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Rated T for Teen
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A Roger
Bryant/Annette Bryant
Collaboration
I feel a jolt of pain that has been
lost to me for a very long time. It's very intense now, almost unbearable. I
can't help but smile. It feels like a spike piercing me. My neck cracks, my
shoulders ache in their sockets and I am loving the pain. My body is not only aching with power but with the need and anticipation as well. The being just out
of my reach is coming closer. I can sense the blood pumping within its' body,
and that it is female. Ah, easy prey. I move closer to the door, loving the
exquisite ache in my joints and the thrill of having my limbs obey my commands
once again. I am drawing strength just from the anticipation.
It is midday and the heat and brightness of the Sun bothers me.
The scent of the females' blood is keeping me moving forward. I stop abruptly
as she screams out in a tight voice, “Roger Alan, Get a move on!” I relaxed a bit when I realize she has not
been speaking to me but to someone else, someone following behind her, quietly,
so quietly , that until now, I had not sensed them, this small, quiet, lagging
child.
Now I have a problem: Which one? I
know there are rules against taking children, but the more I sense its'
heartbeat, the smell of its' blood, the more it entices me to go against the
rules. I can feel the irritation the female feels for this child, as the child
refuses to obey the commands of the female, its' mother. I can feel her anger.
Yes, children are against the rules, too unpredictable.
I slow down, both in pace and thought.
I am keeping my focus only on the female, even though everything else within me
is drawn to the child. It must be the curiosity of it since, if I had noticed
the child before, I would have targeted another. There are rules, and children
are off limits so I have little experience even being this close to one. I
renew my focus on the female, trying to summon my power for the transformation.
It seems harder than I remember since my last transformation. I feel my anger
escalating.
As I close in, the female looks over
her shoulder. I can feel her unease, something is wrong. She senses me, and
turns around. I use her fear to press more strongly against the shield that
keeps us out of the world of mortals as my powers are approaching their zenith.
My entire self is brimming with anger, violence and hatred. The doomed female
stiffens as I enter her through her eyes. I ease in, as I now have her soul.
She falls to the pavement. Her soul lays in my hand.
I feel disgust. This is a weak soul. I
try to smell and taste it, but there is no smell or taste. This one will not
last very long. I take her soul and let it slide down my throat. I begin to
consume it, it doesn't last long. It's gone. I look down at the female. She is
still. Like her soul, she is gone.
I direct my attention towards the
child. I am curious as to what he will do. He gets on his hands and knees,
beside his mother. He does not check to see if she is alright. He does not weep
for her. Instead he balls his small hands into small fists and punches her
right in the face. She doesn't respond, not even a fraction, as she now belongs
to death. I know that a body cannot survive without its soul. The boy starts to
punch his mother again. If I continue to allow this, he just might ruin the
body before I can make use of it. I can now break through the barrier.
The boy stops and looks at me, he can
now see me as I am. I look at him and he stares at me. He is grinning. I grin
back, letting him see my oversized teeth, my fangs. He doesn't move, nor does
he take his eyes away from me as I let him see exactly what I am. He finally
looks away at a piece of rock on the pavement.
I use this time to enter his mother. I
slide down her throat. It is tight. I almost get stuck and I can hear her bones
popping as I go further down. I am almost too much for her to take. I continue
pushing until I reach her heart. It flutters but just barely. She is not all the way dead after all. There is a spark
of soul remaining. I take it as I now make myself at home in my new body.
I then open my eyes to the world and
see the sunlight and smell the earthly scents that I have missed. Then the pain
comes. My new eyeball is reduced to ruin as the boy smashes the rock into my
face. I try to move to get away but my new body will not respond yet. I must
endure the pain. I use my power to heal this body I have taken over. My host
body is bleeding badly. I am weak. I then feel the rock smashing against my
teeth. My fangs. The pain is terrible. I use all my power to stand and I am
finally able to begin my escape.
Blood is streaming down my face as if
it is raining. Even if I cannot take this child, even if I cannot kill him, I
can at least hurt him. I can make this a memory that will scar him forever and
he will never escape the nightmares I
plan on instilling in his mind, horrid enough to last a lifetime.
I let him look upon his bleeding
mother. I let him see all the blood and the ruined eyes and teeth. I leave him
with the puzzle as to how and why his mothers' body will not die, to wonder if
she will haunt him the rest of his life, to be haunted by the fear she may one
day exact the same things upon him that he delivered to her.
I then turn away and start down the
street. I hear what sounds like a bus coming down the street. I have to get
away, something is terribly wrong here. I have never had a transformation like
this in my oh so long life. It must be the child. There are rules. This must be
some terrible side effect of the child being involved. There are rules and I
did not heed them. I will never again let a child witness my transformation.
I need another host, this body is used
up. I can feel myself falling to the ground. I can feel this females' head
hitting the pavement. I can scarcely move. I
open my one good eye and the sun is blaring down on me. I can feel its
warmth and its brightness. I can barely see and then the sun is blocked. I find
myself in the shade of the boy.
I focus on the boy, this small, quite, lagging
boy standing above me, once again with that same knowing grin. I can feel
something trying to force its way down my throat. I squirm to try and get away
but I can't move. The small child stares at me and that is the moment he allows
me to see his true face. To see him for what he really is. I'm paralyzed with
fear. It is engulfing me. I have never known fear before. I can't resist as it
snatches up my hosts' heart. Now I know what it feels like to be possessed. I was
not the oldest, strongest or most clever of my kind.
