A Storm Has Raine Part 2 (standard:horror, 1869 words) [2/2] show all parts
Author: shadowsinflames	Added: Dec 11 2003	Views/Reads: 2412/1858	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Raine and Rod are on the hunt but what they find shakes firmly their belief in immortality.

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I drank and drank, inhaling the sweet, salty flavors of her life, taking
great flavor in satisfying my needs. Her heartbeat resounded in my 
ears, giving rythm to my sucking, the slowing unfailingly noticable. 
She was dying because of us. I broke free, apalled by what I had been 
willing to do. Rod pulled away also, but for different reasons. She was 
dead. We had killed her, I had killed her, the creature had killed her. 
We were all evil monsters. 

'Oh god,' I moaned, feeling her blood already absorbing into my system,
'What the hell have we done?' Rod reached over and rubbed my arm, as if 
his touch could be of some consolation. It never could be, he had 
killed her too. We had both drank of her damning blood, we both gave in 
to the murdering nature that been given to her. But I knew that it 
could not have been helped. We were beasts, predators, who had to 
satisfy their needs or die slowly and painfully. I was a chicken, 
neither prepared to die slowly or painfully, much less both. Instead, I 
gave in to the madness I bore within, but realized that what Rod had 
initiated was right. The girl leaning against the back of the couch was 
better this was, she had been chosen by gods of the night to become 
something almost holy. 

All of a sudden, a shadow fell upon us and I glanced up, feeling a cold
fear sink deep into my pit. What stood before us was the source of all 
the death, had blessed the house with shivers of the reaper, stealing 
any hope of the quick healing these people had opted for. We were 
anything but angels, slaughtering all that had stepped into our path. 
This creature was no difference from I and I opened my arms for a hug. 

'Mouse,' I cried out in glee and threw my arms around one of our friends
that had been in the park that night. There was no resistance nor any 
reaction and when I moved away from him, I was concerned. His face was 
pinched white, the blood he had consumed had brought no blush to his 
cheeks. His dark brown eyes were cold and in intense suffering. 

'Hey Mouse, what's up?' Rod rose to his feet, unable to ignore the
strange color of his friend. Then Mouse shook his head and the color 
seemed to flood his face. He smiled, but it seemed forced, the grin of 
a skull. The smile should have made the pain in his eyes vanish if it 
had been read, but I could still see it. Something wasn't right besides 
the fact he was a drinker of blood. 

He didn't answer, not that we expected him to. Instead, he turned and
kind of staggered to the door. Desperately, he tried to open the door 
but the strenuous activity proved too much for him and Rod had to 
gently help him. Then he cast a look at me and I could see the 
confusion and concern in his eyes. I shrugged my shoulders, I didn't 
have a clue what was going on. As far as I could tell, Mouse should 
have been fine not acting like he was on drugs. 

Then Mouse's voice floated in on the night breeze, 'It's happening to me
too.' Immediately my curiosity was peeked, as well as an underlying 
fear. What if whatever was happening to him were to happen to me? I 
don't deny that I felt bad for Mouse, but I certainly didn't want to 
share his plight. It seemed to me like he was walking in a living hell, 
burning in agony that speared him. That was a fate I wasn't interested 
in. 

Rod ran outside and I followed, the door slamming shut, caught up in the
wind of our passing. Mouse was on his knees in the front yard, the 
stain of blood fully revealed in the glistening light of the moon. It 
was a dark sheen that sparkled on his clothes and splattered his face, 
his face that had gone from white to flaky gray. In disgust, I watched 
as he reached up and brushed his cheek, swiping layers of dead skin 
away. Dead skin that floated in soft little clouds, like dust, that one 
would climb terrifed over fellow victims to avoid inhaling. He regarded 
his skin with indifference and that was when a cold horror settled upon 
me. His eyes had the milky vision of the dead, sightless and empty, 
white covers that stared at nothing. 

'This happened to Laura and Jinx,' he muttered, his tongue thick and
black, appearing to be a creature of alien origin, pulsing in his 
mouth. I shrunk back towards the house, afraid to turn away but fearing 
witnessing this strange transformation at a close distance could be 
fatal. Rod shared my fear and stood beside me, where he reached for my 
hand to hold close. 

Mouse coughed violently, and flakes of his skin flew off in the gale. He
rose unsteadily to his feet, trying to brace himself on a shaky hand 
that I thought would surely give out on him. Somehow, he made it up. 
Then he turned to us and took one step forward. This proved a far 
bigger effort than he realized and he slammed face down into the grass. 
A large cloud blew up when he hit and obsured our view of him. When it 
settled, there was nothing but ash and clothes where Mouse had only 
seconds been. The cold snake of deathly fear coiled in my stomach, 
thoughts of my future writhing in my head. 

Rod spoke first, 'Sh*t, what if that happens to us?' I looked at him,
almost wanting to smack him. It felt like saying it aloud was a 
guarantee to make it occur, though of course, that was a silly 
superstition, but it still felt real. But in a way, I was glad it was 
him that said it because I didn't think I had the courage to place my 
fears into words. I shuddered and mentally prayed that such a death was 
not awaiting me. Though if what Mouse had said was true, that Laura and 
Jinx had also suffered a similar decomposition, then we were in big 
trouble.


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