The Hunter and The Hunted

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A deadly hunt that a young woman tries to escape. Will she make it? Or will her life be taken by the vapmpire that's dedicated to killing her?

Submitted: June 27, 2008

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Thud, thud, thud.

My footsteps hitting the wet, rain-soaked ground. It’s hard to breathe. My lungs scream in protest, I’m running too fast, much too fast. But I can’t look back now. The game has begun, and he was now coming after me.

The wind blows me off course, and I keep losing my balance. The rain is pouring down from out of the sky, and my clothes are wet and heavy. My drenched hair whips around and smacks me in the face. But I cannot be distracted. I only have the energy to do one thing. Never. Stop. Running.

I hear a loud, evil laugh echo through the woods. I push my legs faster; left, right, left, right. I can hear him jumping from tree to tree, easily keeping up with my slow human pace.

The blood is pumping through my veins, I can hear my heart pound in my ears. The howling of the wind and the crashing of the thunder both keep beat with the sound of my heart racing. The noise is almost deafening.
Sudden lightning coils down from the sky like a snake, and attacks the ground in front of me with all it’s might. Blinded by the rush of light, I falter in my running. A root from a tree hooks my foot, and I’m down. I struggle to get loose, but the hem of my jeans is caught. Frantic with fear, I tug fiercely at the fabric but it is no use. My body cannot take any more, it is physically and emotionally worn.

With no energy left, I surrender quietly. The hunter steps forward.

He smiled wickedly, and crouches down to my level. It’s almost hard to imagine something so terrifying can be so beautiful.

“Oh, looks like the young lass is out of luck. Well, I will say you did give it your best effort, right? Aren’t you just a bit happy to go so quickly?” He spoke in a mocking tone.

His words infuriated me and the hatred I was feeling gave me brief bravery.

“No.” I spat at him. “I’d rather be eaten alive then die by you. I hope you rot in hell.”

“Ha, don’t you see, love? I’m already there.”

He inched closer to my face slowly, and I could see his razor sharp teeth beginning to form.

I closed my eyes and hoped for quick death.

No.

I would not give up this easily. I used the foot that was not stuck to swing around and land a kick to his face.

He shot back and snarled in fury, louder than all the noises of the storm. I got my foot loose and took off running again.

“GET BACK HERE!” He was absolutely furious, and the terror I felt pushed me even harder to stay alive and keep moving.

“YOU CANNOT ESCAPE!”

As I prepared to jump over the small creek ahead, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“I’ve got you now.” He whispered, his voice both seductive and deadly.

He threw me down with as much force as his body would allow. My face collided with a rock, and I felt my nose break beneath me. My skull cracked and I felt warm liquid spread through my hair and down my shoulders. I couldn’t stand so I tried to crawl, cutting my hands on broken branches on the forest ground.

I could taste the blood in my mouth, choking me. I stopped crawling, and began coughing and spitting up blood.

His pushed his foot down on my back forcing me to lay on the ground. He applied pressure, and I heard something cracking. The hunter laughed at my screams of pain.

He flipped me over and pinned me down.
He roughly pushed my chin up and I felt his mouth next to my ear.

“Are we quite finished?”

I thrashed around one more time and then gave up. The last thing I felt was his mouth against my neck, and then my world went black.


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