Things Get Dark

Chapter One

Hadeon

Power thrums through every vein, setting my entire being alight as my bare feet sink into the rich earth with every stride. The leaves are damp under my flesh, the coolness seeping into my body and dampening the heat. My hands curl into fists as I scent them, my prey is close and soon I'll have them in my grasp.

The old folk tales said that on All Hallow's Eve the veil was at its weakest. A time for monsters to come to life, to hunt their prey and make their kills before they are dragged back to where they came from.

Huge towering trees, rock formations and a small creak are passed swiftly, even in the darkness I see everything as clearly as if it were day. They had a head start but I have their putrid scent now, I will find them. My prey fumbles, unseen obstacles hinder their path through the darkness. Twigs snap beneath their feet, the sound is like music to my ears. Their breathing adds to the cacophony, the way their steps shuffle over the leaves. They will be mine–my kill.

Slowing my pace, there is no longer a need to run and waste my energy. The forest expands for miles in every direction, and with the added darkness it's so easy for my prey to get lost. Anyone intelligent enough would have chosen a different path. They won't escape me now, their flesh will be mine.

One by one I'll catch them until there are none left.

A shadow moves out of the corner of my eye and my focus hones it on it, the acrid smell of rotten eggs fills my flaring nostrils and I let out a low growl. The figure turns suddenly at the noise, looking to find the source. With measured movements, I move between the trees until I'm on them. My hand curls around the pale flesh of their throat, lifting them from the floor until their feet dangle.

They kick out, fighting against me every step of the way but they aren't going to get away. I draw them close and inhale that rotten scent, but then I pick up a subtle hint of honeydew and vanilla. It's intoxicating, rushing straight to my groin and hardening my cock to the point of pain.

I don't bother to waste any more energy on the morsel in my grip, snapping his neck with a simple flick of my wrist. Dropping his lifeless body to the floor, he crumples in a heap and I step over him and continue the hunt for my next prey. They are making it way too easy for me, not keeping quiet in the slightest.

The next two men I take out the same way as I did the first, catching that sweet fruity scent on all of them. I draw it in at every opportunity so I can commit to my memory, they will be the final one on my list, leaving the best until last. When I come across my next victim, he’s a fighter, slashing a serrated blade across my stomach.

A roar rushes from my lips, my slitted gaze falling on him as he drops into a defensive position. It's hard to miss the slight hand tremble, it satisfies me to no end knowing that he fears me. I'll play with him for a little while, my claws whip out as I dance past his lunge. Nicking his skin, the thin line of blood brings a smirk to my face.

Licking my lips, I taste copper in the air, but I want more. He turns in circles as I prowl around him, thrusting the blade in my direction but he doesn't land another hit. Instead my claws cut across his flesh, leaving blood dripping down his skin.

A stumble over a tree root is all it takes for him to fall to the ground, his weapon separated from him as it tumbles to the forest floor. Sitting astride his body, I rub my swollen cock against his stomach and groan at the friction. His eyes widen in fear at my actions, a shudder of revulsion jolting his body beneath me but all it does is make me moan again.

"Please, don't," he whimpers.

"Don't what?" Leaning over his trembling body, my nose brushes over his neck and I inhale deeply. "What is that smell? It's all over you."

His head shakes from side to side, the next scent that hits me is the scent of urine and I jump from his body with a roar. The crotch of his jeans darkens as he soils himself.

"Do you fear me that much?" A bark of laughter peels from between my lips. "You should little human, you're my prey now."

He goes to roll but I stop him before he can move, my large hand spanning over his chest, his heart beating erratically under his rib cage. I want to rip him open, see the muscle as it works the blood around his system.

Would it taste as delicious as that scent I have been picking up on the other human males?

My claws dig into his chest, cutting through the thin fabric of his shirt as I rip it from top to bottom in one easy slash. Lines of blood blossom where the sharp tips catch his flesh, and I marvel at the sight. His whimpers turn to muffled moans as my other hand rests over his mouth.

My tongue snakes out, moving up his chest from navel to collarbone, licking up every drop of the crimson liquid. He tastes good, the fear in his blood hardening my cock even further. My claws move like a hot knife through butter. His eyes roll back into his head as he loses consciousness and my smile turns to a frown.

No fun.

Without another thought, my fist breaks through his rib cage, wrapping around the rapidly beating muscle and tugging it from his chest cavity. His life essence sprays out of him like a fountain, coating my exposed skin and rolling down my chest. It's too much for me to hold back, and as my fangs sink into the heart my balls tighten, my climax rushing through me.

My body shudders as I cum, coating my skin as I finish my snack. I groan with each bite until there is nothing left.

A scream rends the air and I'm on my feet in a moment, leaving the cooling body behind and following the sound.