Page 2 of Obsession

Maybe a bystander who witnessed the crash was attempting to aid whatever it was she had clipped on the road.

“Hello?” she called out meekly.

Her leg screamed at her with her first step forward. The rain washed the wound of blood, masking it hideously pale and revealing the jagged edge of her roughly hewn skin.“Hey!” she said a bit louder than previously.

“Can you please help me?” She stumbled forward another step and slipped in the mud, her shoe was already caked with debris from the wreck and the thick clay filled soil.

Her warm tears rolled down her cheeks, mingling and cooling with the chill of the rain.

“I need help! Do you have a phone…I seemed to have lost mine in the accident!” She yelled louder. It hurt, straining her voice to achieve its max volume, forcing her to cough.

She pressed herself up, and winced in pain at the effort. The adrenaline was wearing off at this point and her aches in her body were more prevalent.

What she saw when she got closer was a nightmare in the torrential downpour.

Whoever this… “man” was, was dressed all in black, but his exposed hands and face were covered in red, and he was not helping. Not helping at all…but… feeding? He looked like a grizzly bear gorging on the carcass of a fresh kill trying to fatten up before hibernation.

It seemed he was unaware of her presence. The meal in front of him seemed to have all of his attention.

The ripping sounds of flesh being torn at by bare hands, mixed with the din of the storm masked the sound of her calls. The ever present rumbles of thunder and gusting winds also masked the sounds of her sloshing through the mud and underbrush.

She gasped, barely above a whisper, but the bloodied man’s head perked up and he began to sniff the air. Alerted now by a seemingly less apparent, but more provoking signal that he wasn't alone.

“Oh god, what are you?” She clenched her fists and hugged herself. Her squeeze pressed the underwire of her bra into one of her breasts which made her wince once more in pain. Pain that radiated from everywhere now in the presence of a growing terror that gripped her chest.

He moved from the kill with chunks of stringy bloody meat in his teeth and what looked like maybe a heart or some internal organ in his gnarled fingers.

Just then there was an explosion. The car she had just escaped burst into flames.

Ren was thrown to the ground by the force of the blast wave as gasoline ignited. Her aching body barely managed to brace for the impact before the ground welcomed her like a lost lover.

The man, the beast, jerked its head in her direction and shrieked, its solid black eyes, reflecting the light of the fire.

The eyes seemed to bore into Ren's very soul. She felt an inexplicable pull towards them, a strange compulsion she couldn't shake off even in her panic.

The bright light of the fire was dimmed in short order with the dowsing rain that fell relentlessly. Darkness took over now that the lights and fire from the car had both been extinguished. Panicking, Ren did her best to push up from the ground and move away from the nightmare, the impossible reality that was unfolding.

With blinding speed, the creature ran at Ren. A gust of wind formed in his wake forcing the rain to shear sideways around her as he moved. The atmosphere surrounding her seemed devoid of oxygen, his speed pulled all the air out of her lungs and she crumpled to the ground.

She tried to scream but all she managed was a muffled, near mute moan. There was not enough breath in her lungs to lend any force to the sound. The taste of blood filled her mouth as she bit her lip, a sharp burst of pain cutting through her fear.

A growl not unlike that of a dog guarding its favorite toy or food bowl rented the space between them. The metallic tang of blood lingered as the world faded into black.

Three

“Well isn't that perfect,” said the man standing in the rain.

After seeing Ren collapse as he was attempting to flee he found himself stuck to the spot. “Lucky for you miss, I'm no longer hungry. Though you look positively delicious.”

The man felt a pang of guilt about leaving such a lovely young thing to bleed out and freeze in the rain. Perhaps he could bring her back and drain her later when he was hungry once again. Though looking at the sight of her, with elegant flowing curves, toned thighs, her soaking garments clinging to her skin; he thought perhaps I can have her drain me.

He stiffened in consideration, prospects of either option causing fangs and phallus to extend simultaneously.

With little further thought, the man scooped up the near weightless woman. He had hardly ever come across such a fine young specimen before. He lifted her off the ground with minimal effort and with her neatly tucked in against his hard chest, he bounded for home.

It was a journey through thicket and over rough and hilly terrain, but the man was as adept as a feline at deftly maneuvering the primal landscape surrounding his home. The rain was a chore making things slippery and prone to dislodging underfoot, but he had cat-like reflexes and the strength beyond that of any ordinary man.

Guided by a need to get back—in order to enlist assistance—he made fast work of the arduous trek home.

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