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Her hair layed scattered over a sheeted bed. The cold air pressed like ice over her body but she showed no reaction. Her marks were still being made deep inside her body somewhere. Soft lines gently edged into her skin, easing her into it. 

“It's so unfair! When it happened to us he didn't care about the pain! How come it's taking her so long?” A girl rambled on in a fit. Her hair tangled and a mess, a bright pink bow in it pinning it out of her face. A harsh make up applied in a rushed manner. She was talking to others in the room, one a familiar scent. 

A small huff came from the chair sitting by her, a hand pushing past her hair to see her neck. “She's a beast, if she's pushed she'll attack without a warning.” They said in a deep.. familiar voice. Their breath came close to her face pressing soft, gentle, whooshs on her collarbone. 

A loud inhale of her scent and he could tell her marking was half way done, he really is taking his time. Earlier, before they took y/n, the boss asked him about her. He asked how to deal with a ‘beasteater’ he called her. He told him all he knew, he seems to have listened. 

Later on his curiosity got the better of him about these ‘beasteaters’. How is his precious y/n one of these harsh beast? What even are these things? From the name it seems to be a monster around the bosses time, a eater of beast. Maybe she was a descendant. Maybe she was made to be like them? 

He made his way to the library, the books covered in dust. A small hand sewn book in the corner caught his eye. It didn't look like the others, the cover was hand crafted. The paper was made small cut up pieces of bark and fabric soaked together with something. The cover had an ancient text, one that was on y/ns body.

He didn't notice is before but now seeing the text on the book he saw her markings were in a different language. The language of her people perhaps? Or the language of a beasteater. He pushed open the pages, being careful of the fabric string keeping it together. The first page was of a soft portrait of what he assumed was the beateaters.

The drawing portrayed long flowing hair, sharp teeth, blank eyes that searched for prey, long lengthy body. The body only slightly covered by what looked to be fur of an animal. A tail peaking out with ear adorning the head. The drawing resembled y/n a bit to much for his liking, it wasn't helping with what boss wanted to know. The words under it named them, the beasteater. 

‘A beasteater could only be a female made from a  specific DNA combination. A sharp personality usually accompanied with a natural predator attitude. The beasteaters are rare, extremely rare to create. The drawing below is what they would typically look like if you dare encounter one.

Their ears and tail allow them to hear from afar, balance is easy for them during fast speeds. Though they have high senses their eyes are typically not the best due to their need for the dark, their other senses are sharpened with that time. Their sharp teeth let them tear through bones and flesh like a rabid animal. Their long hair keeps them warm in colder places, they can not thrive in hot places due to their heat.

If you find them, do not approach. They will get you to trust them, keep you safe. The more you trust the more they will enjoy the end of their game. When you turn your back, trusting their intentions are true,they will rip your heart out without a warning. They enjoy the hunt. 

KEEP FAR AWAY.’

the book ends with a last drawing showing the most common look of the creatures. His eyes scanned the page trying to read the messy ink. Hurriedly he shoved a few books mentioning the old monsters his friend supposedly was in a bag he had brought. Research was needed to be done and quick before boss brought her back.

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A week passed sense the beasteaters capture. The house grew in a stand still preparing the house for her. They obviously had to make sure the sharp items were locked away just in case she was curious, her belongings were gotten and put into a room. Said room had to be redecorated and cleaned, her scent had to cover up the old residence scent. The temperature in the house had to be dropped far below comfortable temperatures for her to be comfortable, especially in her room. 

The room's door needed a lock from the outside, a key was given to only a few selected people. Those people had to put one item of theirs in her room, one that was covered in their smell for her to get used to. The ones with her room key were only allowed no one else was allowed in her space. The rules were rules and if one person broke it, they might as well hope Slenderman caught them and not y/n. 

A white stained hoodie layed on her bed messily thrown there, Jeff's hoodie. A pair of finger less gloves, tobys gloves. A green blanket sat  next to the items at the end of her bed, bens blanket. A black and white zebra layed next to the blanket, Slenderman must have prepared his a while ago due to it being a bit worn. Where did he even keep it? 

Ej had rechecked all the items, his obsessive need to keep it all clean taking over. He knew he had done it but it was close her to coming in here, he was nervous meeting her again. The drawers were filled with clothes other residents haven't taken a liking to, mostly shorts and random graphic tshirts. A few shows he doubts shed even touch along with socks and underwear.

Two items were important, they were his so of course he had to choose them carefully. One was a jacket of his, a dark blue zip up jacket. It was one hes worn often, it was covered in holes he patched up just for her. The sewing was perfect with a pale yellow fabric covering the holes. It would be huge on her but he always wore it, always. The fabric was basically infused with his scent.

The other was a very important item, one he held onto with great care. The item was old, very old,  a white fluffy rabbit with a bow and a heart for a nose. Treasure, her treasure. Her fluffy had been recently brushed, a black stain was on her chest from him crying. He held onto it for so long hoping to give it to her, he slept with all those nights missing her.

Placing the item down nicely just before he heard silent bickering outside her door. The door opened and three men walked in, a small argument behind one man holding y/n. Her hair swayed dragging slightly on the floor as toby carried her through the door. A floating Ben and Jeff was arguing behind him. Toby gently layed her down kewing over how soft her skin is. 

She'd be awake any time now, her marks calmed down a day ago. The marks had turned into a subtle color against her skin. They go down onto one leg, half way down her tail, on one arm and creeping from her back onto her chest. Her nails now tinted black, long and sharp. 

Ej finally gets the boys out, toby only leaving because he was promised to be told when she woke up. He took his jacket and gently put it on her. The items from the others layed surrounding her, treasure in her arms.

He pulled up a chair beside her bed waiting her, he has to be here to keep her calm. The others allowed in only after she woke up due to her possibly being hungry.

A day passed before any movement from her, a small hushed groan. Her tail flicked, hitting toby who ran into the room with the excuse of a feeling. He fell face first into the corner of the bed hitting the floor with a thud. The other two men ran in at the sudden loudness in y/ns room.

Y/n slowly opened her eyes, her unsettling small pupils scanning the people around her bed. Her bed..? This isn't her bed, this isn't her home. Where is she? The last thing she remembered..what did she remember? 

She gripped the bed sheets, her pupils sharpening. Her ears layed back as she showed her teeth. A small sound comes from her as her tone shifted into one of anger. Toby quickly rushed over to her with a love sick smile as blood ran down his nose. Y/n looked over at him, her nose sniffing. “Bleeding” her voice cracked out. “Y-yes bleeding! Such a good girl” toby reached out petting her head. Y/ns reflex's kicked in, a sharp snap of her mouth and his hand was bleeding. 

“S-Such a cu..cutie you are!” He held up his other hand petting her as she bite his hand down harder. The blood piles up in her mouth slowly dripping down her chin. “Y/n, enough” 

Ej spoke softly, his hand softly reaching up to her thigh. Y/n growled flicking her tail fast. An unspoken dominance battle happening. Ej stared at her unmoving, his grip tighing pushing his nail into her. Slowly she removed her teeth from in his flesh. A hot breathe exhaled as her tongue licked at the blood dripping down. Ej let go setting a cup on water down on her nighstand. “We should leave y/n to rest. Her body will be..weak after the marking.” Ej spoke scanning y/ns body one last time. 

With a rushed exit and a stern look ej rushed them out. He took longer he looked as though he wanted to say something. His mouth opened and shut, his hands gripping his black shirt. Finally he spoke out “it's good to see you again…it's been so long. I missed you” he said. “Well I'll see you in a bit when I check on you again. We'll explain more then. Try to rest. “ He quickly rushed out locking the door behind him.

A child sat alone in the hallways of a barely legal school. Blood dripped from her mouth as the kids beside her scooted far away from where she sat. Somewhere in the room she sat outside of a very harsh conversation was happening with her father the kids parent that she bit the arm of. 

Honestly what did they all expect her to do its not like they were going to do anything. They haven’t been doing anything for god knows how long, she decided to step and do what she deemed needed to be done. All she did was bite his arm a little bit. Her brain tried reasoning with itself as a pale boy walked up to her. 

The boy was the one she ‘saved’ from the other kids. 

She didnt pay much attention to the people around her but when she transferred to a new school she choose him to be her friends. He didnt have much of a choice but he did like her, she listened to his crazy story’s. He didnt mind that she couldnt say much but she did learn to say some things for him like ‘fuck’….her dad didnt like that one much. 

His hair was midlength and dark brown, his skin was paler and covered in bruises from the earlier problems. He wore a grey hoodie and black cut up jeans. He had wore down converse with a sticker from her stock on the toe part, a glittery hello kitty sticker. He stared at her with an annoyed expression shoving a towel on her face. Her smile vanished as she struggled against his grip. Her hands flew up gently shoving him away with no luck. She pouted as he fixed her pigtails that were ruined in the fight. 

“You need to stop doing that..” he spoke gently petting her head.

She spoke her head violently pretending to bite the arm. “I know you wanted to help but you would’ve gotten in deep trouble.” She sighed as he sat beside her, the other kids gone now. “J….jack..bye..” she whispered so low he could barely hear her. She looked over with a sad expression he couldnt read. 

He didnt know why but she placed the thing she always carried around in his hand, a white fluffy rabbit with a pink bow. The nose was a heart shape, she called it treasure. She never let him touch treasure before, why now? Her father came out before he could ask telling him they had to leave. 

Before they walked out the door she turned around with tears in her eyes and waved. It felt sadder then all the other times. She tried to get up but the halls were suddenly packed with other students. 

After that day he couldnt find her again.

she never came back to school, the other students didnt see her, nothing on the news. Even her old house was suddenly filled with new people who knew nothing about the girl and her father. 

He searched for her still carrying that little rabbit that she loved hoping to give it to her one day. He wold wait days, months, years, decades. He would wait forever if he needed.

……

the girls father tried hard to raise her right, tried hard to keep her in line. He always fed her, taught her how to take care of herself. She seemed to never fully grasp anything besides the basics. It was hard for him hard for a long time. She always tried but without fail…she would always snap.

For most her life her father hid her in a old cabin in a dense unpopulated forest. He couldn’t fully keep her covered though, she always knew how to sneak around. She learnt in her pass time how to sneak away from her father.

The tree are tall and cover almost all the light, the ground wet and hard under her bare feet. The sky was always so beautiful, animals on the other hand weren’t around much. It was rare to see them. The walls on the outside of the cabin were covered in overgrowth, barely letting wood through. The roof had a massive hole allowing for all types of weather to come reaching deep inside of the house. Creating an environment she taught herself to handle. 

The windows were boarded up by her father after he witnessed a sight he wouldn’t tell her about. The only thing he said was to be careful and never let yourself be seen. A few cameras lay inside the house so he can watch her to be safe when  he gone, making sure she’s not hungry. He kept a fridge tho it was only used for when she was to hot and he’d find her crawled inside of it happily wagging her little tail that popped up shortly after her first hormone change.

She allowed for her human side to care about him to have him as a main constant in a life full of hunger. He kept her sane or as sane as she could be. The man taught her things that he said would help her. He taught her to hunt, to clean. He taught her how to get clean water and how to repair the items she requires in the house.

 He taught he basic words which were a struggle. Her vocal range got better with age as he taught her though he fully gave up having her write. He did teach her how to read, she reads better then most humans and understands fully.

In the cabin there was all her favorite books consisting of fantasy, romance, true crime and her poems. She took after her father with the reading nod needing to learn. He loved those genres as well, taking some of his own collection for her. She kept the books as a honor keeping them safe and clean. 

A few pictures lay around the walls some of him and her some of her mother and him and her most reassured is her and her beloved jack. She missed him.

Her sense were always beyond a normal humans. Her ears could hear sounds from far away, her eyes could see in the dark allowing a creepy glow to happen at night.

Her father learnt that in the hardest scariest way possible when he walked in late one night and saw his daughter in the hallways as a kid holding one of his shirts with big glowing eyes. She was very confused why her father put nightlights all over the house after that incident. 

Her nose on the other hand could smell impossible things. She could smell a dead animal deep deep inside the forest.  She could smell rot and mold, she could smell when her father was getting near, she could smell these almost humans creatures on the west side of her cabin. She could smell sickness and decay, fresh water and food, poison and medicine. 

At the age of 14 the smell of decay and sickness followed her father. 

One morning he went to work like any normal day. He got up, took a shower, made breakfast and gave her a bird he shot down last night, got his fancy clothes she’s not allowed to steal for a nest and left in the loud noise machine. 

She waited for him by the door smelling the air waiting for that strong soft rain smell of his that she found comforting. She waited until the sun fell from the sky and the stars reached out. The moon casted a shadow on the ground lighting up a little of the world. 

No one came. 

She waited like that for 6 sun falls until she knew he wasn’t coming back….

Her life changed in a huge way, she had no Constant anymore. No routine, no rules, no father. She starved sitting there, her first feral took a ahold of her drowning her in hunger and unthinkable pain. A hunger so needy she ate until she threw up and then ate again feeding on the animals. 

She nearly killed all of them until she felt nothing but an empty hole in her heart. The body lay scattered in piles around the cabins area she grew up in, staining the floor in red blood. The smell of each rotting itself deep in her nose, clouding her judgement. She didnt realize the danger she let herself into willingly.

7 years passed living by herself. She was living okay now, she’s survived on lone hikers, and random animals in the forest. She crouched down laying low in a bush staring deeply at deer. It’s bent over licking some water, a soft brown coat basking in the small Lamont of sun peeking through. 

Her nose picks up a sent she recognized, the sent of blood. Blood running through the body of her food. The heat rushes through her a familiar feel, she’s hungry. Her nails dug into the ground, she snarled showing her sharp set of teeth. The hair of her til stud up, her eats pushed back staying alert for any movements.

She slowly starts to stalk her way forward when the deer quickly looked in her direction, did it sense her? She paused for a moment trying to understand. She did what she always did what was different this time? 

Before she could fully come back to her full senses someone jumped on top of her pushing her into the ground a loud thud. Her hair being grabbed roughly causing her to yelp in pain. A small giggle escaped what she assumed was a man. Two other sents came from behind her. A rough rough voices spoke 

 “tie her up, he wants her alive” as commanded the man on top of her held her hands together with tight ropes.

 Her previously calm composed self quickly was replaced with a much more angry one. Her pointy ears pushed against her head as she bared her teeth hissing. Her voice came out angry and quick “no! No! No! Don’t like! Tight!” 

She struggled trying to get her hands free. The one tying her up sounded as though they laughed 

“sh-she sounds l-..like a c-cat! S-..so ..c-cute!” 

Another one muttered something about a mission and needing to rush back. They tied another rope to her legs keeping all her limbs tied tight. “Tie her mouth, she bites” the one with the gun said.

“No! I good! No biting!” She quickly yelled out panicking. she hated the idea of something being in her mouth, trapping her. 

“S-..s-sorry kitty b-but got-gotta do wha-t i-i gotta d-do!” one of the men spoke as he shoved a ball in her mouth. It tied to the back of her head getting tight. 

The ball pushed on the back of her teeth causing her tongue to be shoved back. A loud cough escaped from the back of her throat drooling pooling past the black ball down her chin. 

“N..n-now now kitty -d -don’t worry it-it’ll be qu-quick” the stuttering one said as he pet her head gently for him just pushing a ball down her throat. 

The tallest one picks her up placing her on his shoulder roughly. A small rough coughing fit erupted. The stuttering man walked behind talking her ears off. 

She tried to focus on her surroundings but he kept pulling her head and focus towards him and what he’s saying. “D-do you..thi-think you can h-he-hear me if i..i- go fa-far away?” 

Her hears perked up as she looks at him, he noticed her ears. A rush of excitement caused his ticcing body to move more, a sparkling glow in his eyes behind the goggles. 

“H-her ears! S-sos-o….s-so cute!” He reached touched her ears. Her ears flick trying to break his grip, a small blush creeping up them. 

A weird feeling in her body warming up. She snarls her teeth a low rumble behind the gag ball. She hasn’t felt human touch in a long time, this feeling is strange a new. She hated it. she hated the ball in her mouth, how the surroundings seem to always be changing, how the man infront of her keeps touching her sensitive ear, how the one carrying her smells like her father. In fact all of them smell like him. They smell like blood and decay. Like the rotting folllows them wherever they go. Her senses are filled with it.

she looks around taking in the changes, all of her senses are on high alter. The ropes are so tight pushing hard on her skin making them raw. The smells and pressure pushing on the back of her head. 

Her head drops against the the man’s hands. He stops talking for a second before they suddenly stopped walking. 

“Toby carry her i need a break” as he handed her over to who she learned was Toby. She leaned against his shoulder the dizziness hitting fast. Her legs wrapped loosely around his waist his one hand on her butt holding her up and the other rest on her back. 

His mood seemed to shift settling into a calmer happiness. His head leaned onto her head gently whispering about the place their going to. The dizziness landed into exhaustion her eyes heavy with sleepiness. 

His scent fillied her nose, the smell of blood and decay were there but now that she was closer he smelled like cinnamon and ashes to. The scent echoed in her mind echoing in her body. She nuzzled into his neck and shoulder pushing deep where she found the sent. 

He grew silent surprise settling in his face for a split second before he glowed with pride. He spoke excited whispers to the others as she drifted off to the drug of his scent. 

Time seemed to last forever as she slept the trail never ending. Twist and turns taking them deep into the parts her unconscious brain stayed away from. A humming sound filled her dreams, soft at first. With each step a pressure shoved itself deep into her soul. An echo of something or someone grinding its way into her bones. With each step she was pushed into a deep slumber. 

The pressure builds in her lower spine creeping its way up carefully to not spoke her. A gentle caress that just scratches the surface. Scratching echos of words in the surface of her skin. She’s felt this pressure before but she can’t quite place the resemblance.

Time catches up with her as the boy stopped infront of a mansion or what looked like a mansion. The trees looked different now they were taller and skinny. The branches reached out as if it was clawing its way towards something. The grass was duller and less life like. The terrain pushed high against them seeming to move in waves towards the mansion. 

The mansion itself was tall, unusually tall. The windows reached unreasionable legnths, the roof was falling apart. The walls were laced with cracks and vines. Before he could reach the door with her she passed out. her senses were filled completely with an unrecognizable feeling she couldn’t describe. She felt overwhelmed with the scents of decay and blood.

…..

He walked in holding her fully passed out body, some people were gathered around the waiting for them. It’s not normal for the big man to specifically request someone. Some people were sitting some were standing some were stalking waiting around corners. He walked with pride holding her proud he caught the bosses new pet. Her tail layed loses on his arm, her nose periodically sniffing his neck. 

The other whispers were loud as he pushed past others walking into a hall he knew. The other men of the three walked the other direction heading to the bosses office. Planning to tell him about his pet’s arrival. 

Toby twisted and turned walking down and up stairs until he stopped at a door with a cross on it. He knocked with his foot adjusting y/n. She struggled a bit in his arms softly humming against his lower neck. A purr echoed in his ear, a soft blush on his ears. 

The door opened in a slow manner, a tall man poking his head out. “What do you need can’t you see I’m bus-……y “ his sentence stoped mid way letting it travel off. His eyes landed on the smaller figure in Toby’s arms. Her long hair wrecked from the earlier fight. Her tails wrapped around Toby’s arm. Her arms tied tightly together. Her ears in a way he knew all to well.