A2/N: Hi guys! Welcome to Lost Souls and Spilt Blood. Of course you already know that because you clicked on it... Anyway, I sencerly apologize because my tab button isn't working and when everything transfered over the ones I did have disappeared. So it's like, 3 o'clock in the morning and when I try to put a certain amount of spaces in manually it just disappears after I save it. So please forgive me that it's not properly structured. Also, enjoy the story, and heads up, the writing style does get a lot better later on. Please R&R!
Gage and Warren wondered through the woods, obviously lost now. They had been wondering around for at least an hour since they had decided to go off the walking trail. The sun was starting to get lower in the sky and the air around them was cooling as night started to creep closer.
Gage looked around, "Man, we're lost." he said.
"Nah, really?" Warren snapped back sarcastically.
"Do you wanna keep going or stop? I'm getting tired." Gage said.
"How can we stop in the middle of the woods? We don't know what's out here!" Warren responded.
"It'll be dark soon, we should just stay put till morning." Gage said.
"Alright, fine." Warren sighed.
They put their back-packs down. The day had started out good, two friends going to enjoy a hike, but now they were lost in the woods. A cool breeze blew throughout the forest. It sent a shiver up Gage's spine. The light was fading quickly as they settled down for the night.
A loud crack made both men jump. They looked around frantically, but it was hard to tell what direction the sound came from.
"What was that?!" Warren whispered.
"I don't know!" Gage whispered back.
What sounded like a laugh came from up ahead of them. Warren shakily got up. "Hello?" he called out.
It seemed as if the whole forest went silent as they listened for a response.
"Lost?" a honey sweet woman's voice came from close-by.
"Yes! Can you help us?" Warren called.
"That depends..." the voice responded. The men thought they noticed a small Russian accent trailing behind every word she eerily said.
"On what?" Warren asked.
"Can you trust me?" the voice asked.
The two men looked at each other, confused. The person seemed like they would help the two, but it sounded a little sketchy at the same time.
"Yes?" Gage told the person.
"Good." the person said, there was definitely a bit of an accent.
Both men jumped back a bit as someone jumped out of a tree near them. The person landed softly on all fours, then stood up. It was a girl, who seemed to be eighteen or nineteen. She had on a dark-grey hoodie that cast a shadow on her face and wore plain jeans that fit her round butt nicely. She had hiking boots on that looked like something was stained on them. She lowered the hood and both the men gawked. In front of them was the most beautiful girl they had seen. Her luscious, long, straight hair was blonde and looked as soft as moonlight. Her eyes were a grayish-blue color that reminded them of the sky right before a storm came, entrapping their attention. Her face was outlined softly; everything about her seemed to compliment something else about her, making them slightly trust her more. And, God help them, but her hoodie surprisingly fit her big upper curves very well. Complimenting her curves and an innocent run-way model face was a body that spoke a lifetime of climbing and running. The more they looked at her, the more she got even more beautiful than the last time.
The beautiful girl smiled with her perfect straight white teeth at Gage and Warren. They both noticed something weird, just a flash though; they just passed it as part of their imagination. "If you could just give us directions to get back to the trails..." Gage said.
The girl grinned, "You're far from any trails I know of, but I do know there's a road a few miles from here. I can walk you to it since its dark." she insisted.
Warren and Gage exchanged glances. "W-we'll just wait here till morning... so, which way was the road?" Warren asked, not wanting to disappoint the beautiful woman.
"I thought you said you would trust me. Do I scare you?" the girl asked eerily, as her beauty flickered for a second again, filling their hearts and souls with fear... What had they run into?
"N-no. We just... we're tired." Warren stuttered.
"Maybe we should help them 'sleep', don't you agree Liz-Bef?" the girl said, her form flickered again this time. It was a monster... she had sharp canine teeth instead of perfectly straight white ones, claws instead of fingernails, and her once luring and trusting smile turned into one that chilled them to the very marrow in their bones.
"Da." another voice said in Russian, with the same slight Russian accent, almost exactly as the... thing... in front of them.
Another girl came out to where the others were. She had jet black long straight hair that covered some of her eyes and smooth pale skin, like a vampire would have. Her eyes were an icy-blue color that could stop anyone cold in their tracks, framed with thick lashes and black eyeliner. She wore a low V-neck black shirt that fit her plump womanhood exceedingly well. She had on a black cargo vest and black skinny jeans that fit her butt very nicely. Along with the outfit, she had on a necklace that looked like a gray orb, and the misty contents inside seemed to be swirling. She looked about the same age as the first girl. Unlike the first girl though, this girl had sharp facial angles and a complimentary sharp body structure, lean, like she spends her life on the run. Everything about her was cold and distance, but they couldn't help but want to get closer to this, Liz-Bef, as the scary monster called her... But the look in her eyes stopped them cold as she stared deeply into their eyes, as if she could see right through them and pierce the very veil that separated fantasy from fear. Her eyes spoke a lifetime of pain and torture, like there was nothing left inside her but pain. On her right shoulder was a symbol about as big as their palms and, upon further inspection, saw that it was a pentagram. Their eyes filled with fear as they looked upon the Satanist. They had never seen one before. Oh, how things had changed.
"Wh-what do you want from us?!" Gage yelled backing away.
"Don't you wanna play?" the first girl asked.
"No! Get away from us!" Warren said, terrified.
"Well Kiwi, I think we should have a bit of fun with these two." Liz-Bef said.
"Yea, I agree." Kiwi responded.
Gage and Warren both took off running, knowing they were running for their lives.