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BLOOD HUNT

here we go a short story for u all to read. no poems this time or songs at that. soon i'll put some of my other writting on here. a chapter here and there of some of the novels i have in the works. hope you like enjoy :)

    It was a damp and chilly night. The moon was full. Its rays of silver reached a dark figure upon a hill, which was amongst tree of a forest. The figure was a man dressed in black. Black raw hide boots, jeans, and jacket. He was crouched on the hill top waiting.
     He smelled them before they could be seen in the dim moonlit sky. He could smell the blood through their skin. His mouth watered as hate, anger, and hunger came over him. There was also the scent of fear. The Figure smiled wickedly, licking one of his fangs, for he was going to bring death this night.
     Yes, he thought. The night is pure for the kill of blood. He watched as the figures of men with flashlights came into view. There was three men and a... girl. Now this will be an interesting hunt after all. So he will only attack one at a time.
     Lurching off the hilltop, The Dark Figure sped toward his first victim, the one with glasses. The Figure was fast, too fast for these people, because The Figure's clawed hand had tore away the man's throat. The poor soul didn't have a chance to scream. Just died in silence. The Girl screamed. It was a wonderful scream. She will be last. The Figure grinned; his fangs gleamed in the moonlight.
     The seventeen-year-old girl cried in the big man's arms... her father. This same madman who rips people's throats out with his teeth killed her mother. The men now hunt this... creature. They now know it is no man, for no man can grow claws and rip another man's throat out in a blink of an eye and disappear.
     The Dark Figure saw the two remaining men ready their guns. Again he smiled, his tongue moved over a fang. The time came for him to strike again. This time, the one with the beard.
     The same thing had happened. The Bearded Man's throat was ripped away. The Dark Figure had disappeared again. Where? Father and daughter could only guess.
     The Girl became hysterical. She screamed, cried, and yelled that they were next - which was true enough. Her father had to slap his daughter across the face and shake her like a rag doll to bring her to her senses.
     Don't bruise her fool. She is pure. The blood and virginity. She is to be mine. The Figure's thoughts became dark, filled with hatred. He smiled grimly, eyes ablaze in anger and lust for the Girl. Then he heard the Large Man speak, telling his daughter to run. At first she wouldn't. Then she bolted like frightened rabbit toward the hill. The hunt for blood was going to last a little longer.
     The Dark Figure came from behind the brush to face The Girls's Father, who had his shotgun raised in front of him. The Dark Figure let the man see that he was a man, but also a creature of the dark. He could see the fear in the man's eyes.
     Raising the shotgun, squeezing the trigger, the shot echoed throughout the forest. Black crimson blood splattered from the Dark Figure's chest. The wound was there momentarily, then was gone. He had healed and The Man was wide-eyed in terror. The Dark Figure laughed. It was a chilling laugh. A laugh of triumph and death. The Dark Figure grabbed the Big Man, smashed him against a tree, sending shards of pain up the Man's spine. Then fangs sank into his throat tearing away flesh.
     Discarding the body into the bush the Dark Figure went for the Girl. This was what he was waiting for... the Girl. She was to be his, and only his. Nobody else's.
     He raced through the forest like a wolf after its prey. He could smell the fear, sweat, blood, and head her faint cries of terror. She still ran on, he knew this. But how she was still able to run was beyond him. It didn't matter; he was soon to catch up with her.
     The Dark Figure suddenly stopped. There she is. Coming right towards me, The Dark Figure thought, the bloodlust overcame him.
     There was a horse scream as the blonde haired and green-eyed Girl ran into the out stretched arms of the Dark Figure.
     "You are my beloved bride," he whispered in her ear before his fangs sank deep into the soft flesh of the young Girl's throat. DAN HARRINGTON (9/17/90)

fear not the darkness; for it will not hurt you.
it's what's in the dark that will.
the shadow of death comes to us all.
-Draconis

Hope you all liked my story. i will be putting more on here. also i will be putting chapers of different books im in the middle of writing. i have some off the wall shit people so beware. mwhaaaaaaaaaaaaa! soon i hope to get some pics of my friends and family up also. have some really cool pics to show u people lol. tell all yer friends about my site i need the traffic dudes. don't forget to sign my guestbook too eh! wish i could spend all my time on here but i have to work 12 hr shifts. ya i know work sucks always will lol. anyway enjoy and move on to the next page. :)