by Hood, E. B.
I guess I sounded hesitant and scared enough to Dave, because he was already to reassure me. “We’ll hurry lickety-split. I just don't want you to get cold, and you'll be nice and warm if you come on in.”
“Alright,” I agreed. Wow, they must think I'm stupid.
As I got out of the warm car and followed Dave up to the cabin, I could see smoke starting to puff out of the chimney. Probably a human wouldn't be able to see the smoke. It was a moonless night, but you have to be an idiot to believe that a cabin in the forest was already warmer before we got there.
I followed Dave into the cabin. When I came in through the door, he shut it behind me, and I could hear him locking the door. It was cold in the cabin. Jim was standing over a fresh fire that he just started. Not only that, but I could tell from the smell and the look of things, that no one had been here for days.
Dave ushered me over to a gross looking little loveseat. I sat down, and then Jim came over and sat right next to me. At this point, it was really, really hard to keep the smile off of my face.
They may not be bikers, but for tonight they will do.
Chapter 3
All My Friends Are In
Dead Places
I love running through the forest at night with my hair flying behind me and wearing nothing as the cold air wraps around my naked body.
I was in a hurry; Jim was getting away. I really screwed up.
All this power and I don't know how to fight. Slipping through the trees at high speed I could feel myself losing it. I couldn’t stop worrying about Jim escaping me. I was running to fast, I jumped up onto a low lying branch.
I had my legs bent so that my butt was on my heels, my arms straight over my chest with my hands holding onto the branch. I took a calming breath and then another one. Smelling the air, I could taste the smell of Jim’s Old Spice and cigarettes. I looked into the direction of the smell; I understood what direction he went in.
Now I could tell where there was a path. Now that I have calmed a little, I can track him. I can’t make mistakes, not like at the cabin. I started to run toward the smell.
As I ran, my mind wandered back to what happened at the cabin.
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Jim was sitting next to me on the loveseat, and Dave took residency across from us in an old recliner. I guess Dave had forgotten that we were here to grab a couple of items because he was all relaxed in his chair.
Dave and Jim both cracked open a couple of beers, lit up cigarettes, and started bullshitting back and forth. The next thing that I knew they were trying to strike up a conversation with me.
It didn’t take long before the conversation became real creepy. They wanted to know if I was a virgin. I played stupid and nervous. Then they started to offer money for me to take off my clothes. Of course, I refused. And then they threatened me, so I pretended to be scared. Then I did what they asked, and walked across the room to take off my clothes.
Now I wasn’t scared; I was excited because I felt the way these men felt about hunting animals in the wild. I knew I was stronger and faster, but I was also inexperienced.
I was about to find out how much.
The cabin was basically one big room with a fireplace on one wall. There was a loft in the roof of the cabin; the staircase came down almost in the middle of the room. The bottom of the staircase came to a landing that leads to the rear of the cabin. The staircase acted like a wall that separated the cabin and made it feel like more than one space. On the other side of the staircase were a washing basin, refrigerator, stove and a few cabinets. That made it kind of a makeshift kitchen.
The bathroom appeared to be outside where an old outhouse was. This was serious rustic living. I'd never taken into account that all my speed would be hard to use against them in such a small area.
I had never been in a fight in my life. I just had to take these two guys out fast. I'd never been around men that knew how to hunt and kill. I started off on the right foot; I wanted them off guard; that's why I stood there taking off my clothes, throwing them into the corner of the room. My nakedness would distract them, and I wouldn’t mess up my dress.
After I was naked, Jim walked up to me and put his arms around me. He kept talking about how he wasn't going to hurt me or make me do anything I didn’t want to do; he just wanted me to be warm.
When he started trying to kiss me, I knew that the game was up. I wasn't going to be able to take one of them off into another room, so I decided to take them both on at the same time.
So I spun Jim around and tried to bite the back of his neck. I was a little surprised; I was pushed back by Dave, and then all hell broke loose.
I clawed at Dave first, but he stepped back. I swung into the air. Then I took a punch to the face from Jim.
I was able to take the damage, but it still hurt. It was a full on brawl: punching, clawing, kicking, and throwing each other around the room.
It didn’t help that they still were wearing all their clothes. They were wearing thick winter jackets. Every time I clawed them, I just ripped up their clothes; my punches and kicks where softened against their heavy outfits. Even though they had the extra protection, I was still beating the hell out of them.
At the same time, I was taking a beating too. The room was too small to maneuver, and all my extra strength was offset by their weight. When I grabbed hold of one, the other one would pull me off, and throw me into the wall or the floor.
The few pieces of furniture were tossed all over the room. I picked up the recliner and threw it at one of the men smashing a large hole in the wall.
I would have kicked their asses if I knew how to fight; just watching them beat me up was a learning experience. I was seeing all kinds of things I didn’t know: the way you swing to punch, how to use a person’s weight against them, and how to avoid a punch or kick.
I couldn’t recall how long this went on, but, at one point, I got on Jim’s back and bit his neck. He ripped me off; my fangs where still attached to his throat, causing it to tear his skin open. Blood sprayed everywhere.
He turned around and shoved me into the wall. I pushed myself off the wall to attack again when a loud noise, followed by what felt like the hand of God punching me.
The right side of my chest was hit hard. I slammed against the wall and fell down into a slump.
It took me a second to realize that Dave was standing over me with a shotgun. I lay perfectly still, while I felt my body stop the bleeding. Then it started to put itself back together again.
I knew I could get up in only a few seconds after being shot, but I thought I should play dead or take a chance of getting shot into pieces. I didn’t know how much damage I could take before I would finish dying and wasn’t ready to test it.
This fight was not going so well. I needed a minute to revise my plan of attack.
* * *
As I was thinking of my giant screw up. I was running toward Jim’s scent. Hopefully I would catch up to him before he made it to a house or car.
I stopped running at the bottom of a tree; the forest appeared to be black and white which meant it was real dark where I was standing. It also meant that humans couldn’t see me; directly ahead of me I could see Jim hiding in what appeared to be a hideaway for hunting.
He was doing something, behind the camouflage, but I planned on being careful and not making a mistake. I can’t underestimate this man like I did earlier.
* * *
Remembering back to being shot, I was playing dead.
Dave checked to make sure I was dead, and then he went to check on Jim. I came up with a new plan to end this.
Jim had grabbed a rag and pressed it to Jim’s neck while he muttered loud curses. Dave had turned his back to me, and was holding the shotgun by the barrel; the stock rested on the floor. Dave used his free hand to help Jim, while Jim was sitting on the edge of the overturned loveseat.
Dave hovered over him saying. “Just let me take a look at it; she got you good.”
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nbsp; Jim replied with pain in his voice. “You fool; I can’t believe you shot her… she was gorgeous. We could have handled her.”
Dave looked at him, and said. “She was unnatural, Jim.” Then, in a whisper. “She had the devil in her.”
I had enough of talk. Time to show Jim that Dave is right and I have the devil in me. I stood up and went toward Dave.
My body had repaired everything but my right tit. It was still missing; thank goodness that everything grows back. I hate to be uneven.
I was only a few feet behind Dave when I let out a loud hissing scream. Dave spun around in surprise; so far so good.
I could tell which leg he was putting most of his weight on. I dropped onto one knee, and with all the strength I had, my arm swung out in a large arc. It made contact with the side of his knee; the sound of breaking bones filled my ear.
He fell to the floor.
In the same moment, I grabbed his shotgun from his other arm. Once I had the rifle, I stood up. Then I swung it like a bat, right on top of Dave’s head, only I kind of missed and hit his back.
Nonetheless he went to the ground.
I swung the rifle around in my arms until it was pointing where Jim was. Jim was gone. He had dashed out the front door as I took out his buddy. I ran out the door after him; this is the part where I underestimated him again.
As soon as I stepped out the door, he slammed me in the chest with this huge hunting knife. I dropped the shotgun while I was falling backwards from the blow of the blade. He had stuck the knife right through my last good tit, right where my heart is. I landed on my back unable to breathe.
Lucky for me that’s not a requirement.
Jim wasted no time. He was already bending over to get hold of the shotgun. Using my arms I pushed up from the ground-staying vertical, and then kicked Jim in the side as I flew through the air. I heard him let out a loud yelp as he flew off the front porch, and landed on the ground.
After that maneuver; I had landed back on my back. I sat up immediately to see Jim getting back up off the ground.
Staring at me with eyes of bewilderment, he searched his pockets for something and then ran off into the woods; I figured he probably was looking for his car keys. I needed to catch him and keep him from getting away; this whole situation was so out of hand.
At that point I stood up and yanked the knife out of my chest. I heard a noise from behind me. Dave was getting back up, but this time was the last time. I ran over, jumped on his back and sank my fangs into his neck.
I fed on him until he was dead. It took me 10 minutes to finish Dave off. I didn't get to enjoy him as much as I would have liked knowing that every second gave Jim more time to get away.
* * *
So now here I am standing across the clearing as Jim readies himself.
I must be careful; if that would've been a wooden stake, I'd be dead. At least I believe I would be dead. I don't know which legends about vampires are true and not true; but, just like the blood, stakes seem to always kill vampires.
I am hoping Jim hasn't figured out what I am, but I wouldn't be surprised if he's guessed. At any rate he's liable to try a wooden stake or dynamite, anything that might finish me off. And I don't know what he has in that hideaway. It took me 10 minutes to finish off Dave and at least that long to track Jim down.
I could smell the blood from his neck but not as strong as before. So I figured he must have used some of that time to bandage himself up. The remaining time he could have been up to anything.
So I quietly moved around in the shadows, circling his little hunting hut. It's awful quiet and he's not making a lot of noise. Now that I have eaten, the healing went even faster, and I could breathe without labor. All my cuts where gone; my right tit grew back. My breasts were not big, but I would have missed one.
So, I whistled and let the images fill my mind. Also I was still hoping that human ears could not pick up the frequency. So far there was no stir from inside the hut. I'm guessing he could not hear me. My second sight could not see through the hut walls; it gave me a great 360° panorama of what was around me, but it did not allow me to see through objects. Finally I heard some movement.
In one giant leap, Jim burst out of the hut with a hatchet in one hand and a wooden stake in the other. Well I guess that answers several questions. First, he had bandaged his wound. Second, he had been spending his time whittling, because, he had guessed what I was.
Letting out a wild cry, Jim yelled out into the woods. “Bring it on devil… I’ll send you back to hell, whore… I ain’t afraid of no hell bitch!”
I was off to Jim’s right side. Still standing in the darker shadows, I replied in a low purr. “Now, now there Jim; that doesn’t sound like a man, that’s not afraid.”
Jim spun to his right. Now he was facing me, but I could tell by the way he was straining his eyes, that he still couldn’t see me. He said with a loud mean voice, “Bring it on HELL BITCH; AND I WILL SHOW YOU FEAR!”
I giggled, and then said. “I thought we were going to have sex? Take off your clothes, and we’ll make love not war; that’s what my parents always said.”
Jim, still trying to see into the dark, spit out his reply. “You come on out of there. I will send you straight to hell where all those hippies are waiting for you. Come on whore. What are you waiting for?”
He was trying to chide me into coming out to make the first move. I had the advantage in the dark shadows. He could not see and I could. No, I couldn’t go into the field and face him. Now that I knew that I don’t know how to fight, he'll hold nothing back. I have to figure out how to get him to attack me in the dark.
I do have some time to figure this out; it's only about midnight. I shouldn't rush this and get myself killed. My mother used to tell me. “Beth, remember this; never make a decision faster than you have to. Take all the time that's allotted to you.”
Yes, I will take my time; sometimes you make fast decisions because you have to. Sometimes we make fast decisions because we choose to; those are the same decisions that we come to regret. There'll be no regret tonight.
Jim was rattling off a string of insults and curses at me. I could see that he was standing in a clearing with only the light of the stars. All around him were black shadows; some of them were too dark for me to see into. My second sight allowed me to see even clearer, even in the darkest areas of the woods.
I made a simple plan, harass him until he makes a run into the woods. And there I can attack him in the dark where I have all the advantages. I looked at a spot behind him. That’s a good place to start; all I had to do was get over there.
Where am I?
I was now standing in a different location; Jim’s yelling let me know he was behind me. I spun around, and there he was. He was yelling into the forest at where I had been, and now I am behind him. What happened; did I teleport or something?
All I did was concentrate on where I wanted to be and, bam, here I am. That’s cool; Jim was still yelling, but I didn’t even care. I had to try this again. I concentrated on the spot I was at a minute ago; it didn’t look like it was working.
Okay, I will concentrate on that place, and then I will try to move there.
Wait, where am I? Okay that is official; this is a little disorienting. I am now standing where I started from. I was paying more attention this time. So, when it happened, I noticed there was blurring as I traveled, so I don’t think I was teleporting. It was more like moving so fast that my eyes couldn’t catch the image. It reminded me of a card trick. The hand is faster than the eye.
I will have fun playing with this new power of mine; a new plan popped into my head, how to deal with Jim.
I turned to face Jim who was saying. “Bring it on, whore; come on, give me your best shot!”
I let out a giggle and said, “Ready or not here I come”
With that, I moved behind him with what I am now calling my flash power; I let out a giggle, and said. “I am going to get you.”
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nbsp; Jim spun around, and I could see the confusion in his face. With a loss of confidence, he said. “What the hell? YOU ARE THE DEVIL… Dave was right… DEVIL WHORE.”
I flashed to a new location, and said. “We’re both monsters, Jim, and one of us is going to die.”
Jim spun around to my new location, but before he could reply, I had flashed again to a spot behind him, and said. “Guess? Guess who is going to die?”
Jim spun around to face me again, but this time he wasn’t talking to me; instead he was praying. “Dear God; please save me from this… Devil whore… help me. I swear… I will repent for all the evil I have done. Jesus, don’t let this happen.”
I flashed to a new spot, and this time I just laughed as evil as I could; every time I flashed to a new location, I would laugh, and Jim would spin around trying to keep me in front of him.
It only took a few minutes before Jim was out of breath. He stopped spinning and started to pray to God. God had no intention of helping him. God didn’t save me from bad men, and God wasn’t going to save a bad man from me.
I guess I am not good at multi tasking because, when I was thinking about how God wasn’t going to help this man, it brought up thoughts of my death, and now I am lying on my back. I was heading to a new point to laugh at Jim. I wasn’t paying enough attention to where I was going. I slammed right into a low lying branch; it clothes-lined me right at my neck.
I was moving so fast I didn’t even have time to register what happened. The branch broke right off from the tree making a loud noise; at the same time it scared Jim enough that he jumped back a few steps.
It hurt, but only for a minute; the pain in this body was like that. At first it hurt, but even before the wounds went away, the pain did. Like the cold, pain was just info and nothing more.
I picked up the branch and threw it at Jim. I couldn’t believe how far and hard I threw that branch. It caught Jim right in the chest; he fell onto his back. Letting out a string of curses, he grabbed his stake that he dropped when he hit the ground. He was able to keep hold of the hatchet in his other hand; he quickly jumped to his feet.