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I haven't written anything new, per se, so this is all just re-hash of what I've done thus far!
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++--Part One--++
It's a dark and rainy night, an old banged up Oldsmobile is on the side of a deserted muddy road. The car seems to be swaying in time with the wind gusts, rocking back and forth...
INT. CAR It's pitch black, there are muffled grunts in the front seat.
Allison: Oh! Harder, dammit, harder!
Matt: Ugh, I'm going harder!
Allison: I'm almost there! More!
Matt: Damn you woman, ugh, I'm not a machine! How much longer do I have to do this?
Allison: Until I say, ooof, so, now just hold this open a little longer... There! No! NO! SHIT!
Matt: What?!? What's wrong?
Allison: The fucking fuse broke off! I told you, you need to keep a toolbox in here at all times! But no. You'd rather keep your idiotic weapons in the trunk.
Matt: My mom won't let me keep them in the house! God you are such a bitch! Why the fuck are we going out still? Now I need to go find a phone and call Ralf-
Allison: Oh hell! Why Ralf? He's such a loser! He's probably trying to peep in Lori's window. I don't know how you can stand that boy!
Matt: Lay off the guy! He's the only friend we got that not only has a car, but that would come out to god knows where we are, and pick us up! Where's the umbrella? I'm going...
Allison: (looks in the back-seat) Shit, I must've left it at the restaurant! Fuck if you're going to leave me here alone, who knows what hicks and shit is lurking out there. I'm going with you!
Matt: The hell you will! I need a break from your complaining...
Matt opens car door, and flips his hood over his head. He goes to the trunk and opens it. Inside there is a large assortment of pistols and shotguns. He sticks a 9 mm pistol in his pants, and buttons his trenchcoat. He then walks to the passenger side to say good-bye.
Matt: I shouldn't be too long-
Allison: *sniffle* (looks at her face, she's pulling her "On the Verge of Tears act", he cannot resist)
Matt: *sigh* You jerk. Fine, you can have your way. C'mon.
Allison: (wipes nose) Yippy-fucking-kii-yey.
She grabs her leather backpack and uses it as cover against the rain. They leave the car and walk down the silent, empty road.
Matt: I don't know where we're going to find a house around here. This sucks.
They walk for what seems like forever, until a faint light is seen.
Allison: Hey, there's a light... It looks like a shack, or something...
The shack turns out to be a small tavern called Justin&Chris's Tav.
Matt: Oh, how original. I can wring out my ass now...
Allison: Jeez, I'd be soaked through to my underwear, if I had bothered to wear any.
Matt regards her with a raised eyebrow. They walk through the door to a dimly lit smokey environment.
Allison does a double take at the identical in every way bartenders. They stare at the dripping newcomers with creepy, almost hollow, gray eyes.
Matt: Uhm, hi. Our car broke down a ways back, and we need to use a phone. Could we use yours?
The Bartender to the right, stops polishing his glass. The name tag on his gas-station attendant shirt reads "Chris".
Chris: *spits on the floor* We don't have no phone here tonight.
Allison: So that means you _do_ have a phone?
Chris looks at her puzzled. Matt elbows her in the side.
Matt: This is no time to correct grammar, _honey_.
Allison rolls her eyes.
Allison: Ok, _sorry_. So, where would the nearest phone in working order be?
The other bartender, Justin, by the name tag, leans close to the counter, almost within breathing range of Allison, his breath was seriously kickin', she wouldn't have been surprised to see flies buzz out of his mouth. He smiled bearing his yellowed teeth.
Justin: Well pretty lady, you're shit out of luck... There ain't no phone round 'fer miles... You and your friend should just stay here, sit a spell. At least for the rain to stop. Why don't we get you out of those wet clothes? *smiles leacherously*
Allison: (suppresses a shudder of disgust) I think we'll just sit over there, thank you.
She grabs Matt and drags him over to a corner table. Rats and who knows what else scurry to the holes in the walls.
Allison: We're screwed.
Matt: Let's not give up yet, we should dry out, and then ask the people here for a ride...
Allison: And ride with a stinking drunk? No thanks, I'd rather ride with Ralf.
Matt was about to defend his friend, when a shadow blocked out with little light they had. They both turn
to see a large man fitting the classic hick description. Flannel shirt with muddy (at least it looked like mud) overalls and large logger boots. He was chewing tobacco, with some dribbled on his chin.
Man: Hey, I's heard that you two be having car trouble.
Matt: Yeah, we are. Can you help?
Man: I reckon I might. I'm BJ, people 'round here call me Bear, though.
Allison: My, how ironic. *nervous laughter*
Bear: "I" what? *spits*
Matt: Nothing. Look, when do you want to go?
Bear: Well, seeing as I have to take a shit, maybe 10, 15 minutes. *smiles showing blackened teeth* Don't
go nowhere now, 'hear?
Allison: We'll be right here.
Bear walks off to the men's room, Allison smiles at him until he is out of sight. She then shoots Matt a look.
Allison: We are going to get ourselves killed! And you, my dear, sure do have a "purdy mouth"!
Matt: Fuck you! *whispers* Just because they're hicks does not mean that they're from deliverance! The sooner we get going the better! Besides, if he does try anything....
Matt shows her his 9 mm.
Allison: I am very impressed. I guess they do come in handy.
Voice: Pssssttt! PSSSSTTT!!
They look over to see the source of the disturbance. The closest table to them sits an old woman, she appears haggard, wild-eyed and severely drunk. She slumps over to speak to them.
Woman: Ger out while you shtill can! _They_ are waiting for you! Leeave, and don't turn back!
Matt: Who are you talking about?
Woman: Them! The- (looks around and lowers her voice) The demons.... Ungodly creatures from the forest, they have taken every-
Chris grabs the woman by the shoulders. She looks deathly afraid.
Chris: That's it for tonight, Brannie, I think Mr. Flakes is waiting for his dinner... Justin, help me escort her outside?
Turns to Allison and Matt.
Chris: I'm apologize, she's plum crazy when she tanks up enough... (gives a reassuring smile every much as disgusting as his brother's. They both drag her out the door)
Allison: Has anyone is this place heard of toothpaste?
Bear: (tugs on his overalls) What?
Allison: I rest my case.
Matt: (slight surprised) Nothing... Ready to go, sir?
Bear: Sir? That's my paw, call me Bear!
Matt: Right, Bear...
They walk out of the bar, the two bartenders in the exact same position they were in when they fist walked in the door. Allison happily jets out the door, Matt right on her heels. Bear is behind them. As he walks past the bar, Chris and Justin wink at him, Bear nods, and smiles...
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++--Part Two--++
The three of them walk out into the muddy field that served as the parking lot of the bar.
Bear: Right this way... My Truck's over here...
Matt and Allison are treated to the sight of one big ass monster truck. The tires easily are the size of the 5'6" Allison. Bear climbs up no problem, he lets down a ladder on the passenger side.
Bear: Hop on in folks!
Matt: Thanks!
Allison: *whisper* Oh my God... It's Bigfoot....
Matt pushes her up the ladder, and climbs into the crowded cab. Allison is shoved right into Bear's side, and is affronted with his lack of hygiene.
Allison: *oof!* (turns head towards Matt, holding one side of her nose) Uh, nice truck you have here uh, Bear...
Bear: Why thank you... (starts truck and drives off) So, you two's together?
Matt: Are we a couple, you mean?
Bear: Couple of what's? Haw, haw...
Allison: Yes, we're boyfriend/girlfriend... Why?
Bear: (stares at the road ahead) So, you two's screw yet?
Allison: What the hell kind of question is that? Fucking pervert!
Matt: Yeah hey man, that's out of line, we just want to get our car fixed.
Bear: (raises hand in defense) Ok, ok... Whatever you say... I'm just thinking that kids these days don't wait until the confines of marriage to pork.
Allison: (rolls eyes) Whatever...
(Bear drives them deeper into the woods, after a 1/2 hour, Allison and Matt start to get worried)
Matt: Where are we? This wasn't the way to the car.
Allison: Oh shit! Matt, now you've really got us killed!
Matt: How is this suddenly my fault?!?
Bear: *laughs* Don't be afraid... You won't feel a thing... It'll be over real soon I promise-
*Click-click*
Matt: (holds gun to Bear's head) I know we won't feel a thing, mother-fucker, because nothing is going to happen!
Bear: Hey now, put that thing away... You don't want yer girl to get _hurt_ right?
Bear's free hand was holding a knife, he pressed it against Allison's throat.
Allison: Oh fuck! Matt do something!
Matt: Let her go.
Bear: Do as I say.
Matt: Let her go.
Bear: You ain't got the balls bo-
*BOOM!*
The gun goes off! Blood is sprayed over the dashboard, the and all the issues of Hustler on the floor. Allison is literally covered in what little there was of Bear's brains. Bear slumps forward and the car jerks to the side. Matt shocked though he was, grabs the steering wheel, and manages to put the truck in park, probably blowing out the transmission in the process. After they lunge forward due to the sudden stop, they sit in silence...
Matt: Holy fuck.
Allison: You... You killed him... (wipes off the blood) Why I can't hear anything??
Matt: I'm kinda deaf too... My god, I killed him...
Bear: (Jolts upright. Half his face is a bloody pile of goo) HAW! That's a chicken scratch! Pansy!
Allison&Matt: AHHHHHHH!!!!
Bear reaches out to Allison again, she reaches into her backpack and pulls out a machete. She hacks at Bear's hand and slices off 3 fingers. He pulls back, annoyed, and Matt takes the opportunity to open the cab door, and pull Allison out with him.
Matt: What the fuck is he?!? Where the hell did you get that thing!?! (points to the bloody blade in Allison's hand)
Allison: I forgot to empty my backpack after my gardening job... Good God, why are we still standing here!! Let's get away from this place!
Matt: And go where? Into the woods? He'll be coming after us!
Allison: Not if I do this!
Allison grabs Matt's gun and shoots at the fuel tank, the truck explodes in a big 'ole ball of fire! The two of them are thrown backwards by the force of the blast. Matt gets up and shakes his head.
Matt: HOLY SHIT!!!
Allison: *cough* (stands up) Lets see the fucker get up after that! Hey, we gotta get out of here!
Matt: Whatever you say! That was one lucky shot!
Matt and Allison run through the woods each of them looks back ever few minutes, expecting to hear Bear's sick laugh. They run for about an hour, the woods becoming denser, and denser. They sit and rest for a moment in silence, Matt looks to Allison and speaks.
Matt: That woman, in the bar... She said that there was an evil... In the woods...
Allison: I was just thinking about that... I believe her now. I also believe that she's dead now... We have to
get out of these woods... I feel like we're being watched. Do you know what direction we are going?
Matt: Not a friggin' clue. Man, check the gun, how many bullets do we have?
Allison: (checks clip) About 6?
Matt: About? Fuck, what does that mean?
Allison: I don't know! I'm not a gun freak!
Matt: You're Goddamn lucky that I am, or we'd be dead! Gimme that! (grabs clip from Allison) We have 7... I guess that I didn't have a full clip loaded... Just our luck...
Allison hands him the gun, he loads the clip back in. They get up and continue walking/running through the woods. The woods begin to clear out after 15 or so minutes... They came to a clearing. After going through some bushes, they saw a light.
Allison: Hey a li-
Matt: I see it, bad things seem to happen when you say that.
Allison: It's a cabin... Should we check it out?
Matt: Well, I have a feeling that we won't run into any hicks this time...
Allison: How can you be so sure? Looks pretty run-down to me...
Matt: Well, how many hicks do you know that drive a new Volkswagen Beetle?
Sure enough, there was a bright green Beetle out front. Along with a red Honda Civic. The cabin lights had a warm glow, that almost oozed safety, and security. Matt and Allison desperately need that after all they had been through.
Allison: Well, maybe we can get some help, a phone even...
They walk up to the front door, the sounds of laughter and frivolity are heard just behind the door...
Matt: Yeah, (puts safety on gun) maybe..
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++--Part Three--++
Matt and Allison, nervously approach the door of the cabin. As Matt reaches out to knock on the door when suddenly, it flies open!
Matt&Allison: AHHHHHHH!
Man: AHHHHH!!
Matt: We're so sorry! We need help! Our car broke down and we're being chased by z-
Allison: -Gang members! Very, very dangerous gang members!
Matt looks to Allison puzzled. Allison glares at him to make sure he stays quiet.
Man: (Speaks in an accent) Shit! You almost gave me a heart attack! Well, come on in, you can get out of the cold...
Matt: Thank you, you have no idea what we've been through... My name is Matt, by the way, and this is Allison.
Man: Nice to meet you, I'm Jan.
Allison and Matt walk through the door, the living room area is a welcoming site, with lots of beer, and liquor on the floor, there is a strange scent in the air, almost sedating at the mere whiff of it... Around a tape player on the floor, there are 4 college kids sitting and having fun. Jan introduces Matt and Allison to the group.
Jan: Matt, Allison, I'd like you to meet my friends, Thomas, Kelly, Desiree and that's Joe over there by the window.
Matt, Allison: Hi. Nice to meet you. Thank you for letting us come in...
Allison: Do you happen to have a phone?
Thomas: I have my cell phone out in the car... What seems to have happened to you two? You're both covered in mud... At least it looks like mud...
Matt and Allison both become aware that they are both somewhat covered in Bear's blood. Matt laughs it off nervously.
Matt: *laugh* Oh, we were walking on the side of the road when this HUGE monster truck drives by fast and sprays us both! What an asshole!
Thomas, satisfied with the answer goes outside to his car.
Allison: Yeah, we were pretty pissed... *nervous laugh*
Kelly: Oh, well Allison, you look to be about my size, why don't you get cleaned up and get into some clean clothes?
Allison: Wow, that's so nice of you! But I couldn-
Kelly walks off into one of the other rooms.
Desiree: (speaks with an accent as well) No, that's no problem at all! You look to have had quite a rough time of it so far... A nice hot bath would do you good...
Allison: Well, all right... Matt?
Matt: What? You want me to join you?
Allison: That's not what I meant! I mean...
Matt: It's cool, I'll call about the car. Go on.
Allison: Ok...
Kelly: Here, I got some clothes here... I'll show you to the bathroom.
Allison follows Kelly past the kitchen into the bathroom...
Joe stares after the two of them intently. Thomas walks back in with his cell phone in hand.
Thomas: We came out here to get away from city life, but I can't forget this!
Matt: Oh, so you guys all on vacation?
Jan: Yeah, we all go to the same college, and found out about this great place. Best thing I ever thought of!
Joe, who had been quiet the whole time, gives a little cough, and then turns his head back out to the window.
Jan: FINE! _Joe_ thought of!
Joe: (not turning around) That's better.
Thomas hands the phone to Matt. Matt dials and presses the phone to his ear...
Matt: Hello?
Voice on Phone: *groggy* Wha?
Matt: Ralf! Wake up dude! It's me Matt.
Ralf: Huh? Matt? Dude why are you calling me at fuckin' 1 am in the goddamn morning? I got work tomorrow.
Matt: Dude, the car broke down, me and Allison had some fucked up shit happen to us, can you come get us?
Ralf: No way man, I'm wayy too tired to drive, and even if I wanted to, I let Lori borrow my car so her and Niki could go to a movie.
Matt: Damn! Of all the times... Shit! How do we get home?
Ralf: Where are you anyways?
Matt: I dunno... (looks at Jan) Hey, um, where are we?
Jan: We are about 8 miles south from Deadens creek, just off the main highway.
Matt: Whoa! We're that far out??
Matt repeats the information to Ralf.
Ralf: Jesus Christ! I can't help you man, if I had the wheels, maybe...
Matt: Yeah whatever man... Do me a favor?
Ralf: What?
Matt: Tell my mom I love her...
Ralf: Yeah sure... Why?
Matt: Nevermind... Bye.
Matt clicks the phone off and hands it back to Thomas... He paces in front of the clock on the wall, wondering his next move...
Desiree: You know, I could take you two back to your car in the morning. I'm in no condition to drive right now... Beer?
Matt: (takes beer from Desiree) Yeah, thanks... I need one... Um, yeah, that could work. We'd really appreciate it...
Thomas: Sure thing! We got two extra rooms anyways... You and Allison can take those... Unless you'd like to share one?
Matt: Nah, that's fine, it's up to her.
**Meanwhile**
Allison is in the shower, Kelly is right outside the door.
Kelly: So, how long have you two been walking?
Allison: Seems like hours! Ahhh, every muscle in my body is aching! (turns off water and gets out of shower)
Allison: Ahhh... (wrings out hair) That's so much better!
Kelly: (holds out a towel) Here you go, a nice fluffy towel for you.
Allison was surprised that Kelly had come back in the bathroom. She was embarrassed about her nakedness, but when she looked into the other girls eyes, she immediately felt at ease... Like she did that all the time. In fact for a brief second, she felt very turned on... She shook her head and blushed, and accepted the towel which she quickly wrapped around herself.
Allison: T-thank you...
Kelly smiled at Allison in a way that was at once lecherous and innocent...
Kelly: You're most welcome... I'll see you out in the front room...
Allison: Ok...
She quickly dried off and got dressed, nervous that someone else might try to walk in. She went back out to the front room where everyone else was and saw that Matt had already made himself at home. And from the looks of it had been working on a beer or two.
Matt: Hey babe! Good news! I called Ralf-
Allison: How is that good news?
Matt: (annoyed) Would you get off it? I called him and he can't pick us up. But, Desiree said she'd take us back in the morning and we can stay here for the night!
Allison: (slightly on edge) Oh... Well... That is good news then... Can I talk to you for a minute?
Matt: Sure, 'scuse us...
Others nodded in understanding. Matt and Allison walked to the empty kitchen.
Allison: Matt, do you think it's safe here?
Matt: Yes, I've felt totally at ease since we walked through the door. And a warm bed to sleep in is a hellofa lot safer than being out in those woods!
Allison: Yeah, I see your point...
Matt: So, (raises eyebrow) you going to sleep with me tonight?
Allison: I hate sleeping in the same room with you when you drink... You fart. (Allison walks out to rejoin the others)
Matt: I do not!
**A Little While Later**
The frivolity had died down some, and everyone went to their respective rooms... Matt however, passed out in the living room, while Allison had gone to bed earlier. About 2 hours later, Matt woke up with a start and looked around the moonlit room... The only thing he could clearly see was the large stuffed moosehead that stared blankly at him. He decided that he didn't like it staring at him, so he got up and stumbled to the back rooms...
Allison was awakened by a warm pressure in between her legs. It was dark and she couldn't see at all. But she smelled a strong scent of alcohol and came to the conclusion that it was Matt. She began to push him off of her, but instead of taking a hint, he started kissing her neck and face, finally taking her face into his hands and kissing her passionately. His one hand slides under the blanket to reach down her shirt. At this her eyes bolt open and she makes a muffled squeak of shock at Matt's boldness. She looks around, but the only thing she can see is Matt's eyes... They stare intently, passionately, wanting her... He strokes her face and she gently obliges by pulling the blankets aside and letting him slide next to her. He begins to lift her shirt, when in a moment of panic she stops him.
Allison: Wait, I don't know if I'm ready for this...
He puts a finger to her mouth to quiet her while his other hand gets cozy in her underwear.
Allison: *whisper* Well, maybe I am.... *moan*
The covers are pulled over their heads, then clothing begins to fly onto the floor...
**Meanwhile**
Matt is stumbling down the hallway to his room when suddenly he is grabbed by a pair of soft fragrant hands and pulled into the room. Before he can react, succulent lips press themselves onto his, and they share a brief, but seemingly electric, kiss. They part and Matt is dazed. The female leads him to the bed and pushes him backwards. He falls and then asks:
Matt: Whoa... Ally?
Female: *seductivly* Mmm-hmm....
The female then straddles his legs and begins to undo his belt buckle and unzips his pants with her teeth.
Matt: Oh... God... *eyes roll back*
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++--Part Four--++
Thomas is sitting alone in the cellar, he is wearing a black leather bondage-like suit... Buckles, and straps of all kinds. He sits, in deep thought. Finally, he stands and walks to the back of the cellar, he walks over a large pentagram in the center of the floor, the color of dried blood. He walks towards the sounds of moans and wet slurping sounds...
Thomas: *as if in disgust* You two are like fucking rabbits...
He sees Desiree on all fours, her leather dress hiked up over her shapely hips. Jan is bent over her, his teeth embedded into her neck. Blood is dripping out of her wound and her mouth. Jan himself has puncture marks in his neck. Her eyes flash red as she turns to face Thomas. Her red hair writhing in the air as if it were living...
Desiree: What's the matter, _Reverend_? Jealous? Or (pausing a moment), would you like to join us? *smiles wickedly*
Thomas: *sneer* I have better things to do. I think our guests are going to be "cumming" any minute... Ha ha, haa haa haaa haaa! *more maniacal laughter*
Jan: (pulls away from Desiree, fangs bared) My, my, a typical American, laughing at his own jokes. I tire of this. I so wanted to taste some virgin blood... But that "Thing" is tainting her! Sluts just don't do it for me... No offense of course, darling.
Desiree: (pushes Jan over) None taken. I would love to taint that boy though... *licks her chops* Hmm, maybe "Kelly" will be willing to share... Mmmmmmmm! (starts to walk towards the stairs)
Thomas: I think not... (grabs her by the hair and pulls her close)
Desiree: Ow! You prick!
Thomas: *whispers into her ear* I'm glad you acknowledge I do have one. But they need to think that it is their supposed "mate" or they won't cooperate. And then where would we be? Hmm?
Jan flips his hair back as he stands up, the front of his shirt soaked in blood. He levitates towards a couch and sits comfortably.
Jan: As much as I don't like you, you are quite right. The Master gave us orders and as such, we must carry them out. We still have many more souls to go before the Master can implement his plans. Why he chose those other two is beyond me.
Thomas: *releases Desiree* It is quite simple, as long as people get laid, they will be much more agreeable. Succubi and Incubi are the experts in their fields. I'm sure they're getting farther than you two could've ever hoped to. Especially with your attitudes...
Desiree and Jan growl at Thomas, with fangs and talons bared. Desiree's hair has gone into a Medusaic overdrive. Thomas ignores them and begins to walk away.
Jan: *considerbly deeper voice* You are a disgrace to all vampires!
Desiree: *voice is also deeper, more animalistic* Your blood will be on my hands and your esophagus in my mouth when we are through with the contract! I promise this to you!
Thomas does not turn around. He raises his hand, and flips them both off with a a clawed finger.
Thomas: *voice deepend* That is sweet of you to offer, but I think I'll have other business to attend to. (disappears up the stairs)
Jan and Desiree return to normal.
Desiree: He really gets on my tits.
Pauses and wraps her hair around Jan and pulls him close.
Desiree: Now... *smiles seductivly* Where were we?
**Meanwhile**
Matt: Jesus Christ! Ohhh... Allison, where in the hell did you lean how to do that! Not that I'm- ahhhhh... Complaining...
The Succubus, now identified as "Kelly" does not answer, her mouth remains occupied with other things.
Matt's pants are bunched around his ankles, his feet are dangling over the side of the bed. He is blissfully unaware that the woman that is giving him such pleasure is not the woman he thinks. Matt twitches uncontrollably, on the verge of climax. Suddenly, the woman pulls away.
Matt: *breathing heavily* Wh- what's the matter?
Kelly: *low whisper* Shhh. Quiet lover, nothing is wrong...
The Succubus straddles him once again, and slowly removes her clothes, gliding each article over his face.
Finally she removes her pants, and reveals that she was not wearing panties... Matt can only feel the soft flesh pressing against him.
Matt: Uh... *voice cracks* is that... *cough* what I think it is?
Kelly: Mmmm-hmmm...
Kelly shifts forward, forcing Matt to enter. She arches her back to fully accommodate him into her. She slowly began to ride up and down, then harder and faster. Matt leans back in pre-orgasmic bliss... But every thrust Kelly makes, her body begins to change. Her skin becomes harder; more reptilian, small, sharp horns begin to emerge from her forehead. In between her shoulders, her back splits open with a wet tearing sound, masked by the sounds of sex. Slimy membranous growths unfurl into large talon-tipped bat wings. Her mouth opens in a particularly loud moan as her incisors extend into points. Her newly grown claws scratch bloody trails in Matt's chest as he starts bucking her up and down. He reaches her chest to cup her bouncing breasts, thrusting ever closer to the verge of ecstasy when suddenly, a moment of clarity was flashed into his mind.
Matt: Allison! Stop! I can't finish this!
Matt pushes Kelly off of him and sits upright, his member wet and sticky at his thigh. Kelly isn't quite sure what to do at this point as this had never happened before.
Kelly: W-what's wrong sweetie? Are you having a, a problem with your.. Thing? Or did I do something to hurt you?
Matt: No! God no! I just can't continue this! I don't want to get you pregnant!
Kelly, being a Succubus, thought that this was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard and before she could stop herself, she was laughing quite loudly.
Matt: I don't think this is a joking matter Allison. We shouldn't let our bodies rule over our minds. (public service announcement) We'll just have to wait, even though that was the most fun I think I've ever had with you.
Kelly gnashed her teeth and responded in kind by punching Matt in the face, knocking him onto his back. Dazed, Kelly took just this opportunity to jump right back ontop of him, to finish her demonic mission.
Matt: Allison! What the hell are you doing?!?
Kelly: *snarl* You ARE a moron! I'm not Allison! I'm not even human!
Her lips twist cruelly and her eyes glow with a dark green opalescence that prove to Matt that this was indeed a creature of darkness. But instead of screaming out, Matt grabbed both her wrists before she could squirm out, he gave her hard a head-butt and threw her to the side, stunning her for his escape. He tugged his pants up and yanked open the door. He had to find Allison, he shuddered to think if anything had happened to her. He ran down the hall, desperately raking his brain to find the room that Allison had been sleeping in. At the last door, he heard muffled moans of pleasure and at that moment he swore to castrate any creature that dared lay a hand on her. As he reached for the knob, he felt a large hand clasp his throat and all went dark...
***10 minutes earlier***
Unbeknownst to Allison, this clearly was not Matt. Alarms and subtle signs went off in her head, but her mind was so filled with a raging lust that she ignored every single one.
Allison: (thinking) He's so amazing! I never dreamed he'd even know how do to _that_!
Her hands wandered over her lovers body, brushing lightly past what she imagined felt like a tail. She dismissed that clue as well. Joe, the Incubus had his work cut out for him this time. Here was this complete innocent, he could definitely tell that for sure, she was so sexually frustrated that she practically exuded pent up energy. He felt a surge of pride to know that she would go to heaven at least 5 times before she died... Or more. He hadn't quite decided how long he would have his way with her. His kind savored their work, especially with the virgins... There weren't many to find these days, he could remember back to when he could have his pick of fresh young things to do with what he wished. It made him weep to think of the sweet soft flesh of the maidens in villages. Asses so tight you'd hurt your hand giving them a good spanking... He suddenly felt her grip tighten and her breathing hard and fast. Uh-oh, he was loosing focus, not that what's-her-name noticed. She already lost it. He felt her shudder in climax while he was on his sticky memory lane... One down, he thought, then--oh wait, two... Ha ha ha ha.... Suddenly a mental intrusion occurred, his bond with those sticks in the mud made it so they could communicate telepathically. It was that pompous asshole Jan... Who in the hell would keep that name?
Joe: What do you want? Can't you tell I'm busy?
Jan: You're taking your sweet time up there, how long does it take to fuck them into submission??
Joe: Crass heathen! This is an art form, perfected by my kind for generations! You cannot rush such bliss! And what kind of incubi would I be if I did not give my pretty a proper send off?
Jan: One that would do as they were told! Damn you! We have but 2 hours to daylight you fool!
Joe: The sun doesn't affect me. I could go all day... Keep fucking with me and I'll do just that!
Jan: I'm warning you, you oversexed bat! The master will hear of this insurrection!
Joe: Hmm? What was that you say? I was busy getting my dick sucked. Fuck off ankle biter!
Jan: Arrogant prick! *roar of frustration*
Joe: (thinking) Ahhh, music to my ears... Oh, and here comes another beautiful sound...
Allison, face speckled with perspiration making her glow ethereally in the moonlight, was breathing hard and irregularly. She was in absolute bliss and adoration of this man who has brought her pleasure beyond her wildest imagination. A man who just hours earlier was a royal pain in her side, the reason that they went through the horror in the woods, yet also the reason they still lived. She wanted to tell him that she could take no more, when suddenly his head disappeared under the blankets, and she screamed a primal howl of ecstasy as his mouth was in place, no longer caring who heard her in the lonely cabin. She gripped the bed post and in her convulsions, ripped it clear off the frame!
Joe: (thinking) 700 years old, and I _STILL_ got it!
Allison tossed the bed post to the other side of the room, it landed on the floor with a thunderous boom.
She then found herself being flipped over in some as yet only imagined position. Just as she was going to be assaulted once again, she felt "Matt" yanked forcibly backward, covers strewn every which way, and lights being turned on.
As she turned to first cover herself, she noticed two things:
1: That most defiantly was NOT Matt.
and
2: Desiree had some pretty sharp teeth.
Allison: HOLY FUCK!
Desiree: Honey, what you've been doing is anything BUT holy. *bears fangs* Stay there if you don't want to see your precious Matt hurt!
Allison: What did you do to Matt!?!
Lunges at Desiree but is swatted aside like a misquito.
Desiree: Stupid bitch, don't you know you can't win? And you. *shakes Joe by his pointed ear* You are royally fucked now, your bitch-mate got knocked out cold. She ALMOST let the him escape! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip your pencil-dick off now?
Joe: *smiles confidently* You wouldn't be saying that if I had you on all fours, my lavacious angel of blood... *licks lips with long forked tounge*
Desiree: *entwines her tongue with his, pulls away and knees him in the groin* Don't make me vomit!
Quickly recovering, Joe entangles his tail around Desiree's ankle, and makes her lose her balance. She recovers but not before Joe can pin her to the floor, and play "hide the tail" between her thighs, further enraging her. While they were struggling, Allison as quietly as she could snuck out of the room, crawling backwards on the ground. She groped at the air, trying to find a wall in the dark hall, praying to every god that she could think of that she wouldn't mistakenly grab hold of some one's foot... Her hand locked around a large metal ring attached to the floor. Not sure what it was, but fearing the worst, she gave it a little tug, and the floor underneath lifted. She was so surprised that she almost let it land with a thud. She slowly, carefully lifted it and put her hand into the even more enveloping darkness and felt a solid stair. she felt further and it was the same. She decided that this was her best bet and maneuvered herself down the hole. Then she gingerly lowered the lid on her basement coffin. There was a dim light far off, and it allowed her to see the rest of the way down the stairs without incident. Once on the floor and fully aware that she was unclothed, she backed into a corner, kicking up dust at her sudden movements. She faintly heard a click, click, click. Mustering all the courage she could, she ventured around the wall she was hiding behind and took a quick peek. A large open space, similar to the living room was there, but instead of the creature comforts, there were black stone pillars in a pentagram configuration, each one with a full set of chains. On the floor was a large pentagram, kind of reddish brown. In the front of the northernmost pillar was a small
triangular alter, on which rested a large book, and a very nasty-looking dagger.
Allison: (thinking) Motherfuckers! Why is it that EVERY demonic sanctuary thingy has to look EXACTLY the same!
A small moan brought Allison's attention to a slab just past the ceremonial section of the room. There, chained by the neck was Matt. His hands bound together in front of him. He too was missing his clothing and but had the luxury of wearing a black loincloth. Fearing that it was a trap, she edged her way to the semi-concious Matt. When she reached him, she tapped him lightly on the cheek and clamped her hand over his mouth to muffle any noises he might make upon his arousal.
Matt: *Muurrph!*
Allison: (whispers in his ear) Matt, it's all right, it's really me! What the fuck happened? What's going on here!
Matt: (hisses through his teeth) It was your idea to come here! Why are you naked?!?
Allison: (whispers coldly) I think the same thing happened to you soldier. I have two words for you: At ease.
Matt: I thought that was you! And I was drunk! What's your excuse, Miss Drinking makes you stupid?
Allison: I was horny. But let us discuss this later, if there is a later. How can I get you loose?
Matt: *mutters* You should know all about that....
Allison: You fucker, should I LET them drain your blood?
Matt: They will anyway, my gun is upstairs and so is your backpack with all that shit in there. Unless, of course, you have something ELSE hidden somewhere? Hmm?
Allison: Why are you just giving up? C'mon, I can't do this alone... I'm scared... Matt, I'm really fucking scared. (a tear falls on Matt's chest)
Matt: Why, why do you do that? I hate to see you cry. Wait... Wait a sec... Are there any types of sharp rock, or metal?
Allison: There's a knife on the altar over there! Don't move!
Matt: Where the hell would I go?
Allison silently makes her way back to the altar and the book, she lifts the dagger, and feels a surge of power go through her. She almost drops the dagger, the feeling is so intense. She forces herself to go back to Matt, putting the feeling of the dagger in the back of her mind.
Matt: Jesus! That's fucking huge!
Allison: Makes you wonder what they were going to do with it, huh?
Matt: Shit no! Cut the rope and the collar.
Allison: Isn't the collar metal?
Matt: No, its leather, thick as hell though...
Allison cuts Matt's hands free, and starts to work at his neck. She carefully slides the dagger under the collar, next to his jugular. She can feel the beat of his heart press against the blade as she carefully works it back and forth. Then, voices!
Matt: Hurry!
Allison: I know! I don't want to cut- No!
Matt: I'm ok! You just nicked me, keep going!
The blood trickles onto the blade. The dagger begins to hum, and glow a deep purple.
Allison: What's going on Matt?
Matt: I don't know! Something's up with that thing!
Voices upstairs: Find her! She could not have gone far without her clothes! You! Check the sanctuary!
Allison begins cutting faster. The door to the cellar opens. She's halfway through the collar. Footsteps coming down the stairs. Matt pulls the collar taught. Shuffling through the pillars. The collar breaks free! Matt jumps off his slab and yanks Allison behind a pillar. The dagger still giving off a slight low hum.
Matt: (whispers in her ear) Do something with that thing!
The shuffling gets closer to the slab. They hold their breath as their pursuer comes into view... Thomas. He touches the area Matt just vacated and looks around... His view shifts to the pillars, and he advances towards them. Matt gives Allison a kiss on the forehead, and runs loudly away from her, garnering the attention of Thomas, who immediately follows the sounds.
Allison: (thinking) Oh no you don't!
Allison noiselessly creeps after them, she hears a scuffle, and stops.
Thomas: Where is she hiding?! If you tell us now, we may not tear her apart in front of you!
Matt: What kind of shitty deal is that?!? You'll have to go through me first!
Thomas: Shouldn't be so hard...
Matt: SHIT!
Allison hears a bone-cracking sound and realizes that whatever she planned on doing, she better do it now. The dagger was pulsating in her hand, its soft hum unbearably loud in her head, it was directing her... Blood, it said, give me Blood.... Setting her jaw, she ran into the room, Matt was backed into a corner, Thomas is at least a foot taller, longer, powerful arms outstretched towards Matt. Allison runs up behind Thomas and in one swift movement she had not only jumped onto Thomas's back, but had plunged the dagger into his side. He howled in agony, his eyes bright red, he tried to shake whatever was on him loose. Allison was still holding onto the hilt of the blade, Turn me, it told her, and she complied. Thomas screamed again, and somehow managed to back into a wall and knock Allison unconscious, landing in a crumpled heap on the floor. Matt was not just sitting around all this time, he was desperately searching for a way to block the entrance, because after THAT howl, the was no mistaking where the girl had gone. Thomas was trying to pull the blade from his side, but the dagger only seemed to impale itself deeper into him. Blood splashed the walls and the floor where Allison lay. Matt found a chain and was working it though the metal ring on the underside of the door. The door was beginning to be lifted, there was shouting. He quickly fastened both ends to the underside of the stairs, and for the moment, it was going to hold.
Matt: (thinking) Now to deal with him...
A grim determination washed across his face as he walked back from behind the stairs. Matt's bare foot hit something hard.
Matt: Ow! The fuck?
He looked down at the ground and had stumbled across a large pointy splinter of wood. He grinned, picked up the wood, and ran at the flailing Thomas, he was going to impale him, when suddenly, the chains broke, and before he could even turn around, Matt had arms, legs, tails and who knows what else wrapped around him, subduing him. Jan walked over to Thomas and effortlessly plucked the dagger from his side.
Jan: Ah, ah, ah, my dearest Thomas... You let two mortals almost destroy you... *laugh* I think that is quite humorous...
Thomas: ......
Still laughing, Jan toys with the dagger and licks the blood on it, Desiree joins him, and licks it also. Desiree then walks over to Matt, who is pinned on his knees. She picks his head up by his hair to look at her face, a stray lock of her hair caresses his face.
Desiree: You and your little friend there have caused us quite a bit of trouble, more trouble than we've ever had from little rodents like you... I come to offer you a proposition... Would you join us? Live forever? You could become a part of something very important...
Matt: I appreciate the sentiment, but you'll just have to ask someone else... And tell the psycho slut to quit licking my ear please?
Desiree: Enough _Kelly_. *rolls eyes* Oh well, you cannot blame me for trying. (speaks to Kelly) Subdue him.
Kelly: Gladly... Sweet dreams lover-boy...
Kelly knocks Matt in the back of the head, he slumps forward and is let drop on the ground.
Jan: String them up, we're losing precious time! Now that Thomas here is unavailable for the ceremony, I shall perform the rites and feed their souls into the Dark Realm for our master...
Joe picks Allison up and drags her to the pillars and chains her there by her neck and wrists, Kelly did the same to Matt. Then the transformations began... Bones crackling, hisses and cloth and skin tearing wake both Allison and Matt. They look to each other with surprise first, then shared dread. Matt musters the courage to look over to his captors. Jan and Desiree have grown about a foot each, clothes shed, a dark hair covering half of their bodies, their arms are longer, and fingers are elongated into gnarled claws. Their faces remain almost unchanged, except for their mouths, which are quite larger filled with jagged yellow
teeth.
Joe: I like you SO much better in your human form....
Desiree: *hiss* Ffffuck offf...
Kelly and Joe both have their wings wrapped around them, their feet arched high with a single claw in the back of each foot. Smooth skin replaced by reptilian scales. Their ears tapered into points. Horns crested each of their foreheads like crowns. They had grown small fangs and forked tongues in their mouths.
Allison: Let us go!
Jan: Oh, of course! I'm terribly sorry, right away!
Jan, Desiree, Joe and Kelly all burst out laughing.
Allison: *rolls eyes* Well, it was worth a shot.
Jan: Oh my.. *wipes tear from eye* Well, like I said, nothing personal, time is short. I'm due for my beauty sleep...
Jan walks to the alter, and flips the pages of the book, Desiree, Kelly and Joe take their places at each point of the pentagram, without Thomas. Jan begins to chant holding the dagger high above his head.
Jan: Kendara okine, rempredat yedet, trahgoona, mecoides, dracorum sadis-dee....
The walls of the cellar shift and warp until they are no longer visible, only a deep recessive void, an inky blackness that filled the captives with renewed terror. Jan pointed the dagger first to Matt, Matt felt the need to look away but his body would not comply. His eyes began to fill with blood and his body drew forward, as if his whole body was being sucked towards the dagger.
Allison: *screaming* MAAAATTT!! NO! LEAVE HIM ALONE!
Desiree, who was standing in front of Allison's pillar, turned and backhanded Allison across the mouth, drawing blood.
Desiree: *hissing* Whore, he needs his concentration! Don't worry you're next!
Matt's eyes had rolled back and blood was running out of his nose and mouth...
Matt: Unnnggggghhh...
Something was being pulled out of his body that looked like a gray mist. Allison's eyes went even wider with shock, she struggled hard as she could on her bonds, but to no avail. She had given up all hope and her body became racked with sobs.
Jan: Sertberner okiou kolpet minga!
His arms raised high over his head, beckoning Matt's essence out of him, finding some resistance. Sweat ran down his brow, and he repeated the last lines over again. Then again. Suddenly...
*BOOOMM!*
*CLICK-CLICK*
*BOOOM*
Jan flew backwards with a large hole blown into his chest, the dagger knocked out of his hand impaling itself into Kelly's wing. Matt passed out, and Allison looked over to where the shot came from, standing there with a smoking sawed-off 12-guage, was Ralf!
Ralf: *blows on the barrel* Party's over...
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Awesome. That's what I've been looking for. I didn't know that Medusaic was a word.
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Is it just me....?
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I'm just good like that!
I make my own words up willy-nilly! Sounds cool though, don't it??
Thanks for the positive reactions muh man. I'm working on number 5....
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Oh the toil a lie can bring. That quitters never know. But lies can be the perfect thing, if they never show.
%%%Angel of Wanton Distruction%%%
Spawn's Angels
Suna no ashiato kuzureteku
"The footsteps I leave behind vanish in the sand"
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