Hunter Blain [Blain - Deliverance

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Other books in the Preternatural Chronicles

1. Im Glad Youre Dead
2. Dawn and Quartered
3. Shadow of a Doubt
4. 4-13 to be written, calm down

Chapter 1

Houston, 1990

F rantic footsteps echoed down the dark alley, accompanied by labored breaths of panic. The would-be rapists feet worked faster than his reeling mind and he stepped into a puddle that hid a deep pothole. Trembling hands shot out to cushion my dinners fall, but slipped on the wet concrete. I let out an eerie giggle that reverberated off the stone walls, as I dramatically skipped like a theater student trying out for the role of the playful Victorian girl overdoing it as much as possible. My eyes glowed a fierce red as I smiled, baring teeth with two elongated canines. Long black hair whipped around my head as I skipped, a few times getting into my eyes and prompting a quick swipe of my hand.

I did so enjoy living in a densely populated city like Houston because it afforded me with hunting grounds ripe for the picking. Whenever I was hungry, all I had to do was lurk in the shadows around high-crime neighborhoods and just wait. This night, my preternatural ears picked up the cries from a young Latina woman whose only crime was walking on a sidewalk in a bad part of town after sunset. Following the screams which were ignored by the mortals living in the area, I came upon the crime in progress. The rapist was tearing at the young ladys fast food uniform that had a white plastic name tag with the name, Anna stenciled upon it.

Two glowing rubies emerging from the shadows made Anna stop screaming which caught the attention of her attacker. His hungry eyes lifted from exposed skin to see a face stunned in disbelief. Following her unbelieving gaze, the rapist turned his head to bare witness to the consequences of his life choices. Without waiting for orders from the brain, his legs began pumping in an attempt to flee his fate before plunging into the pothole between buildings. The rapist quickly rolled onto his back, attempting to crabwalk away while whimpering, No! Please dont hurt me! He was slipping hysterically on the wet pavement when just minutes ago, his role was reversed.

I leapt into the air, my black WWII trench coat billowing as I majestically soared, and landed on top of the naughty man. Black, steel toed Doc Martens crunched delicate parts between boot and concrete. The rapists eyes bulged to the point I thought they were about to burst from their sockets like champagne corks. He inhaled sharply, his throat whistling loud enough that I thought a train was about to come barreling out of his agony-stricken face.

I twisted my feet before lifting my boots off of his hardboiled eggs that were now scrambled, with a split sausage to complete the ensemble. I stepped to either side of his writhing torso while blood rushed to escape its phallic prison, staining his blue jeans a satisfying karmic crimson.

It was then when the once-rapist finished sucking in all the air into his lungs to the point of rupture, before unleashing a high-pitched scream that would probably be heard from the moon. At least he would have if not for a swift punch to his solar plexus that fractured his sternum like a windshield after a hail storm. Accumulated air rushed out in a single, shotgun blast that made my black hair blow back ever so slightly. His breath smelled of alcohol, cigarettes, and bad decisions.

As veins bulged and capillaries broke in the no-longer-a-rapists face, I leaned down until we were nose to nose. As he stared wide-eyed into my glowing ruby pupils, I whispered, What did the vampire say to the whimpering blood-bank?

He answered with wordless squeaks as his gaping mouth tried desperately to suck air into his collapsed lungs.

I moved my mouth close to his ear and answered the question for him, Id like to make a withdrawal. As I spoke, I willed my preternatural life energy into my blood, and oozed a stream out of my palm which coagulated into a razor-sharp dagger. I plunged my manifestation into the thugs blood-soaked liver. As my blood-dagger pierced his flesh, I began to exsanguinate the crimson life energy into my being.

I moaned in purest elation as his blood flowed through my veins, tickling every nerve in my body like a lover running their fingers lightly across your skin. Over my entire being, hairs stood on end as wave after wave of unimaginable pleasure coursed through my eager flesh. My eyes rolled back into my head as my mouth hung agape in ecstasy.

The big-gulps heart began to flutter erratically as his blood-tank wavered steadily from Full to Empty, relinquishing every last drop to its new master.

As the final drop crossed the threshold, I slid my blood-dagger out of his shriveled liver, and willed the manifestation to retract back into my hand. Red eyes shifted to a brilliant purple, the color of sunset, as long fangs reversed, falling back in line.

I stood, feeling the cool night caress my skin, which was warm from the fresh kill.

With perfect comedic prowess, I burped before covering my mouth and exclaiming with wide eyes, Excuse me! to the empty alley. Must have been something I ate, I said to myself, as I bent down and grabbed the husk of a corpse by the belt. Looking up to the roof line of one of the buildings we were between, I jumped up with ease to land on the ledge, some twenty feet above the ground. I scanned the horizon, found the landmarks I was searching for, bent at the knees, and launched into the darkness. We soared over several buildings, my coat flapping in the wind which sounded like a diesel engine. My cargo lost a shoe in mid-flight, which made me smile for some reason. A building rushed up to meet us and I landed in a crouch only to explode into the night again.

Within short order, I had arrived at my destination. A wide, calm river surrounded by nature on the eastern edge of the city, which hungrily awaited its prize. I walked to the edge of the embankment, lifted my offering, and tore a limb from the torso. I whistled a few times as if I were summoning a loyal dog, and threw an arm into the murky water. Within moments, a log floated from the shadows and burst from the water long enough to grab the flesh between prehistoric jaws before disappearing into the inky depths. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.

I tore another piece of meat from the socket and tossed it in, whistling a staccato to signal mealtime. Several more alligators cruised over to the floating protein and began fighting over the morsel.

Whoa there, fellas. I brought enough for all of ya, I exalted delightedly, as I began tearing chunks of white and pink flesh, tossing them into the bubbling fray. It was a darkly humorous twist on old people feeding bread to ducks.

As I threw the shoeless foot into the water, a smaller evidence-destroying-machine came up and jerked the meal under the surface. My slight smile became a full toothy grin as the ripples on the water expanded outward, only to diminish and become calm again. I was proud of my gator babies and felt like I was making the world a better place, one meal at a time.

Crickets chirped in chorus to the peaceful sound of the gentle, glass top water as it flowed. A bright moon illuminated the grass I knew to be green, though it was hard to distinguish without manmade lighting or my preternatural eyes. When in full predator mode, I could see in the darkness as if it were brightest day.