I want to thank my awesome betas who have made this a much better chapter: laconic edge, MidnightMoonWarrior

Warnings: Forced cannibalism, non-graphic rape, murder, sexual content (that will follow the rules on this site, but the full length scenes will be on ao3), and just overall triggering stuff. So if your stomach is weak, you might not want to read this.

Prologue

Allison tried to get him away. Hitting didn't work, pushing only made him shove her twice as hard. It wasn't as if she could overpower him; she was only a fraction of his size.

"Stop hurting her! Please don't do it! You're human." He paused with sweat dripping off his brow, breath heaved into a laugh as if he found the mere notion amusing.

"You really believe humans are so much better?" He continued to pound relentlessly into Allison's mom, and she continued to lay as deathly still as her dad. Blood soaked the carpet around their bodies and some of it was dried on her, as well as hand prints on the places that her parents tried to flee and hide such as the table and piano, but surely that didn't mean they were died. They were just sleeping, weren't they? Certainly not...

She stared at her mom's head rolling back and forth and Allison's breathing picked up. Seconds passed until she couldn't take it anymore. Allison had to say or do something. "Mom, Dad, wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!" It didn't matter how loudly she screamed, nothing changed. She felt helpless. Everything was just so wrong.

Allison looked around the room for some sort of answer. She may only be thirteen, but there had to be something.

A glass piece from one of the windows that the men broke in from looked acceptable. Could she kill someone though? She didn't like the thought of crossing that line. Her parents warned her about it plenty of times. If she crossed that line, she could never come back. She wouldn't be any better than those men. But what choice did she have? She would die if she did nothing. Her life would be gone and if her parents were right, nothing but darkness would remain of her.

A cold certainty filled her despite her conflicting thoughts: she knew what she had to.

The glass felt nice in her hand, looked right too. It bit into her skin and she could feel blood trickle out of the wound, onto both the floor and the shard. She felt the need to cradle it to her chest, but refrained. Instead, Allison turned her gaze to the man who continued to violate her mother and something snapped.

No more.

NO MORE.

She didn't remember running, but she remembered taking that first stab. Elation. Relief. Horror.

A throaty chuckle echoed through the room.

"Well look at this. If it isn't my favorite pastime." Allison stopped mid-stab, the glass shard poised above the man's body, his neck and face a mess of blood and flesh, barely recognizable from before. "Don't stop because of me." The lady didn't step into the light, but remained in the shadows. Allison looked around almost frantically.

"Who's there?"

"Erica." There was a pause before she laughed again. "I guess you weren't concerned about my name were you? It's always what species with you people."

"Why are you here?"

She didn't answer her, instead smoothly moving into another, more pressing topic. "What are you going to do about the others? In fact, they're coming soon."

Allison's heart sped up, and she felt the bone deep fear that she wasn't going to make it out alive. She knew her limitations. She knew that she couldn't take down a few grown men, not without some sort of element of surprise.

Her palms grew moist and everything slowed down. The one question that bombarded her mind was the "how?" She was going to die if she wasn't careful enough, and if she failed completely, her worst nightmare would become reality.

Erica, of course, laughed loudly at her. "Oh you look so lost, my dear." Her voice broke the stifling stillness of her horrendous thoughts. But then, they rushed back with such ferocity that she nearly fell back from the impact.

'The men can hear me. They will kill me. There's nothing I can do. What should I do? What I should I do?'

Nothing apparently, because she could hear their shoes coming closer and she grabbed her hair in frustration. She then promptly looked around the room. Glass still lay by the window, but that would be almost useless in a fight with the men. She looked directly opposite, her heart-rate speeding up.

Her father's china closet sat untouched in the chaos. Maybe there was something in there? She hoped so, because the rest of the room only held splatters of blood and the bodies of the deceased. She stumbled to the cabinet and opened it in haste, her hands shaking so hard they slipped on the knobs.

"Hurry up, hurry up my dear. They're out for blood. I can help you, you know. Get rid of the men for you," Erica said melodiously.

'Don't trust her,' seemed to circle her thoughts, and she kept silent in her search. Forks and dull knives lined the first shelf, and in the second one, there only seemed to be plates. There was nothing; everything was useless and a hollow feeling wormed its way into her chest.

"Too late!"

The words were mocking in their utterance, and she felt like a joke as a man grabbed her from behind. And then, all she knew is darkness.

Everything hurt. Her eyes refused to open and her ears ringed painfully. She tried to move and yet, she couldn't. She couldn't do anything: rope bound her ankles and arms. Allison couldn't help but hyperventilate and struggle in her bindings.

"She's up," a dark, gruff voice said, worsening her panic attack. Where was she? Who was this man? Why couldn't she see?

Another man took a deep breath before he swigged his drink. "Finally." He took another swig and then, he thumped the alcohol down on the table. "Let's get this game started."

Hands grabbed her arms before she was put upright. They smoothed her hair out of her face before undoing the blindfold. Her vision was blurry at first, but then she blinked rapidly until the sight of her living room came into view. Her mother and father's bodies were still lying on the floor.

"I can't stand a loud bitch. Shut her up." She saw the smack before she felt the sting on her cheek. Her vision grew fuzzy and it felt like her heart scraped across her ribs.

"Listen up. We want to make a wager," the guy with bright red hair said.

The other guy with black, long hair looked amused as if he found everything funny. How could anyone human do this? She didn't understand how someone could be so inhumane.

"It's easy really. We will let you live if you eat your father's dick." The two men roared with laughter. "You know what, since you thought you were so clever killing our boy, you'll have to eat your mother's vagina as well."

She froze. Allison wanted to say something but couldn't. Her hands trembled in their bindings. A growing sense of dread filled the pit of her stomach. They were going to make her eat her parents?

This couldn't be happening.

Oh but it was. They kicked her dad's body over and tore his black slacks. The man took his knife from his pant pocket and flipped it open. Stabbing where his underwear was, he turned around and looked straight into her eyes.

"Remember this," the red haired man said with a smirk, before grabbing her father's penis through his underwear. "Pretty good size." The other man chuckled. She dug her fingernails into her palm. Her heart sped up.

Why was this happening?

With one swoop, the man cut off the penis. Just cut it off. She sat, vision blurry from tears, her chest burning from the lack of air, dumbfounded; her fear intense. The men announced that they were going to do it, but it didn't seem real. Everything seemed like a nightmare.

It wasn't. That much was clear as they cut off her hand bindings and handed her her father's cock.

"Bon appetite."

The two men looked at her with vicious amusement twinkling in their eyes. She didn't want to do it, but they would kill her if she disobeyed. She didn't want her parents death to be for nothing. She couldn't just die like this.

She took the first bite reluctantly and then, promptly started to gag. She tried to force it down, but it was too thick and tasted horribly. She couldn't do it. Hysteria clawed its way into her. She would die like this; her father's dick lodged into her throat and pathetic. Her hyperventilating coupled with the cock made her gag loudly. It only took five seconds before the man got sick of it.

"Did we not tell you to shut the fuck up!"

His foot came like a bullet and the kick left behind a sharp pain: it hurt so badly. Blood pooled around her until she was nothing more than crimson shit because that's what she was: a piece of shit.

Allison welcomed the darkness like an old friend.

She didn't wake up but merely, came into existence once more. Allison was in the house, only now, the horrors were washed away. It was a lie, but comforting all the same. She felt calm. Way too calm.

Where was she? Was this the afterlife? Maybe her parents were wrong. Maybe there was hope, and they wouldn't be written out of existence.

"How nice of you to join me." The scene wavered and then, she was on the beach. The moon was full and high, and the waves licked her ankles. She buried her toes in the sand before turning around.

Erica? It must be. The voice came from that woman. The demon was taller than she expected with long blonde hair and a smug smirk stretched on her lips.

"I guess you should've taken me on my deal, huh?" Erica tapped her cheek. "They really did a number on you. Eating your own father's cock? Very creative for a bunch of humans."

Allison didn't reply as she tried to forget those events and wipe them from her mind. The beach did nothing to soothe her turbulent emotions; the calm now lifted and her control slipping, bile rose to her throat as her breathing picked up.

"Oh come on. Don't start." Erica touched Allison's forehead and she felt a calmness settle and panic ebb away.

"Now that you're calm, I'll offer to help you once more."

"Help me with what? I'm dead. This is the afterlife, right?"

"Not at all."

"What is it then?" Erica put her hands behind her back before leaving her spot to walk around in the sand.

"The real question is what it isn't. But I suppose we should talk about your situation. You're about to die. And pretty soon might I add. You can make a deal with me or follow your parents to purgatory."

"A deal?" Even with the spell of calm, Allison felt her throat grow tight. She forced her gaze to the sand. "What do you want that I have? I have nothing." Her voice hitched. "Not anymore..."

"Oh but that's where you're wrong, dear. But let's not dwell on that thought, let's talk about if you're willing to make a deal with me."

Allison was conflicted. Her parents have always warned her to never trust a demon. But then again, demons never broke into their house. The demons didn't do anything to them. And yet, their ominous warning echoed in her mind.

But what did they know? They were a pair of corpses and she wasn't. If she made a deal with Erica, she could avenge them.

"Tick tock time's almost up."

"Yes," she whispered, feeling lost. She knew what her parents would want and yet, she simply could not do it.

"Sorry I couldn't hear you." Erica cupped her ear mockingly.

Allison huffed. "I said yes!"

Erica's smile turned devious. "The next part will be easy. All you have to do is kill those men..."

"But-" She tried to say more, but she was cut off. Allison screamed. It hurt, everything hurt. It went beyond normal pain and exceeded on a spiritual level.

It was too much. She fell into darkness once more.

She woke up to the sound of rancorous laughter. Contrary to how she blacked out, she didn't feel pain. She felt different, sure, but she still felt like a mock version of herself. Like fog covered her brain. And it made her feel all the more powerful.

It raced in her veins; the urge to kill thrummed underneath her skin. Allison felt alive and if that wasn't enough fodder to feed her manic smile, the men looked happy. As if they won.

Allison would destroy those smiles and love everything minute of it.

She snapped the rope tying her feet not bothering to be quiet about it. It came as no surprise that their festivities were cut short.

"You didn't die?"

Her answer was to smirk all the wider. What would she do with them? She wanted to make them suffer just as they made her and her family suffer, and it would be paid back tenfold.

She didn't think about it; it just came to her in a rush. Her power was like black ick in energy form and it gathered until she pointed at the men and it surged towards them. When it hit them, their screams filled the house as they convulsed on the floor. It sounded inhuman, and she hoped whatever her power was doing to them made them hurt in the same inhuman way they had made her feel.

She walked slowly to them; their screams egging her on to further the torture. It wasn't enough.

She stomped on one man's face and his bug eyes bothered her. They could see and her parents couldn't. She needed to kill. She needed to leave nothing but darkness in their world. Making it easy for them would be merciful. Allison held her head between her shaking hands.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

The mantra filled her thoughts until she couldn't think about anything but. An unknown energy and instinct surged within her, demanding that she feed and give the men tortuous darkness.

They were still screaming hoarsely when she dropped to her knees, straddling the first man before she kissed him with hunger. She needed this. She needed to kill him and this energy inside him. He continued to scream until she sucked him dry, until she had all of his energy, but she was still ravenous. She needed more.

Allison moved on to the next guy, and he tasted even better. She wanted everything. She wanted to completely devour and destroy everything about these men. But they weren't enough, she soon realized. She needed more.

"That's enough, dear."

Allison disregarded the voice and stood up, looking for something else that could soothe that unfathomable hunger.

"I guess we'll have to start those lessons early. Can't have someone I turned out of control."

Allison froze as Erica walked slowly to her. Try as she might to move, she couldn't for some reason. She needed to go. She needed to ingest. Erica smirked.

"Sleep."

And sleep she did.