Dark Poison

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short story that I wrote for a contest. The theme is Horror.

Submitted: May 02, 2011

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The splats of descending blood hit on the earth’s surface. Drop after drop, the pouring liquid fell from his soaked neck and splashed to the ground in a thick scarlet red. The distant screams murmured around me in the air as I ran. Falling and slipping, the pool of blood thickened its journey toward me.


He ran after me now. Holding a knife and jumping over the fallen trees all over the forest ground. I could barely make out his face, but the moonlight glistened on his open wounded neck and the sharp points of his bared white teeth. Now his eyes glowed a distinct red and portrayed his undeniable thirst.


Apparently I hadn’t been able to hold off this wicked man, long enough, with the quick slice I had laid upon his throat with my shooting arrows, for he was up now, chasing me down. His speed faster than a cougar’s as I heard his feet gaining on me.


There wasn’t a single place to go, but run out into this forest that seemed to be cloaked in a black mist. He must be keeping me in here. This must be a game to him. The forest; just a trinket in a box and I its asset. But I would not let this man who feeds on blood shoot me down. I can’t become another one of his late night snacks and another item to his collection of rotting old bones.


Dodging under a fallen oak tree; I held my breath. His pace slowed and by now he knew I was hiding.


“Avery, my sweet dear,” he hissed for me in a rattling way. “That wasn’t very nice, what you did back there.” In the distant light I could see his glimmering eyes searching every crack and opening of the area around him. “I take you in. Give you a home. And you repay me by this?” He motioned to his neck and proceeded to do a slicing motion on it with the knife. More blood gushed out from the first wound I had given him and he eerily made sure the knife covered with it, fully.


Don’t make a sound, I urged myself. But it was too late; as I winced when a twig cracked under the pressure of my body. The man’s smile grew while he turned just in time to see me run off toward the road in the distance. I heard no running this time; it was pure silence, besides my owned deep breathes and dodging pace. Whipping around, the man was gone.


Suddenly, I felt a liquid falling to my head, and when I looked up the man was floating above me, upside down. A creature of the night, a monster, he was. Before my brain could process the situation he lunged down at my body, and tossed me to the muddy floor bed.


“LET GO!” I screamed as I kicked and struggled. The monster grabbed to my neck and sunk his long claws inside them. He enjoyed my pain right now; I was right, I was just another object in his game.


Looking over I could see a sharp wooden piece lying by my side. If only I could reach it, I thought to myself. Struggling, my arm over I slowly urged my hand over to it. I was so close to it. I was so close to grabbing it. Now my fingers lay upon the object. Come closer! I thought in anger. Soon enough my hands wrapped upon the object with a skin of bark wrapped around it.


“You look so tasty, my delicious,” his voice lingered around me in the air. I could smell his breath; the aroma of crusty old blood. Just before I could stab the raised wooden stake in his back, I could feel his teeth lodge into my neck. The pain of it withdrew me back as I slowly began to feel my consciousness loose itself.


“No!” I spat at him. In the midst of confusion, I plundered the stake deep into his back, just in a perfect position so that it pierced his heart. His body dropped , limply, to my side in defeat while he whimpered his cries. So that I knew he would die, I took the knife he once chased me with and decapitated his “pretty” little head off of his body.


My fear subdued, now the monster was gone, but the blood from my neck still gushed. I felt tingly now and my head fogged with disorder. I could feel the change; my teeth started to grow and sharpen its edges while my senses increased. I was hungry, I was starving now. I could smell from miles away, and hear the heart beats of the small animals that lived inside this little forest.


Standing up, I was on a hunt. A hunt for blood.



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