The night sky coming in through the window. The open window has faint wind pushing in the white curtains making it dance in the winds song and the moons shine. The moon light is entering into the room of Helena. Down onto the bed, the bed being close to the window. A nightstand on the side with a book titled, "A woman's need."
On the bed Don and Helena, together in the bed, covered in sweat. Naked, and snuggling together, Helena's bulky arm on Dons abs. Dons arm tucked under her head, that she uses as a pillow. On a bed wet with mixed fluids, sweat and others, in a room that if not for the open windows would smell of the scent of baby making. These two haven't been able to be pulled apart.
Helena has been kissing Don cheek a lot. She must have sensed it. He has had a worried look on his face, and for some reason this guy has had a weird thing going on with himself. for a while he hasn't been himself. Ever since then he has been acting weirdly. He is now even more aggressive. Never once was he like that. He also feels less likely to fall into his aggression whenever around Helena.
"Hey, Lena. Is the forest really important to this place?"
She stops kissing his to look at his face. The moon is slightly casting down on it. His voice isn't understanding, but it is slightly sad. He can't hold onto a thought.
"Why, yes. The forest is the main place where we collect fire wood. And the main place we catch food from. Just past that is river. Since we still aren't to advanced yet we have to grab water there. A good amount of food is also caught there. With the fact that they also burned down almost all the supermarkets or building that held water or food. We need to get past there. Why?"
Don turns to look toward her. Her body ever since they got together always made him a certain type of way. He wasn't sure how, but he knew one thing that he needed her to feel sane. without her every little thing would make him feel angry.
"Apparently, no one is allowed."
Getting off of his shoulder. She puts her arm down on the bed to position herself higher than me. Her body is on fully display, her bosom having the moon shine on them. Her wet lips and her lower body wet with sweat. The same with Don. Her hair, some stuck to her face. The rest flowing in the direction of the bed, not quite reaching.
Her amazing hair, shining in the moonlight. Just complimenting her body. Her abs, being sweaty. That's what Don likes seeing. But he knows that, the thing that he loves about her is... Her. She's strong, beautiful, and just out right amazing for him.
"Why?"
Her accent sending him. Makes him feel some sort of way that he loves.
"I don't know, but Keith wants me to get to the mayor's tent tomorrow morning. Saying he's calling us there or something like that. But he want to check it out together."
She slaps his chest, it makes a relatively loud popping sound, the area where he was slapped having a mark on it, but by the looks of her face she regrets slapping her as hard.
"Ouch!"
Helena holds her hand. Red under her hand starts.
Don laughing, getting up to match the height of Helena.
"What did you that was gonna do. Hurt me?"
Reaching out to grab her hand he plants a kiss on the side that is red. Making his way up her arm reaching her neck. His lips stay there for a while sucking on her neck, slowly making a red mark right underneath her jawline. Making his way up to her lips.
They're lips stay interlocked for a while before they pull apart. Helena biting his lip, before his tongue and hers untangle from each other. Making a little saliva, pull apart before break and returning the spit from each other mouths pulling back into their mouths. making them keep the taste of each other.
Helena bites her lower lip, turning Don on. His genital's hard full. Helena pushes Don back on to the bed. Slowly she kisses him again, gradually getting on top of him.
The room door slams open. Dyral, walks in holding an axe that they would normally use for chopping wood and a lantern.
Helena jumps off of Don, grabbing the blanket on the edge of the bed to cover her strong, beautiful, sweaty, body as well as Don. Both of them being completely naked and equally as sweaty. Don laying as flat as possible to not alarm Dyral.
Thankfully the lantern only reaches to her body and face, included with the fact Dyral vision is not as good as it once was.
Dyral, is a skinny, 64 year old man with heavy wrinkles and dark freckles all over his face. He's tall to, his height if not for his old age would be 6'3. His teeth all white, just like his daughters. He's bald if anyone were to see him outside, he would be wearing a hat. The hat had an eagle design, with the words "Good day in Dank." Written on it. His arms have some muscle on it but with age it has mostly turned to burn.
"Daddy, why you barging in here at this time?"
Her voice could soothe even a raging bull, but to Don it did something more. For a while now it made Don turn into something else. Like a horny monster, but he could still have total of his mind.
"Sorry darling girl, I thought I heard a loud pop and then you screaming. I just wanted to check if you were okay?"
His love for his daughter has never faded not even a tiny bit, Helena once told Don that her mother died at a young age leaving only her dad to raise her. One of the main reasons she turned out to be on of the type of strong girls. He once fought in the war, but left as he ended up getting hit with grenade shrapnel, getting hit in the stomach.
"Yes, daddy I'm fine..."
She says picking up the book, and waving it around:
"... my book feel on my face. Slapping me and apparently I didn't know how loud I could be. Sorry, daddy."
Giving the room another look around as best as he can. He cant see anything further than Helena. He vision gets to blurry, it start getting blurry even before seeing Helena.
"You sure?"
"Yes, daddy, night. Love you."
"Goodnight, love you to darling girl."
He says as he slowly closes the door.
"Guess that means we should get to sleep tonight. Anyway you are going with Keith tomorrow to check out the woods anyway."
Don coming out from under the blanket.
"What, no round three, Lena?"
Kissing his lips, She gives him a rebuttal.
"Round three will happen when you get back tomorrow."
She say pushing Don back down pulling his arm over herself and putting an arm over his abs.
Unbeknownst to them all of them they are being watched something in the forest staring at them through the open window where the wind enters. A yellow eyed monster, staring at the prey. While they snuggle together for a good nights sleep.
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The moonlight being one of the three lights making the road visible. The other being the the light I rope tied to the side of my rifle, that I now have turned off. The last the lit flame in front of us.
The roads are clear. This place, ever since the attack on the village there has been nothing as much as a rat squeaking too loud. I've just finished walking down this road with the teen boy, that has acne on his face.
Right now he's wearing a sweater with sleeves that stop at his wrist and jeans that are rolled up to his ankles. If they are left uncuffed they would drag against the ground leaving a streak. His boots though they are heavy. That's what are leaving a path of his foot steps.
Carrying a backpack with himself. Same as I, bring only essential equipment. A canteen, some fruits, ammunition and a lighter with the case of cigarettes from the guy that brought me to be burned. Stole it off of him before he got fed to the pigs.
Usually our patrol starts at the middle of the village. I give people their instructions and we go along our way. I instructed everyone to be on look out, and to just watch over the tents.
Taking just the boy with me out toward the entrance of the village. He's one of the most informed people that I'm teaching. He understands what I've said. He also knows more about gun knowledge then a good amount of the Nightwatch.
The village has one pathway to enter being pretty much surrounded by forest. The road is more of just a dirt road. All around the village.
That's where we are currently at. We lit a small fire behind some thick trees, as to block out the light from being seen. The walk usually takes an hour or so to get here by foot.
We are sat up by this fire. Reminding me of my dream that I once had. Staring into the flame. As it was talking, wondering how. Slowly reaching my hand toward to try and understand it. The flame wasn't hot but warm. This is the same like it's calling to—
"Sir!? Are you alright?"
My hand was out in front of myself reaching out to the flame. Trying to grab it. Only now that I feel even remotely awake do I feel the heat. I feel my hand back fast, rubbing them together then blowing into them to make it feel colder.
"Yes, I am."
"Oh, okay.?"
Blowing into my hands. I feel an awkward silence like really silent. Only sound is the wood crackling and me blowing into my hand and the crickets, sometimes interrupted by bellow from a deer or another animal. The kid is looking into the forest like an introvert that doesn't understand how to talk to people around him.
After a while, with my hands feeling cooler than before. I try to start a conversation between ourselves.
"Kid, what's your name?"
He stops looking at the forest and looks back at me.
"Oh, Sir, um… My name.. it- it's um…"
He stops talking for a bit. Taking a breathe then exhaling.
"… My name is Warren. Sir."
'The kids nervous, no surprise. He has to walk out toward the edge of his village in the middle of the night to just be aware of an incoming attack of the village.'
"What do you like Warren. Oh, and you can drop the Sir, stuff."
"Um I'm into just learning new things, Si- Mr. Keith."
'Better than Sir.'
"What type of things. Would you say you like learning the most?"
He looks around trying to figure it out. It seems an idea hits him. As he brings out a book. From his bag. Slamming it down and unzipping it. The book title-
"Creatures of fiction and of real life."
He took it upon himself to read out the title for me. Opening the pages showing me different type of creatures, ranging from an ant to an elephant to a dinosaur that could run from ranges from twenty four miles an hour to forty five miles an hour. Until he gets about more then half way through the book.
The fictional creatures a tall woman that goes bo-bo-bo while wearing a straw hat to a vampire that can't stay in the sun or it'll explode to a mythical god like creature that if awakens in could just wipe everything out of existence from simple awakening.
"This is my favorite past time. Learning about different things. There is also one more book that tells about real human monster the one that are more of a wolf in sheep's clothing."
"Really? That's cool but have you heard of a human that could transform from a human to a wolf?"
"Oh, it's… it's called…"
He starts turning the pages of the book over. Until he stops and points to a page, showing it to me the light of the flame being the only thing helping me see the book page.
"That's called a lycanthrope, Wolfman. It would be amazing if the creatures in the books would be cool…"
Slowly Warrens voice trailed off in my mind. The voice slowly disappearing as I notice something. There is no more crickets and the sound of the bellowing has stopped.
No crickets, no deers. Something's off. Staring off into the woods. I see a moving yellow orb. Bobbing up and down, left and right.
Waving at Warren. I signal him to ready his rifle. Soon we hear a twig snap. Then a silhouette of a man emerging out of the dark forest.
A yellow eyed man, with white hair. White skin, tall and wearing clothes that would mistake him for a kings right hand man. Silk, tuxedo looking garment and black pants.
He came out of the forest yet, not a single piece of wood, leaf or really anything on him.
"You shouldn't be out here. Monster could always be roaming."
His voice one to match that of his appearance.
"No sir, I don't there would be anything as a bear or tiger out in this part of… well, here."
Warren dropped his rifle. He dropped his guard, not me. This guy I don't understand. I feel just threatened by his presence.
"I don't mean the type of monsters that everyday people see, like bears or boars. I'm talking actual monsters."
He slowly creeps closer each small step feels like a leap.
"StAy back!"
My voice cracked.
I grip my rifle. Holding it in front of myself. Pointing it toward the man.
["Why, feeling scared? Threatened?"
'Yes, I don't even know why.'
"Just don't come any closer!"
Yet he does. Taking small leaps toward me taunting me. I can't shoot him my hand shaking, I can't grip the handle well.
He face to face now. Standing before me yet. I can't pull the trigger. I'm being trampled by fear. The man before me isn't even a man anymore. He standing over me. A Monster.
"Oh, I'm close, what are you going to do with that rifle, Boy?"
'SHOOT!'
"Nothing..?"
He pushes the rifle down I follow along with him.
A gun goes off. The starts bleeding from his arm.
"Damn! You b*tch!"
His body starts changing. He grows taller. Really standing over me now. His hands growing into something even more diabolical. Sharp claws. His body grows fur. His leg growing his bone out the other side of his knee.
His teeth growing sharp as well. His eye. Yellow snake eyes.
The Monster leaps at the boy. Slashing his neck in an instant. His head drops rolling on the floor. Blood gushing out of where his neck used to be.
The Monster now. Grab the disheaded body. Lifting it over himself. Drinking the spilled blood. Then slowly devouring it. Leaving blood all over itself.
"What the—."
Before I could finish my sentence. I see my body. Headless. Blood gushing out, where my head used to be.
"Still believe monsters are the bears and boars?"
"Is he alive?"
A disembodied voice comes from around the corner as the monster switches back to what was previously what he originally looked like standing naked above me with his shorts, barely hanging on and his skinny body, messy white hair.
The voice that of a woman. Calm, and with authority.
"No, how are you? I got shot."
'How am I still alive?'
"I told you, I'm only going to help if your in immense danger. Remember you are still the representative of Pride."]
"Scared, Threatened?"
I'm back sitting in front of the man, soon to be monster. Still scared but knowing our fates. I do it this time. I pull the trigger.
The gun goes off this time. Shooting him in the face. Leaving a small hole in his face.
He flops back. Dropping on his back. Blood pooling around his head.
I jump up. Standing over him. Stepping back, nearly falling several times.
The blood pooling around him now, looks like it's reversing. Going back into him. The hole slowly disappearing.
"Warren go get Don!"
"Yes, okay. What about you?"
He stands. Halfway ready to dart his way into the village.
"This guy is gonna get up again. I feel it. Imma kill him again."
'But how?!'
Warren run. He runs as fast as he can. He should know where Don is at. He hasn't left the barn in a while.
Standing up above him. Arms shaking.
Slowly the man gets up. I try picking my rifle up again. But I'm stopped. Something. A force unseen stops me. I'm scared. My arms shaking I drop my rifle.
FEAR TRAMMPLES OVER ME.
'Why?'
The man isn't up yet.
'Run! But to where?'
If I run into the village people could die, a lot of them. The only option…
The Forest.
I push off the ground. As hard I as possibly can jumping over the fire. Into the forest.
The man now standing. This time not as a man. But as The Monster…