Run

‘Run, he thought, as his form blurred with unnatural speed through the Alabama swamplands. Run faster. A mile. Just one more mile. One more. Hold, hold damn you. What he was doing was extremely dangerous he knew. So much in fact that a few minuets ago when he was swimming the half-mile girth of the Tennessee River, he had thought of plunging down in to the murky water. If he swam down and buried him self in the dirt. Maybe, just maybe he’d be able to drown himself. But he couldn’t be sure. After all a 6 story drop couldn’t kill him. A knife to the stomach had nearly no effect. Even the three shotgun slugs he had just taken couldn’t do more than hurt like hell, and piss him off.


His heart pounded as he raced through the swamp. He could feel the muscle tissue sowing together pushing third bullet that didn’t go through. But instead struck and shattered his right shoulder. His bones were even now shifting back to solid form. His breath came heavily and his mind scrambled trying to control the madding rage, And the savage hunger. For every time he used his abilities the hunger always came. A hunger so great it took form in the unholy beast that made him a killer of all God’s creations. So now he ran. Ran to keep from hurting anything anyone. There was only one hope. Only one place he could go. And she was there. He would not harm her. Could not, he told himself. He hated going there still. Hated putting her in danger so he might not harm another. But it was the only choice. She was his salvation. His link to humanity. His last and only hope.

He reached the thick forest and barely noticed as he traded the freezing mud and slime at his feet, for the barrage of branches striking his body and face. They whipped at him slicing small gashes. Were his hide not becoming denser as he ran, he might have been decapitated, as a normal human would have at his speed. The cuts healed nearly as fast as they appeared. He cleared the forest and leaped in to the street his mind to primitive now to truly remember which way. He sniffed the air caching the scent of his home, of her, of meat. He only stopped for a second, and than darted forward into the night. Betty House a 64-year-old home healthcare worker would for the rest of her days tell everyone she had that night seen the devil.

The door of the white 19th century home burst in with a loud crash. From the kitchen emerged a beautiful dark skin women holding a large shotgun. He stood there shaking from head to foot. He had grown several inches in his neck and arms. And was panting so heavily she could fell his breath from across the room. She quickly moved to the cellar door and opened it. The smell of fresh bloody meat flooded his senses he rushed down the stairs knocking her to the ground as he went. In the cold basement hung the corpses of several deer, boar, and rabbets. He attacked the largest boar and sunk his teeth deep into it. The taste of the cool blood sent his barely controlled hunger into a madding sweet nothingness. He devoured into sleep.


He emerged from the stairs breathing steady. His clothes were gone he stood there naked covered in blood. None of it was his own, as his wounds had healed and he had returned to human form. He stared at her. She had backed up against the front door, now closed and bared shut, her gun pointed at him. “Are…Oh Jason, are you alright?” she asked in her thick Middle Eastern accent. He smiled coolly “I am fine gypsy.” He had never referred to her in this way before, but still, he was clearly human now. The beast was at bay. Retreated to the far corners of his sole, her terror began to fade. She stood and set the gun on the sidewall. She just stared at him for a moment he looked like a bloodied Greek god of a man. She realized this was the first time she had seen a none gypsy boy naked. No this was not a boy, he was a man. No not a man either. He was as much beast as man. It was only when she thought this that she realized she was staring into his eyes. In the back of her mind she remembered her training. The beast could hypnotize. She shook her head breaking the daze. Her eyes on the floor she was suddenly immensely aware of her body she wore only a small pair of shorts and a thin, white, cotton shirt. The thick blankets and the hot furnace had made her too uncomfortable for more. Even winter in the south did not match the cold climate of her home.


Her gaze remained on the dark hardwood floor. But she felt his eyes trace her body. He saw her as few had since she had come of age and she knew he was staring at her not as the members of her clan had. But as a woman. She felt his stair upon her toes, Painted with the pretty purple polish she had gotten from her school. Her legs dark and smooth like her mothers, calves, her thighs, purple shorts, bare exposed belly, white cotton, breasts pushing against the fabric, neck, finally her face she felt a pull too look at him. But knew she couldn’t. Training. Remember your damn training. She thought. She thought of running, were she didn’t know. She thought of the gun but the 3 feet between her and it was a gulf. Knowing she must say something soon she blurted, ”ill… ill get you a towel.” She turned away from him and headed toward the kitchen.


She got about to steps, her eyes staying on the floor. Than, with know sound and unearthly speed, he was in front of her. She startled back, forgetting her training and looked directly in to his eyes she felt it now stronger then ever not a strange buzz, but a rushing euphoria. Her body loosened, her breasts seamed to warm and harden, and her legs became weak, as what felt like a river came from between him. He reached his bloodied hands up and touched cupped her face. Some were her rational mind screamed to her. Remember your training! The man can control the beast, just as the beast can control the man. This is not Jason. It is the darkness with in him. She knew this and didn’t care any of it mattered to her. This was not the young boy she had met on the college steps. The boy so scared and lost not knowing what he was. She knew though. Her people had taught her. And she taught him. And now it had come to this. The beast would kill her.


This seemed to slap a bit of sense in to her. Not her death. Her mothers. Her father crying over her mother’s grave. He could not lose her to. She struck him hard to the face as hard as she could. He stumbled back seeming to be in more shook than anything else. She rolled backward across the floor. Flung her self toward the gun she didn’t expect to be alive long enough to fell it in her hands. Time seemed to slow as she dove. She felt as if in a dream. And not able to move. But her hands found the gun she rolled over and stood pointing the gun in his direction. He had appeared directly in front of her. His chest was pressed against the barrel. He said nothing but only smiled at her, baring all his teeth playfully. “Get back,” she said with as much venom in her voice as she could. “I still hunger he said gleefully. This through her of grad a bit even knowing what he was it felt odd the horror of someone wanting to eat you. Stuttering she said. “Jason I… I have more meat in the.”


“That,” he said cutting her off, “is not what I am hungry for.” He raised his hand under the gun brushed it along her abdomen. This froze her. The skin he touched burned with warmth. He than cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. She moaned with pleaser unintentional. In shock and fear she backed against the wall. “Stay back Jason,” she pleaded. He smiled and took another step in to the gun. “Ah. My little Gipsy, you know Jason isn’t here. You see Jason doesn’t want to let me come out and play. I’m to be a god boy and stay back in corner and never hurt the pretty little girls. But you see Jason loves you. Would never hurt you. But hates himself far too much to ever tell you so. So I’m going to give him something. I’m going to show him that by letting me come out more he can have anything he wants. Tonight I’m going to give you such bliss,” he now moved his long arms and put his hands to her thighs,” so much bliss that you will be his slave.

His hands were on her thighs stroking them, which made it very hard to think. The gun was at her hip now pointed at his head. “And if I blow your fucking head off?” He laughed at that. “Than I become my true self and take you anyway, only Jason will wakes to find you beaten, torn, ripped, and dead. Or maybe I will have that second meal after all.” She hesitated staring at him blankly. For a long time the two of them just stood there, their eyes locked. In a fluid motion, he pulled the gun from her hand, pressed his body to hers, and kissed her full on the mouth. His tong pushed through her lips. Part of her wanted it, welcomed it. Her body now flared with passion at his actions. But the blood on his lips, the blood that filled his mouth. She had not thought of the blood before, his damn eyes. She felt as if she’d be sick but his tong would not leave her. He forced the kiss long and hard. The chemicals in he body sent her the most extreme mix of desires. A mix of erratic longing that pulsated her skin, with a sickening that twisted her stomach and made vomit rise in her thought.


Two things became very clear to her in this moment. She hated this monster. She loved this man. The kiss did not break but instead his hands moved up her thighs over her stomach and cupped the breasts under her shirt. He pushed himself against her so that his hardness pulsed against her stomach. He moved up and down dry humping her. Rage flared with in her but was quickly replaced buy shook and terror. He was growing. His body was shifting expanding very slowly in to his other self. She knew that pain, rage, or hunger could trigger a change. But could lust? Why not? That was only another kind of hunger. She thought. But if he changes now he’ll kill me. And soon after he comes back to his right mind he’ll kill himself. Or worse he’ll give over to the darker side of his nature. The terror started to overwhelm, but as it always did her training came back to her. “If the beast is hungry, feed it the sated age always the easiest kill,” Her father’s words coming back to her from so many years ago. If only she had listened to her father’s wisdom earlier how much easier this all would have been. But past was past. She had to act now. She grabbed Jason at the waist and pulled him tight against her. She also pressed her tong into his mouth and sucked his tong with all her might. This startled him enough that she was able to slip her leg around his knee and send them both to the floor.


On the ground she straddled him felling his to large member growing beneath her. She reached for it and began stroking. He released her mouth for the first time, arched his back and made some mad sound between laugh and growl. He reached up and ripped her shirt spilling out her breasts. She stroked him faster, until her arm felt weak and sore. She hoped that soon he would come and that would be the end of it. He pulled her into him pressing her naked breasts to his chest. He ripped the shorts off her and pushed himself inside her. She didn’t scream, though she wanted to. He was thrusting up in to her as he pulled her down. He overpowered her so greatly; there was no pint in trying to stop it. She instead moved her hands to his arms and used the leverage to thrust him into her. He released her fell back and let her do the work. The evil in him was gone now. The man had not returned instead something else, some bestial instinct. His hands dug in to the hardwood floor. She was in pain but the adrenalin and lust blocked it out. As she road him she thought of the fact that she was controlling this primal force. That it was crippled in a way by her will. She moved faster now trying to tighten herself. The thrilling rush that coursed through her built into something she fond both thrilling and horrifying. She could fell it coming. It had never before happened for her with a man. But this was no man. Which, in some far off corner of her mind, she knew made this sick. She climaxed in an awesome wave of relief and euphoria. She felt him howl underneath her. He fell back rocked with his own orgasm.


For a long time they lay they’re in strange silence. His mind and control had returned to him now. He was desperately searching for something to say. Somehow I’m sorry didn’t seem to measure up. Finley she broke the silence, “We should clean up.” Silently they stood she went to the upstairs bathroom, while he went to the one down the hall. In the shower while the cold water struck his burning flesh, washing away the blood but not the guilt, he begin to cry. What had he done? Ever since he had met this girl had been sweet, understanding, and forgiving. But could she forgive this? Would he want her to? He loved her but would he want this kind of existence with her, did he want to exist at all. He hesitantly got out of the shower. His flesh had warmed back to its heightened temperature within moments. He thought of fleeing, of leaping from the window and running out of her life forever. In a way it would be a kindness. But no, he would hear her out first. He would leave later. But first he would face her. He would bear whatever she had to say to him. And then he would run.


He exited the bathroom and followed the sound of her heartbeat. It was steady calm. He didn’t know if that was a good sign. He knocked on her bedroom door, which sort of seemed stupid after everything that had happened tonight. “Come in,” she answered. She was sitting on her bed in a long white cotton robe. She was starring at the floor. The silence stretched. “Jason, will you sit with me.” He walked to the bed and set a few feet from her. He faced the floor as if it might strike out at him. He wished it would. He wished it would open up and swallow him whole. Say something, he thought. But what could he say? What could he do? He let his eye drift to her a bit. He saw her purple painted toenails. Her small, tan, soft feet and ankles. He felt it in him agene. It was shifting in side of him. He wanted her. Even now. The Id. The part of him with no felling no morals, only the want, and the have. He resisted a desire to put his hand on her leg. The demon bucked inside him. It was stirring again, not to strong yet. But he knew how quickly that could change. She had always calmed him down. Since she first told him she knew what he was.