#vampire horror

Naturally, as a child you heeded such warnings, took your aunt's stern advice as gospel and infallible. But as an adult, as a woman with her own mind, your morbid curiosity and sense of adventure finally took over, sending your feet tumbling at a rather rapid rate past the forbidden treeline, all prior warnings going ignored. Your eyes were bright with mischief, sparkling with possibility as you ventured past that threshold, past the boundary line of your aunt’s property, into the forest beyond. This excitement was quickly tempered, quickly dampened by a sinking anxiety. One intended to warn you, your body's natural defence system against all the bad lurking in this world.  

As you marched past the sun-spotted treeline, your steps certain despite not knowing what awaited you behind the thicket of trees, the atmosphere around you inexplicably changed. It was as if the forest was plunged into sudden darkness, as if night had fallen in the blink of an eye, each step dragging the moon further into the sky. Even though in the outside world the sun was only just beginning to set, you had stepped into a realm all of its own, where time seemed to move quicker, pulling the approaching night with it. Each tentative step brought the dark to the fore, an eerie green hue staining the light of dusk. As the sun dropped beyond the horizon, replaced by the light of the pale moon, the night choked out what little light was left.  

Your eyes panned across the sprawling landscape before you, straining to see the path ahead in the diminishing light. Every miniscule movement startled you, every distant sound capturing your undivided attention.

Every crackle and crunch of decaying foliage, every snap of dry twigs and bowing of branches in the wind made your heart leap in your chest, a fear settling in the pit of your stomach. You hadn't realised just how nervous you'd be in such an isolated place, away from the safety of society. Especially with creatures of legend wandering through these trees, haunting the natural inhabitants of the land. 

The further you pushed onwards, the more you unwittingly plunged yourself into danger. Unbeknownst to you, from the moment you entered, you had eyes trained on your every move. Surveying you as a predator would its prey. From a distance, under the cover of night. And like many predators in the natural world, this creature liked to play with its food. 

There was nothing immediately remarkable about the forest itself, it was a patch of trees like any other, lined with sphagnum moss and teaming with life. As your eyes acclimatised to the dark, you could find your way through sprawling systems of ancient roots and plant life. You admired the resilience of such wildlife, they grew and thrived in unusually dark and stifling conditions, sprouting and flourishing where most plants would have perished. But this forest was home to more than plants. And as you strolled deeper into unknown territory, as you walked yourself right into this mysterious creature's path, you felt a sense of foreboding descend over you. There was a faint path worn into the ground, but no life had trod on it in a long time. 

It was like a veil, a curtain of uncertainty and unease. An unusual feeling that didn't sit right in your gut, yet you pushed forward anyway. With each step, that sense of impending danger increased, your body seemingly noticing this danger before your mind caught up. 

It wasn't until your ear prickled at distant whispers calling your name, that you truly realised how much peril you had so confidently strolled into. It wasn't just a whisper, it was a beckoning, a tantalising beacon in the night designed to peak your curiosity, designed solely to draw you further in. It was as smooth as the wind, yet made the hairs on your body stand to attention. It seemed far away and simultaneously right beside you. 

Each hair on the back of your neck stood on end, your body truly on alert at this unnerving occurrence. Glowing lights flickered between the trees - moving in tandem, as if they were following you on your journey. You rationalised your fear, pushing the worst case scenario to the back of your mind. Perhaps they were fireflies, illuminating your way through the trees. Perhaps you simply imagined the voice calling your name, the imagination can run wild when fear abounds.

Still, each step echoed just a touch too loudly - the snap of twigs sounded into the night and the crunch of dead leaves underfoot rang through the disconcerting silence. Paranoia took root all too quickly, gripping its hooks firmly into your mind. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched, studied by some unknown entity. You couldn't describe it, but there was a presence all around, lingering in the air like the wind and yet simultaneously heavy, a tangible presence in the empty space around you. You felt it in the shadows, in the spaces between spaces, forcing you to constantly check over your shoulder as you plodded forward through the trees. Your lamp only illuminated a small path before you, the dim bulb casting a soft warm glow.

The dark felt oppressive, as if it was closing in around you, stopping you from delving too deeply into those damned woods. 

It didn't take long before you felt him lurking from the dark. That thing the children told campfire stories about, the subject of nightmares and whispers. You felt its eyes upon you - a burning, intrusive stare, hot and direct and deeply unfamiliar, yet you were utterly alone.There was a tickle at the base of your spine, an invisible force tracing the valleys of your exposed flesh. Something lingered around you, though you could’ve never imagined what actually lay in wait.

There was something walking through these woods beside you, yet it hadn’t showed itself in corporeal form, it hadn’t yet revealed itself to your eyes. A devil dressed in skin, a predator hunting for its next meal.You'd long heard tales of the evil presence that haunted these woods, but now you truly felt it. Like moisture on a balmy day, it hung all around you, directionless and ever present. The scent of a man wafted through the air, cutting through the thick haze of pine and damp earth. Hints of smoke and sweat, faint traces of Irish whiskey. Peaty and earthen, yet tinged with the sharpness of alcohol. It filled your nostrils, though it seemed so far away.  You’d smelled similar scents a thousand times before, yet now it seemed to follow you through the night air. You didn't understand how something could be all around, yet feel so claustrophobic. How it could pervade the air while being right beside you. Yet you felt him beside you, every sense was on edge with his presence.  

And suddenly he was right there, the stocky frame of a rather handsome man filling the trailing path before you, and somehow appearing right behind you, blocking any hope of escape. 

He flitted through the air in a blink, as if the air gave no friction, as if it parted before him, allowing him to move with inhuman speed through the dense night sky. His steps were floaty, yet flightless. He resembled no more than a man, yet already you could tell this was no mere person of flesh and bone. This was something altogether different. 

And there he stood, those lights that followed you through the dark now stood in place of eyes - great glowing globes drenched in crimson, surveying their prey. The dim light of the moon highlighted sharp claws extended beyond the length of his fingertips, glinting dangerously, a threat in themselves. It traced a glowing line around his body, cutting his form from the blackened thatch of trees. 

He appeared ready to strike, his muscles tensed, tightly wound under pale skin and coiled ready to pounce. Yet he stood still, taking stock of the intruder before him. You tried to not move a muscle, to evade his gaze by standing perfectly still, as if the dark would protect you, shroud your existence from the eyes of a killer, yet you felt your body trembling, every fibre, every cell vibrating in fear. You refused to even draw breath, refused to inhale deeply with its eyes trained on you, should it give him cause to strike. Your lungs screamed under the force, and eventually had to release that trapped breath.  

He could hear every breath, every skip and beat of your feeble mortal heart. Every breath taken and held between fragile ribs. He could smell your fear, smell the pheromones hanging on your skin, clinging to the surface and calling to him in the night.. He expected you to run, to scuttle through the knotted root systems, your voice hollering through the void. But you simply stood, watching him, surveying the evil being standing before you. Even through the fog of fear, you stayed perfectly still, your bones petrified in place. 

There was something about your brazen defiance, you’d strolled boldly into his domain, and now stood before him, an insolent human chasing devils in the dark, even as your body rebelled against the very sight of him and shook with fear. He'd seen many mortals venture into these woods, many humans walking into their demise. Most screamed, pleaded for their lives or reckoned with their god before facing their own mortality. Most died with indignity, lost in fear and bargaining with the devil with their last breath. But not you. You stood still, facing him, facing the evil you'd heard about as a child without so much as flinching. It wouldn't be enough to save your life alone, but it did earn a measure of respect. 

Your defiance gave the beast pause, and for a moment he simply stood, mirroring your stance, drinking in the vision of beauty before him.

He’d seen beauty of all kinds spanning hundreds of years. He'd seen examples of some of the finest and some of the lowliest in equal measure, in the many years he'd walked this earth. No matter where he roamed, timeless beauty remained the one constant. It was rare, but before him stood one of the finest examples he'd seen in many years. 

Even with your face cloaked in fear, panic and dread settling in every crease, and terror furrowing your brow, your timeless elegance radiated from within. He let his crimson eyes soak up your charming form, before he inevitably marred that pretty face with blood. 

Time seemed to stand still. You didn't know how long you'd been cemented to that spot, frozen in place by blind panic and dread. Yet he made no move, made no advance towards you. 

He simply stared, his crimson eyes scanning the length and breadth of your body, shamelessly tracing each curve, each dip, each swell of flesh and muscle under your clothing. 

Though the darkness shrouded your form, he stared and stared, as if light itself was no obstacle. As if the night ceded to his glare. You didn't quite know what to do, if you objected to his obvious leering, would you fall victim to this stranger in the dark? Would it be the last time you protested to shameless ogling, or would it give him pause..It seemed like forever in the silence, you thought perhaps your words would rouse him from his trance, though you weren't anticipating a positive end either way. Perhaps it was worth a try, rather than laying in wait, a willing victim. Mustering up every drop of courage you possessed, you forced your lungs to expand, to push sound from your lips. 

“W..what do you want from me?”

He smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. It was an empty expression, devoid of any true emotion. The edges of his lips curled upwards, painting a menacing.  mask across his face. He never answered your question directly, somehow increasing the panic in your chest. 

And though unsettled, and deathly afraid of what might come next, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome this creature truly was, even as he glowered in your direction. 

Your eyes quickly scanned his face, picking out his plump lips and high carved cheekbones with smooth skin stretched across them. Features you’d envy in any other man. His eyes, though glinting with danger and glimmering with flecks of gold, drew you in. You’d never seen such eyes in nature, crimson and full, with swirling patterns throughout. Even from your position a few metres away, they shone clearly, as if producing their own light. Perhaps that was how he trapped his prey. Perhaps you’d fallen right into his trap. 

The world around you fell silent, as if nature itself bowed to this wickedness, allowing space for his words to fall into the void. An unnatural stillness descended upon the forest floor, lulling even the most miniscule of creatures into pure submission. This unholy demon quieted nature itself, and stilled the air in your lungs in the same breath. Before even uttering a word, this creature had shown the understated power he possessed, the true potential of his unearthly capabilities. 

“It ain’t polite to stare, didn’t yer mama teach you nothin?’” His voice boomed in a place with no sound, dripping with contempt, but also tinged with something cheekier, something akin to teasing, though his eyes sparkled dangerously. You were hesitant to answer, hesitant to move at all, should he take it as a challenge.. 

“There’s no use runnin’ little dove, you’ll only wear yourself out. Though I do like a chase…”

It was as if he could hear the thoughts echoing between your ears. You hadn’t verbalised your desire to run, but somehow he knew. Maybe it was the fear in your eyes, maybe your skin smelled like fear and the desire to escape. 

The creature moved closer, so close that he could hear your heart hammering behind your ribs. He circled your trembling form, as you tried to still your fear ridden bones. He knew you wouldn’t move a muscle, should it provoke him. 

Perhaps you’d heard the fairytales, the rumours and fabrications interwoven with the truth. It was true, he was a monster. It was true, he took what he wanted from the wanderers who entered these woods. But he was not an indiscriminate animal, who’d attack anything that crossed his path. And this human was simply too good to feed on, but simply too pretty to let go.  No, he’d have an altogether more intimate experience with this one…

He wanted to hear pretty little sounds fall from your lips, he wanted to be the cause of your pleasure, and spur you towards a mind altering release. Oh, to be the cause of your delight, that would satisfy him for decades. He wanted those delicious moans to stain the silence, to imprint themselves in his mind - they’d feed the part of him that yearned for something other than blood. 

But to achieve that he needed to replace fear with pleasure, anticipation with pure unadulterated ecstasy. 

He could smell the adrenaline coursing through your veins, the very source of your fear keeping your body standing upright, rather than fainting into the mud. 

“Already buzzin’ for me..and I haven’t even touched ya yet…Don’cha worry pet, I can be gentle when I wanna be….yeah, I can be real gentle.” he hummed against the soft skin of your cheek, while you shivered under his startling attentions. He moved around you as swiftly as the breeze, his body riding on the wind, leaving no trace in the soil underfoot. This being moved weightlessly through the air, with one clear objective in mind. It was undeniably clear now what he wanted, it wasn’t to kill, or to feed…no, this thing, this unholy creation wanted to devour you, To consume you in every way possible. It both disgusted and excited you in equal measure. The thought of being worshiped by a being that could so easily kill you, to have it tucked between your legs or nestled inside your body, was truly titillating. Yet you couldn’t yet give yourself over to it, you couldn’t yet succumb to such a force. 

First, you needed to know its name. 

To know the name of a demon gave you dominion over it, a certain power in a situation where you felt utterly helpless. This was the one anchor you could have to the world in a very quickly spiraling reality. With a deep breath, you pushed your plan forward. “That’s all well and good, but a gentleman would tell me his name first..”

Perhaps charming the demon would coax its name from its lips, perhaps he was more foolhardy than he seemed. 

“Tut, tut, tut….whoever said I’m a gentleman darlin’....there’s no word for what I am…” he said, his strange southern drawl almost dripping with every word. 

The creature was almost mocking you now, each syllable painted with derision, as if the very notion that you’d have the upperhand was laughable. 

He didn’t waste any time in taking what he wanted, in closing the physical gap between you. In one smooth motion, the creature encircled you, one hand holding you close, the other running its fingers up and down the length of your side. His thick digits traced a torturous path across your clothes, not quite breaching the barrier between you, yet, though you felt as if he was carving a trench through you. You felt the intensity of his stare even as you looked into the distance, it was heavy and determined. Your body didn’t quite know how to react. The air was warm, yet you were plagued by chills, goosebumps lining the surface of your skin. His touch felt like fire against your flesh, as if he was searing his brand into you with every caress, even though the protection of your cotton shirt. 

The dim light of the moon glinted off of the sweat clinging to your skin. Beads gathered along the ridge of your collarbone, the dip of your hips. Whether from nerves or the anticipation of what was to come, your body expelled moisture which stuck to the surface of your skin, clinging to it as this monstrous creature now did. 

“My mama would always say that it’s stupid to get in between a woman who knows what she wants….do you know what you want, pet?” he whispered, though no breath fanned your ear, no air brushed against your flushed skin. Though that wasn’t the thing drawing your attention, no, the thing pulling your focus was the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh. So even monsters had needs, you thought. And as soon as that thought flashed in your conscious mind, so too did other, more veracious sentiments. You wondered what a creature such as this looked like, beneath the layers of fabric that masked its unholy nature. What would the body of something so profane truly resemble? Would it mirror that of a man, carved of flesh and bone, with appendages that worked just the same….or would it be truly gruesome? Somehow you knew you’d find out this night. You’d not leave this place unscathed, without this beast's body pressed against yours in a rather unceremonious joining of flesh. Though compared to the alternative, compared to the fate that befell so many others, that would be the preferable outcome. There was no escape from a beast as swift as the wind, so you would have to confront your fate head on. 

Your body shook with an unholy mixture of fear and anticipation, trembles of trepidation and undiluted excitement, as the very antithesis of godliness surrounded you, his hardened and chilled flesh pressed against your own. He didn’t take what he wanted with any haste, in fact it was the opposite. This being of legend circled you, made sure you felt each and every inch of his immortal vessel, each chiseled muscle, badly hidden beneath ill fitting clothing. Before enticing you into a sacrilegious matrimony of flesh, this devil without a name did everything it could to arouse, to excite, to utterly destroy any apprehension left within your weak human frame. 

You weren't a prude by any stretch of the imagination, you'd had boyfriends before, as well as the odd regrettable one night stands. Yet you couldn't help the giddy excitement that set in at the thought of being intimate with something so evidently inhuman, something of myth and the subject of all your campfire stories as a child. It felt surreal, but altogether riveting and somewhat taboo. Would you be the first human to behold the beast in all its glory? Would you be the first human to survive such an encounter? You'd hoped he'd just let you go, but truthfully you had no idea what this things intentions were with you, other than to extract his pleasure from your flesh. 

In truth, you never thought you'd make it this long. The moment you laid eyes upon the creature haunting those woods, you were sure you'd be torn to shreds, like the other poor misfortunes who'd crossed its path. But this devil in human flesh seemed to take a particular liking to you, he seemed inexplicably drawn to you, and thus far, had seen fit to keep you in the realm of the living. You truly never expected his affections to stretch to physical intimacy. The prospect hung heavy in the air, thrilling and new. 

As he encased you with his body, toying with your fragile human emotions, you couldn't help but have a rather unexpected physical response. Every brush of his hands brought a shiver to your skin, the closer he got, the more he stoked the fire within. God help you, he roused something long buried, a desire you’d long forgotten. The dark hid the depth of your depravity, masked the automatic movement of your hand to the bulge, your fingertips deftly exploring the wanton arousal that pressed against your thigh. He was hard already, though you never expected the size. You could only allow your mind to conjure a picture of what lay beneath those filthy cotton trousers. You could only imagine what his bulge looked like in the flesh. 

In this state, there was no mistaking him as a man. Not with his eyes, the color of dried blood, consuming you as you stood stock still, trapped under his heavy gaze. 

No, in this form, he was very much every inch a monster, though somehow you didn’t stray from his affections. There was still so much you hadn’t seen, still so much to be revealed that would shock you to your core. 

You didn’t even notice the fabric fall from his shoulders, exposing his body, which took the form of a human man, but appeared as if it was carved from marble - hard, cold, the surface undisturbed by the pulse of blood through veins. It was both familiar and eerily alien to behold. 

Your eyes traced a path down the rippling muscle standing proudly by your side, landing on a rather shocking sight, hanging between two thick, sculpted thighs. His member hung thick and flushed, dangling heavily between two strong legs, awaiting its sheath. 

You could already tell that this would hurt, but somehow you looked forward to the pain. You looked forward to accommodating him within your entirely mortal flesh, your body wrapped around this perfect specimen like it was designed specifically for him. You knew it wouldn’t last, that delicious stretch would only linger for a moment, before devolving into a deep burning pleasure. One look at that thing swinging between his legs, and you were certain it’d ruin you for any other man. Any remaining fear transformed itself, changed form entirely into pure unadulterated want, rumbling deep within. It sat below your gut, taking root as the beast approached. He still hadn’t told you his name, still hadn't given you the thing you needed to hold sway over him. 

He didn’t need to speak, didn’t need to make a sound. 

One look and you had thrown yourself into the mud below your feet, finding a home amongst the decaying foliage and soft moss that lined the forest floor. 

Those carmine eyes seemed to hold sway over your feeble mortal body, you seemed to fall victim to his influence, despite the strongest of wills. 

“Spread em wide for me darlin’, let me in…just like that…” he gasped, overwhelmed by the softness of your flesh, the undeniable warmth emanating from the plush lips between your plump thighs. 

You obeyed without hesitation, never once considering fleeing, not when every inch of your body trembled for him. 

He didn't even bother to undress you, instead opting to simply push the folds of fabric around him, your skirt rucking over your knees, your intimates callously torn to one side. He was impatient, a flaw in his thus far measured countenance. 

Though impatient to feel your needy flesh wrapped around him, he couldn't help but spread your swollen lips with his claws, the sharp tips causing your body to flinch with each motion. He teased, running those pointed claws along your slick folds, making sure the path was ready for the ravaging. You never expected such a beast to behave in such a way - taking pleasure simply from your body's reactions to his intrusion. When he'd thoroughly riled you up, he removed those clawed hands and drew them to his lips. He licked your essence from the digits, his eyes never leaving yours.

He lined himself up, dragging the head of his flushed cock against your soaked entrance, letting it slip through your folds, lubricating his way forward with your own juices. It was filthy, yet seemed the most natural thing in the world. He cupped your jaw, his large palm encasing most of your face within it. He felt soft, almost too soft for a man. You expected hard, calloused skin, but instead he stroked you with feather light touches, with gentility and surprising reserve. 

“Gonna go slow love, gonna enjoy this...” he smirked. Without much preparation, he pushed in, sheathed himself within you in one smooth motion. He sank into your waiting body with an unrelenting hunger, something draining you dry would simply never achieve. Your mind went blank, the searing heat of his cock stretching you filling every spare space in your mind.. It burned, and delighted all at once. 

You felt his mouth press hot against your throat, the slick coating of saliva form against your delicate skin. But you couldn't react much. All you could do was lose yourself in his eyes; red and burning in the half light. You couldn’t even form words, couldn’t protest against the pain. All you could do was draw breath, gasp for air that just wouldn’t come quick enough. All you could taste was the moment, your nostrils filled with a mixture of his scent and the damp earth underneath your head. 

Sharp claws extended from the tips of his fingers, moving across the surface of your skin and tracing faint patterns across your chest. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to draw blood, to mark you. 

A few droplets of blood beaded from the broken skin, but didn’t remain there for long. They were swiftly lapped up by a pointed tongue.

Every inch of your body was drawn to his like a tide to the moon, your hips matching his devastating pace, your hands finding their way into the messy thatch of hair at the nape of his neck. 

“Feel me in there, do ya?” he teased, never once relenting in his faultless assault on your aching body. “That ache in your belly? That's me settlin’ in love, no gettin’ rid of me now…not when I've tasted such sweetness, not when such a pretty cunt takes me so well”

Even through his insatiable teasing, panted and groaned against the shell of your ear, his hips never faltered in their relentless rhythm. The beast rutted into you as if he was chasing something. You were sure to feel that familiar soreness for days. His weight pressed your hips into the soft soil, clumps of mud gathering under your nails as you clawed at it for something to ground you, something to anchor you to the real world. He rutted into you like an animal, a truly possessed being. Like he was searching for an answer, and only your body could provide it. 

He claimed your flesh, faint red marks littering the surface of your skin from his merciless clawing, as if he was branding you, leaving his mark for all to see and ruin you for any future lover. Even still, the beast hadn’t told you his name - you knew not who defiled you, only the stories of his craven past. Even still, you gave yourself to him willingly. 

“You’ll know my name before I go…in fact I’d bet I’ll have you crying it out…” 

It was a growl; a low, guttural promise. You knew this monster would claim you in every way a person could be claimed, body, soul, flesh and blood. Perhaps it was like a man, and it’d plant its seed inside you, to spawn a new kind of monster. To bring its evil into the world anew. Or perhaps it’d simply leak onto your thigh, unwilling to stick to its destination, leaving you spent and empty, longing desperately for more.  

You knew for certain the beast was close, and like a man he would soon expel himself inside you, leaving that delicious sting behind, along with an unsatisfying desire for fullness. You remembered how it felt with old boyfriends, you’d never want them to pull out after, though they always shrivelled up and slinked out like a slug. You’d hold this creature close, and feel him do the same.  But you never expected it to drive you towards your own peak simultaneously. As soon as the thought entered your mind, you felt the familiar sting of a sharp claw toying with your engorged bundle of nerves. It knew how to make you scream, how to make your toes curl into the dirt beneath your feet, how to make you lose yourself in the moment - away from your disappointing thoughts.

The trees echoes with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the unholy moans that inevitably fell from your lips only spurring the beast on further towards its goal. He barely made a sound, save for the occasional groan and a satisfied grin thrown in your direction. But he didn’t need to speak, didn’t need to communicate verbally. His cock drove so deeply into your body, it was as if he was speaking through it. As if he was claiming you with his cold flesh. With each unruly thrust, each devastating blow to the sensitive muscle of your cervix, each probing prod further into your body, you felt him, you heard him. It was the strangest sensation, but he had taken you, completely. But it was only when you felt the hot ropes of spend paint your insides that you truly knew what possession felt like. You knew then that this beast had carved its name inside you, far from prying eyes, in the one place you could not read it, but you knew it was there. 

You knew, as soon as he pulled his spent cock from your body, and disappeared into the wind, that the stories your aunt told you as a child were all true. Evil roamed these trees wearing the skin of a man, but it was something far, far darker. For not even a man would leave you cold and disappointed in the dirt, not even a man would leave without telling you his name.