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David...
Blood and urine perfumed the air. David shook his head as his eyes adjusted to the bright light and the room came into focus. Coated in blood, still gripping a hand that no longer moved, Blossom trembled and wept with her eyes tightly closed. The only human in the room smelled of death. The blood on the floor was certainly his. A bizarre array of implements was scattered across the floor. David released his heart shape and rolled back into his human form. “Blossom,” he whispered as he slowly approached her. “You can drop that now, honey. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
She shook her head, grip still tight, and the last of what held the butcher’s hand to his limp arm tore free.
“His life is over. He can’t hurt you anymore.” The shudder that moved through her body rattled the hinges on her cage. The sound she made was a forlorn cry for her team. “They are coming.” She threw her small body against the wall of the enclosure, and then against the door with a desperation that made David wince. He scanned the wall and saw the dangling key just out of her reach. Cruel bastards.
David jerked the key from the wall. “I’m going to set you free.” She panted on the floor, keening. The key skittered across the lock and then sank in and turned. When he unlatched the door, her golden eyes opened, holding more sorrow than he had ever wanted to see in a child.
She hit the door with her full body weight and bowled him backward. Racing across the room, she circled desperately for an exit. Jeremiah pushed open the trapdoor above the narrow staircase and she shot for it like an arrow. David followed her hot up the stairs, ready to shift as soon as he was free of the cursed cabin.
Jeremiah, in the basement, began destroying the equipment in the room below, ripping cameras to pieces, shredding the lighting umbrellas, ripping free chunks of wall as David lept from the porch. Running full out, Blossom headed to the tree line.
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Holly…
She lay on her belly, remaining in human shape in case that form was needed. Eyes sharp in the dark, even in this weaker vessel, she held her people steady. She could feel their bodies humming like a hive of bees low in the surrounding brush. Trusting the Bears to find Blossom had been a risk, but David would put forth his best. She was sure of that.
With every gunshot, she could feel impatience shimmer through her people. The waiting was difficult. Why move, when the foolish humans were willing to do part of the task themselves? The brutality of their indifference for life was horrifying to watch. They strutted from body to body, making jokes with a casualness that made her skin crawl. This would be the first cull for most of her people, but they were ready. Knowing they had tortured Blossom was enough. That these humans had killed their own kind with the indifference that could only be found in the soulless had left her without hesitation.
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When they raised their guns toward the sky, and foolishly fired off celebratory shots at having completed the mass murder, Holly gathered herself. Bree at her shoulder quivered with her desire to leap forward. Holly made a sharp soft his, and the girl quieted. Not yet, wait for the right time, for the arrow, for the shot, for the bite.
When the Sheep lay their weapons on the ground and began to work as teams to heft the bodies back into the burning house. She tightened her hands into fists and the alert spread through her people as ear flicks. Almost time, let them do more of the work and make themselves slow and less cautious.
When most of the humans, had hands slick with blood and ash, their foreheads shining with sweat from the exertion and the heat of the fire, she flashed her hands open and her crew, to a man, leapt forward, becoming starlight and death. They were streaks across the universe. Filled with moonlight, they hit their targets with ferocity. Blood, like fireworks, exploded toward the sky. Remaining in her human shape, only through force of will, she turned her phone back on. “Ansel…”
*
Balor…
“Everything was perfect.” The car door was swung open, and he’d pulled one of his Ravens off murder duty, to keep his cock wet while he enjoyed the theatre of it all. Her sweet little plump cheeks hollowed as she sucked with eagerness. She looked up at him adoringly, as if he was a deity. He liked that. It suited him. His parents would be angry about the house, but he’d always hated the stuffy old place. He’d been trying to talk them into rebuilding for two years. He toyed with one of the dark curls on the girl’s head as he watched his minions drag bodies toward the flames. Sam danced among them. He was a mad satyr dancing through the death. There was a lingering euphoria. The only flaw in the grand affair had been Orp leaving an order without his approval. Something had to be done about that.
He looked in the rear-view mirror. Orp had his arms wrapped around his pet, Remmy. Did they really need two tech guys?
A new round of screaming snapped him from his thoughts. Bodies were going down as dark shadows shot through the night. Sam charged toward the car. “Oh shit.” Balor kicked the girl back from him, sending her sprawling into the grass, and slammed his car door shut. Cock wet and hard, jutting from his pants, he started the engine just as Sam reached the back door.
One after another, their super fans went down. Lucky jerked the back door open and saw that the back seat was filled. Recklessly, he gripped Orp by the lapel and jerked him out of the car. Beaming, he claimed the man’s place next to a startled Remmy. Orp sprawled in the grass as dark shadows raced toward the car.
“Fucking go, man.” Sam slammed the door and Balor hit the locks. He punched the gas to the floor as a gray wolf landed on top of Orp. His scream was short and drowned out by the rev of the engine. The car lept forward as a body hit the driver side door.
“What the fuck?” Balor cursed. They had no right to hurt his shit. A glance in the mirror showed him a giant wolf dragging away the girl’s body. The car fishtailed as he pulled onto the drive, but he wasn’t slowing down, not for anyone.
Sam smacked the back of his seat several times, excited. “Did you see that? Holy shit. That’s going to be us. Fuck man.”
Lucky was always, Lucky. With every turn, Balor placed more distance between the car and their trailing shadows. No blue blood for you today, little wolvsies. Your time is almost done.