancefloor, signaling the waitress for a refill.
 - So John, the usual?- she asked trying to disguise the repulsion on her voice as she felt his eyes lingering on her clevage.
 - Jessie, you always know what I want from you...- he swallows hard as he takes in her silloutte, doing nothing to hide his stare. Jessie prepares the Black Russian as swiftly as possible, takes hold of his expense card and takes note, moving on to the next customer trying to shake away the disgust of John's stare fixated on her ass.
 He holds the glass and takes a sip before returning to his voyeurism.
He puts on his gruesome smile and moves on to the dancefloor, salivating on the thought of all the "acidental" feels and gropes that will land on him. Just as he starts moving to the beat convinced of his skill a stunning blond moves in his direction. Ice cold blue eyes, slender figure in a tiny almost see-through red dress and spike heels, her gaze so intense he almost feels the to slap himself as she stops right in front of him and leans to nibble on his ear.
 - Hi John, I've been watching you... Why don't we get out of here? - She smiles wickedly and he's convinced instantly to follow the foxy female out the back door to the alley nearby. So confident in himself, assured by his ego that it's going to be a hard fuck, that she'll scream his name crying for more. His arousal taking over just by watching her lead the way when she suddenly disappears.
 - What the hell?!
He looks around and then slaps his own face twice thinking that maybe he had to much to drink, or maybe he was allucinating as result of his lack of sex and just then he hears it, a mocking laughter.
 - Who´s there? Is it you babe? C'mon, you didn't bring me here to play games, did you?
 - That's exactly why you came here... - the female pronounces before bursting in laughter again as she walks out of the shadows. - Come here sweet, I've got a treat for you. - She peels of her dress in front of him, like a sheddding skin, calling him to her. His cocky grin returns as he moves in her direction taking hold of her hair, motioning her to her knees.
 She starts bobbing her head making him lose focus, making think more of himself for getting such a hot woman to go down on him.
 - That's it bitch, take it all, you know you want it... - he starts gasping for air as she works her tricks and then without warning she bites him, making him jerk away from her. - What the f... - but she just grins and launches herself at him, with a low roar down her throat.
 - Who's the piece of meat now? - she laughs as he screams like an old lady begging for his life, her nails digging through his flesh gutting him, chewing on his insides.

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He moves like the predator he believes himself to be, selecting his next victim carefully among the drunken girls dancing frenetically on the dancefloor. Prepared to slip the extra edge on the waving glasses displayed around, when he notices her. Full crimson lips smiling at him, luring him in. He goes to her and displays his best seductive smile.
 - Hi babe, want to go eat something?
Her eyes sparkle, he notices something unnatural sending a shiver down his spine as she bites her lower lip.
 - Sure Gabe, I´d love some dessert...

What Hides in the Dark - Dark night

After driving for hours, the gas ran out and now they were stuck in this God forsaken road, miles from civilization.
  "Bruce, this is all your fault!" Brenda screamed "I told you we needed fuel, but no... Why listen to my sister?!"
  "Relax B, it's going to be fine. We'll just wait for dawn and walk to a gas station and you could as well have done it since you're Ms perfection-and-know-it-all"
Bruce has always been dismissive of other people's concerns but when it came to her younger sister, well, he knew he screwed up big time.
  "We're off the interstate Bruce, how the hell are you going to find a station?" shakes her head thinking about how much she wants to kill him right now, but even that wouldn't be a good thought as it would only leave her here in the middle of nowhere all by herself.
The cold cut like glass in the darkest of nights and all they wanted was to reach home safely no matter how they tried to blame it on each other.
 "Stay in the car, I'm going to find some wood to start a fire."
 "Why not use the car heat?" Bruce just shakes his head dismissively and walks away into the woods. "Stupid me... no gas no heat."
She just stays there and tries not to move to waste any body heat she still has inside the car, she locks the doors just in case and lowers her body out of sight as much as she cans until eventually she fells asleep.

The sound of someone pounding the door desperately wakes her up, she straightens herself but sees nothing.
Apparently they ran out of battery as well, I'm going to kill him she thinks before spotting her brother slightly hidden behind a tree, signaling me to get down again but before she even gets the chance to do anything the pounding restarts and she screams for her life. I need to get it away from the car before it breaks the glass Brenda is a sitting duck, Bruce looks for anything that may serve as weapon nearby and finds a branch among the wood he collected, not thick enough but he doesn't care as long as Brenda is able to get away.
 "Hey asshole, over here!" he yells waving his arms to to catch its attention.
The creature slowly turns away from the car and starts walking slowly preparing to hunt him down and then starts chasing Bruce drooling in anticipation.
Bruce soon grows tired, the hours without eating taking its toll in his stamina, so he hides behind another tree and waits holding his branch like a baseball bat. As soon as he hears the creature, he takes a swing and runs back in the car's direction.
Brenda keeps screaming and crying in complete shock screaming for her brother's name. Totally out of control looking out through every window, shaking. Then she spots him, running in her direction, she shakily tries to unlock the door but before she is able to control the shivers and shaking of her hands, her brother is pinned down and dragged back into the woods.
 "Bruuuuuuuuuccccccccccceeeeeee!!!"
She cries and shivers and all that crosses her mind is that she's next, she has nowhere to hide and as she turns to look again to try to get a glimpse of the her brother's body through the window, the glass breaks.

What Hides in the Dark - Siegfried and Marguerite

The years have gone without me even noticing. 

Dusk after dusk unable  to surface in the beams of sunlight I wait and so does he.

It was early Spring when we met the first time but it was enough to get us together. 

The bloodlust was too strong and for newly turned creatures of the night as I was it usually comes along side the other type of lust, the one I barely recalled from being human. But as I was about to discover lust and bloodlust are entwined and one hypes the other to limits I wouldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams.

I was a "baby" and his scent hit hard almost knocking me out of my senses, which wasn't so hard to do considering the effort of the full adaptation to most scents, but it was different, he smelled of wood and cinnamon with a trace of manly musk and it sent shivers down my spine even before I laid my eyes on him.

I remember feeling his fingers tracing the line of my back while we fed on some unlucky guy that crossed his path along with his girlfriend in the park, a combined hunt that lead to the sweet whisper of my name dangling on his lips seductively while we succumbed and lost ourselves in each other. Blood, sweat and heat filling the small basement we took after sunrise.

  - My love, it's almost time....

  - Come here, let me drink from you Siegfried.

I love to taste him and see myself through the rush of his emotions reflected on his blood, to feel the wanting, the desire and off course, the lust. The eternal lust lingering a touch away beneath our skins and the thought that we have eternity to fuel and enjoy every bit of it. 

I like to lick the two small puncture dots to close them but I really don't need to as he heals much faster than I do, but the touch of his skin against my tongue is priceless.

 - Marguerite... we can't stay closed another evening...

The necessity to feed always takes us from our bed but it won't be long before we return and lose ourselves over and over again.

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