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By L. G. Olson
A feathers touch to your cheek, I know you cannot feel this.
But I am with you.
The faintest breath upon your tongue, I know you cannot taste it.
But I can taste you.
The smallest glint in your eye, I know you cannot see it.
But I see you.
The weakest whisper to your ear, I know you cannot hear it.
But I can hear you.
The sweetest scent that surrounds you, I know you cannot smell it.
But I can smell you.
The slightest beat of your heart, I know you cannot feel it.
But I can feel you. 2
The trees bent and swayed to the cold high winds of Devils Nest, the moon full and bright in the midnight sky, lighting up the valley that lay before it. The steep hills forming a confusing nest of cedar, cotton woods and oak. Low bushes providing a cage as Locusts sharp thorns provided a fence.
A woman lay on her side, cradling herself in an endless chill of the night among tall fading grasses and dieing leaves. A small creek flowing slowly beside her. Her bloody hands tightly grasping her arms trying to stop the chill of the night.
Shadows stood motionless watching contently over her, cold black eyes piercing the darkness as if waiting to begin. She cried softly, almost too hard to hear for a human, but to them they were ear-piercing screams in the night, arousing them and feeding unknown desires. The smell of the warm blood that the winds carried, danced around them, only to excite them more. For years, they had waited, for centuries they had hunted, and now the hunt ended here and now, somewhere out there awaited the one that would free them from the darkness, and bring a true nightmare to light.
She slowly pushed up to her knees and gazed around her, her racing against her chest and pounding in her ears. Not knowing how she had got here, or why she was here. However, the eyes that watched her taunted her from the shadows, with hisses and moans. Whispering her name, calling to her, tormenting her. Her beautiful face trembled as she searched the shadows with tear-filled eyes for a glimpse of her captures.
Twigs would snap around her as the hunters slowly circled her, rabid and hungry for that one taste of life they could never hold but they could devour and destroy.
"Come to me," one hissed from the dark. She turned her head as deep laughter echoed from the trees.
Crouching down in the shadows they watched her unblinking. One leaped from nowhere, landed a few feet from her, and crouched down. Cocking his head to the side he smiled slyly and his eyes glinted. Her head jerked around following the noises around her. She took a shuddering breath and slowly gazed around herself, as she was brutally slammed face down to the ground and left lying shaking from the pain, long scratches ripped threw her nightgown and blood began to turn it red.
She cried out pitifully as blood ran down from her blond hair to her pale cheek and dripped to the ground. Her hands shook as she tried to get up, only to have her hair grabbed violently and head pulled back. Fingernails ripping the tender flesh of breasts as she was pulled to her knees and body bent awkwardly backwards.
Then horrific pain shooting threw her breast as teeth punctured the tender flesh. She gasped deeply and her hands grasp frantically at his shirt. His arms gripping around her back tightly as he fed, his hands prodding her back so hard she could not breathe as he sucked violently upon her flesh. Her head held tightly back she gasped and cried out pitifully unable to stop it. Another grabbing her hair, exposing her throat, and his beautiful face and black eyes smiling down at her.
"Are you ready for me, Angel," he asked as sultry as she trembled in his hands.
He slowly bent down and his lips slid over her throat and kissed it softly. Taking her face genitally in his hand, he smiled warmly into her terrified eyes and then softly kissed her lips. Her hands slowly releasing the others shirt and her arms falling from his shoulders, hanging limply.
Kissing and licking the blood that ran down her breast. Brutally moving across her chest and biting hard into her other breast, sucking and feeding. Slowly she went quiet as the world around her began to fade. The one beside her slowly took her wrist and pulled it to his lips, surrounding the pale flesh. He bit down hard and the bones snapped in her frail wrist, he fed slowly, contently.
The other slowly pulled away and smiled.
A third came up from behind her and knelt behind her forcing the other two to back off. His hands ran around her body and grasped her breasts tightly. Biting viciously into her shoulder, tearing flesh. Feeding hard on the pleasure of her pain and the blood that ran.
Her head slowly fell back as he clamped down on the side of her throat and severing the juggler, her entire body trembled violently as he feed. He slowly pulled her head up, his body rubbing against her as he whispered in her ear.
"Tonight I have loved you, like no other will ever love you. I have entered your body as I will enter it from this night on," He whispered softly as he grasped her breasts and massaged them, blood running between his fingers.
The two others were moving back into the shadows with howls and laugher. Her eyes glazed over and staring emptily to the sky and her breathing shallow as she hung limp from his arms.
"And when I call to you, you will come to me."
He grabbed and turned her cheek softly and kissed her lips deeper and deeper, her blood slowly rolling down their chins.
