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Theyre called Creekers. Centuries old, driven by rage and lust for revenge, they move through the deep, dark woods deformed, shadowy outcasts with twisted faces and blood-red eyes. Now, as the moon hangs low over their ancient house, theyre gathering for a harvest of terror and death Crick City will never forget.

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CREEKERS

Edward Lee

Necro Publications

2010

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Smashwords Edition

CREEKERS

Creekers 1994 by Edward Lee

Cover Art 2008 Travis Anthony Soumis

This digital edition 2010 Necro Publications

Prologue

Roughened hands disrobed her before the cracked mirror.

You are the most perfect of all of us, came the equally roughened whisper to her ear. She could feel the heat of the breath, and of the words themselves.

But then more words oozed through her head:

So perfect

So worthy

So beautiful

Yeeeeesss, keened the voice behind her.

So beautifulfor Him.

Only a few crooked candles lit the downstairs parlor. In the mirror she could see herself, and she could see the Reverend standing behind her like a queer, tall shadow in its black raiments and drooping hood which hid his face.

So beautiful for Him, he whispered.

Beautiful, she thought. Yes, she was. Much more beautiful than the other girls. Clean, they called her, and the few others who were born like her. A clean baby. A clean child. A clean woman. So few were ever born clean

The Reverends large hands peeled away her threadbare dress like a shift of rotten cheesecloth. She did not flinch. Being stripped at any given moment was nothing new to her; she was used to it, and she was used to the things that always happened afterward. Now her naked flesh shone starkly in the mirrors dark veins: sleek, womanly curves, unblemished skin, long legs and high, full breasts. Hair shiny and fine as black silk framed her youthful, striking face. Once she asked why the men from town paid so much less for her. Cos youre clean, child, she was told. You aint all uglied up like most the others. Caint hardly even tell youre Creeker, cept fer yer eyes

She never understood this at all. They should pay more, shouldnt they, since she was so much prettier?

But tonight was different. Somehow she knew that. There were no men from town in the house, and something in the air made her skin feel all crawly like that time she fell asleep out near Crolls field and woke up covered with ladybugs.

Weve finally done it, after all this time

finally, whispered the Reverend.

And then the other voices continued to churn in her head:

On-prey-bee!

Us-come-too!

On-prey-bee!

When shed been fully stripped, the Reverends hand stroked her raven-black hair, brushing it off her brow. Her eyes gazed back at herself in the mirror

They were bright and clear, their large irises revealing only the slightest tincture of red

Next, she was being usheredup. She felt dizzy and strange. The old wood stairs creaked beneath her feet as the Reverends hands guided her toward the landing. The hands of the others reached out to touch her as she passed.

And the heat of this midsummer midnight drenched her in sweat in moments.

Yes, you are the most perfect of all of us

so go forth now and bless us.

The door closed behind her. All that lit the long, high room was the moon in the window. She smelled something funny, and as her vision grew accustomed to the dark, she noticed strange shapes inclined on the dusty wood-plank floor.

Then something stirred.

And the man walked out of the great gulf of darkness.

He was the most handsome man shed ever seen. Tall and slender, with chiseled muscles, strong arms, sturdy legs. The kind face looked back at her.

He never said a word.

He was nothing like the men who usually came to her: men who slapped her, pulled her hair, spit on her and bit her nipples till she shrieked. This man was sweet, gentle. His soft hands on her breasts filled her with warmth, not revulsion.

And when he kissed her

Visions swam. Sensations. Waves of love more intense than the heat of the noonday sun. His caring hands lay her down on the floor; his smile seemed lit, like a halo. Without ever talking, he told her things. He told her how beautiful she was, how important, and how he loved her more than hed ever loved anyone. All the things shed yearned to hear for so long: the dreams buried in dust, the promises that never came true.

But now they were true.

Nowhe was with her.

Her pleasures were untold. Her orgasms quaked. Each release of his semen into her sex was a gift to be revered. It filled her to overflowingwith rapture and compassion and real love. Im in love, she thought with each beat of her heart, and with his. He delved into her far deeper than any man of her past, and far longer, unlocking sensations of joy shed never thought possible. At one point, he knelt upright between her spraddled legs, the beautiful penis throbbing yet again for her. It was huge, curved, and gorgeous. In anguish, her hands reached out to touch the reality of its hardened flesh.

So hot, it nearly burned.

Her eyes pleaded to him. She was crying, she was so happy, so replete in her love. Without words, he assured her that he would love no other woman but her, ever.

You are the one, he vowed.

She grasped the stout, hot shaft, then guided it down to enter her again. Her breasts heaved; she gasped aloud, squealing her bliss to the night. Her arms and legs wrapped about the fine, hard body, and pulled him deeper into her.

Give me your love, her thoughts panted.

Oh, yes, his own thoughts answered. I will

Hours later she lay exhausted in her own ecstasy. Her sweat drenched the warm wood floor beneath her, and his seed trickled from her. Hed rolled off her now, and gently kissed her throat and breasts. Then he moved away

Her plea sounded powerless, feeble; she could barely speak at all.

Dont leave me! she cried out.

He stood near the corner by the window. The sweat on his muscles shined in the moonlighthe looked silver.

He looked like an angel.

Alas, my curse

Then she noticed the odd shapes again in the corner. What were they? Why were they there?

The door opened quickly. The others came into the room bearing candles, and the meld of voices rushed:

On-prey-bee!

Redeemer

Thanks we give you!

Bless us

The Reverend stepped forward in his coal-black robe and hood, then knelt before the naked man at the window.

Bless us and sanctify us. Show us your way and keep us whole, we beg of Thee.

Her eyes shined wide in the wavering candlelight as her lover very slowly turned. He seemed to have changed. His radiancethat lovely halohad darkened to a sour hue, and the beautific muscles turned ruddy now, swollen and coarse. The handsome face shifted into corrupt angles, while deep, lumpen furrows grooved the high forehead.

It cant be, she thought. It must be the darkness. Of course, the darkness, her blissful fatigue, and the strange way the candlelight tinted the room.

Give us this day our daily flesh

The others lifted her up. They were carrying her out of the room now, but not before she was able to finally detect the odd shapes in the corner.

They were

Bodies, she realized. Deadbodies

On-prey-bee! rejoiced the twisted voices. Give-ona-us-beg-thee-wee!

Aloft in the others arms, she stared, caught one last glimpse, then fainted dead away, for in the previous moment, her loveronce beautiful, now hideoushad knelt down before the fresh dead bodies and begun to eat.

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One

Lt. Philip Straker double-checked the cylinder of his Smith Model 65. Paranoid, Phil? he asked himself. What, the rounds are going to disappear? The good fairies going to take them when youre not looking? The stainless-steel cylinder shined, still full of six Remington +P+ .38s. It snapped shut with an oiled click. At least rank had its privileges; everyone else packed Glocks.

Phil was cooking in his Second Chance Kevlar vest, but a guyd have to be crazy not to wear one on a narc bust. Red night-vision lights bathed the inside of the tac vanthey called them War Wagonsone wall lined with commo and DF gear, the other with an array of weapons: AR-15s, a sniper rifle with a night-scope, MP-5s, and enough pistols to start a gun show. Two tac guys from S.O.D. waited with him: Eliot, one of the team leaders, and the shooter, some ex-Marine with the unlikely name Cap, who sat stolid as a carved-wood figure, cradling a 15A2. Phil had heard this kid could pick cherries at 800 yardsa grim assurance tonightbecause Phil realized full well thered probably be some shooting. There always was during a lab bust. The bastards know theyre caught, but they fight anyway. When you shoot at tac men, you die, and the fuckers dont even seem to care. It was like a VW Bug playing chicken with a D8 bulldozer. The Bug will always lose

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