PART 3
I don't know where I am, I don't know if reality exists, I may be in a dream, all I know is that I'm in pain and I'm going to die
Maria Adams was in hell. But vowed she would escape.
At least that how she thought of it, presided over by a demon, hung with silent screaming souls, cruel torture, what else could it be but hell?
Maybe Xibalba, she thought wildly, it's cold, there's even a bat demon. She remembered the story from her childhood. There was a river of blood and of pus, houses of pain.
She felt her muscles cramp as she shimmied up the drain pipe. Her hands and feet made loud echoing noises against the metal. She had to hurry.
He never left her alone for too long, he came to check on her constantly, sniffing and licking her like some travesty of a pet dog. When she got out of this hell she would run, escape. Her muscles screamed as she moved with tear-inducing difficulty. She heard a chuckle, Maria jerked her head up.
Her captor had returned.
The girl dropped instantly crying, terrified. Her mind raced wildly as she scrabbled away, trying to remember anything useful, anything that would allow her to fight or escape or at least resist. Hell, Xibalba, the Creeper…
He shoved himself down the pipe, she could hear him. Maria screamed involuntarily again as she ran blindly, there had to be another way out, but of course he was far too fast. Instinctively she ducked and tried to defend herself. He grabbed her, uncurling her body as easily as she could peel a banana. She continued to cry then began striking him pointlessly.
Ignoring her aggression he lifted her up and brought her close. His nose confirmed what common sense told him, she was afraid. It confused him and caused his some distress, he couldn't understand it, but he shrugged off her actions and pushed her down onto the table.
Now screaming and thrashing his new woman needed to be restrained.
He quickly snapped the well-oiled chains in place. Maria couldn't struggle but she could cry, which she did abundantly in fear and self pity.
The monster of course had no compassion, he could project himself into other minds only as far as his nature would allow, he could guess what people were going to do in order to better catch and eat them. Empathy even as a concept was far beyond his mind.
Still he leaned over her and tried to remove the tears by licking them off. However he soon became frustrated at the Sisyphean task. As soon as he licked away her tears fresh ones appeared. And his undertaking to remove any signs of distress only upset her further.
Trying a different approach he leaned forward and wiped her face with his forearm. She can smell his earthy scent and moldy coat, she twisted away. He held her head still and wiped/ smeared the tears away.
He doesn't want me to cry? Maria thought with confused outrage. She didn't want him to keep rubbing her face but how could she not cry?
Still she forced the tears to stop, however sometimes they leaked through. She felt him adjust himself on top of her; he sniffed the air over her. She dared to look at his face. For a moment Maria thought he had gone insane, his eyes were wide almost rolling, his mouth hung open and sucked in air, madness, seizure the young woman thought, unable to adequately explain such passion. She never saw it before in her short life.
She suppressed her tears but let out a low fearful moan. The demon was ecstatic as he let out a small shriek and pulled off his trousers, the girl caught sight of his favorite implement of torture. Please God nooo.
She bit her lips and turned her head trying to hide her shame. How could this possibly happen she thought? She had no idea of this before…
He sniffed the air loudly and promptly lunged, plunging himself into her.
She let out a wailing cry and shut her eyes. It wasn't as bad as the first time, but God was it tight, the demon began his thrusts, slowly.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to open her eyes. Some more tears escaped, try to be brave it hurt, a little.
What was far worse was his face; it was so terrible, never having seen anything like it. Bewildered, the girl placed his emotion as hatred. His eyes were glaring down at her. She whimpered and tried to press herself into the table.
He sighed/screeched and closed his eyes, still sniffing. He bent his head back and continued to move with ease in his chosen position. She could feel him rubbing against her. Maria blushed in embarrassment, reminded once again of a spot she never before knew existed, and wished she could forget.
His eyes were huge, wide with terrifying lust. He bent over and licked off the sweat that was starting to well up in her skin as well as any remaining tears.
She moaned again as she felt the slimy tongue move over her. Burning was the only word that her confused mind characterized this feeling. A sensation so intense it nearly hurt, but somehow fell just short of actual pain. She felt her muscles clamp down on him, trying to draw him in further.
His closed his eyes as he began to speed up his movements. Maria felt the pressure, the heat inside of her build up. Her body worked faster in rhythm with his. He was smelling her now, over her hair, her face, her heaving breasts, and her skin. She was reminded vaguely of an addict snorting blow. Every tiny puff of air crashed against her, setting her skin on fire. She had never ever felt anything like it. I'm going to burn up! She moaned.
Still the Creeper's frenzy increased. She saw his coat began to shake; his wings were erupting from him, starting to beat the air uncontrollably. His thrusts became so frantic his hat finally toppled off onto the writhing woman below. He began to howl.
For the first time they came together. Maria Adams began screaming, or was the monster screeching again? His wings beat in time with each wave of pleasure. Once again disbelief washed over her, how could such a thing exist? Her face was now washed by the tears of orgasm. What an atrocious blissful feeling this was.
When it finally ended both partners came slowly to themselves again. Maria felt violently shaky, almost ill. She saw was blue-black blood dripping from the beast's mouth, but was far too gone to register that fact and become afraid. he was leaning forward...
She closed her eyes as his forehead touched hers. She began to feel disturbed again as he pressed his face against her, nuzzling. However she was far too winded to protest. Her breath still came out in shallow gasps.
When she foolishly opened her eyes and looked into his she winced and turned her head. The woman wondered what she had ever done to this monster to offend it so badly; she wondered why it looked at her with eyes wide with such hatred.
When he finally got up she realized his claws were digging into her skin. She flinched when they jerked out but sighed in relief as his weight lifted from her body. The monster began to walk away. She let out a small sound, just to get his attention. She was still stuck on the table. She started struggling out of the chains.
The Creeper stopped, turned around and slowly walked back. Maria felt a thrill of fear but did not regret her actions. He also released her when he was done. The girl desperately tried to get up. The monster reached her table, picked up his fallen Stetson hat then put it on with a roguish wink at the girl.
Maria stopped struggling, miserable.
Just another day in hell.
Meanwhile
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."
The two women clasped hands and circled each other, happily swaying to the music.
"I said, Papa was a rolling stone. Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."
"I said, Papa was a rolling stone. Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."
The two belted out the chorus and laughed, delighted with the lyrics. The older moved more awkwardly than her niece, but the copious amounts of scotch seemed to dull any discomfort caused by the dancing.
Mena grinned happily as she removed The Temptations tape, and fished around their motley collection of music. "What next Aunty Hel?" asked this girl.
Helen shrugged and swilled the last of the booze. "Surprise me, just make sure it goes with the theme of our little celebration." The girl nodded and continued to fish around, grinning mischievously when she pulled out a worn CD and popped it in. "Oh you'll love this."
Helen set down the bottle in anticipation, eagerly waiting for the music, forgetting to be careful what you wish for.
Papa I know you're going to be upset
'Cause I was always your little girl
But you should know by now
I'm not a baby
"Blahhhugh…" Helen sneered in surprise and disgust, while her niece howled at the priceless look on her face.
"Turn that shit off Mena, you wanna torture me?"
Laughing Mena cranked it up and started dancing "She's not that bad, Aunt Hel." The girl countered "Lighten up, broaden your tastes a little" and sang/hummed along:
"Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, oh
I'm gonna keep my baby, mmm..."
Helen gagged in only semi-mock horror and made the sign of the cross over her ward. "Begone demon, leave my niece, spare her soul!" cried the older woman then proceeded to gibber some pretend Latin. At that point both women were laughing hysterically.
"I-hahahaa-I thought it was a-a-a-ahahahaah-appropriate." She grinned and held up a rosary, which Helen realized, was the one from the car; Mena snickered, and fingered the stolen beads. "It seemed only right for our new guest."
Daddy, daddy if you could only see
Just how good he's been treating me
You'd give us your blessing right now
'Cause we are in love, we are in love, so please
Both women laughed again. Mena searched around, "any more booze?" she asked eyeing the empty scotch bottle. Helen shook her head and shut off the annoying song with the end of her cane. "I think you've had enough, if you're starting to like this crap." Mena opened her mouth, possibly to argue some more but a loud rumble announced a new presence.
"Dad's home!" Mena cried, Helen laughed gently again as Mena bounded with excitement towards the incoming monster.
"Hey Papa" Helen growled as she limped over afterwards. "Bring anything special home?" The Creeper grinned and raised his eyebrows to the white sheet wrapped body on his shoulder. It squirmed slightly.
"Heh" said Mena, "but when are you gonna bring that other special thing home?" She looked with plain interest behind him, hoping to see the woman there. The Creeper grunted as he heaved the barely alive man onto his desk.
Both women were disappointed, but they merely circled around their lover and inquired. "Do anything else special today?"
The Monster considered, smirked, then pulled out the chalk board and wrote "PLANTED SEEDS"
Mena looked puzzled, Helen burst into laughter
"What's so funny?" demanded the girl, her aunt whispered in her ear.
"oh, heh heh heh." She snickered and shook her head. She loved the monsters way with words.
The Creeper wiped his previous message clean and wrote a new one "HEARD MUSIC, PLAY MORE." Mena laughed again, "See! He liked it!"
Helen rolled her eyes, "We are not listening to that song again!' "Okay, okay" Mena agreed, "sheesh."
"Make sure it goes with the theme too!" Helen barked, Mena began listing out choices: "Cats in the Cradle?"
"Pass" replied Helen.
"ummm Father & Son-Cat Stevens", the older woman imitated gagging.
"Oookay, how 'bout, lemme see-ah!" She held up a case. "I don't think our friend would object to some Queen." The girl popped it in.
a word in your ear, from father to son
hear the words that I say
I fought with you, fought on your side
long before you were born
joyful the sound, the word goes around
from father to son, to son
Both women hummed or sang as best they could. The Monster swayed slightly in time, looking rather thoughtful as he stuffed liver into his mouth.
kings will be crowned, the word goes around
from father to son, to son
and the voice is so clear, time after time it leaps
calling you, calling you on
don't destroy what you see, your country to be
just keep on building on the ground that's been won
The Creeper finished eating very quickly. The song wound down. Helen began yawning slightly.
joyful the sound, the word goes around
from father to son, to son...
Helen was thinking, thinking of the future, the woman she saw. She was thinking about sleep.
Then she felt the breath near her shoulder. Mena eyes widen as she looked past her aunt.
Sleep, what sleep? She chuckled to herself, and allowed herself to be fondled by her unusual lover, sighing in deep happiness. Mena smiled slightly to herself, happy for her aunt but a little annoyed that she was now expected to make herself scarce for a while. She got up stretched and walked casually passed the laughing couple.
Or tried to. A rough hand yanked her to the ground and dragged her over.
"Where you going?" rumbled the voice in her ear. Mena shivered and grinned.
Later
Helen woke up late, or early, depending on how you looked at it. She yawned stretched and hauled herself up from beside her sleeping niece.
I wonder where he is ? She grabbed her cane and limped outside.
The moon was astonishingly bright, despite the fact that it was waning. She loved the country night, no light pollution. Just the moon, stars and milky river across the sky.
She sat, simply observing, until she felt her friend behind her. "Hey." She greeted and patted the ground beside her.
The creature squatted down next to her but said nothing. Helen didn't care she just enjoyed his company. They both observed the moon, finally her friend commented. "Going."
Helen was nonplussed, "pardon?" she asked.
The Creeper pointed to the moon, then made a motion with his hand, indicating it's eminent disappearance.
"Ahhh," said Helen nodding, the slight worry over his comment fading.
The Creeper observed the moon again for a few minutes then wrote, "USED TO BE BIGGER-LONG TIME AGO" Helen smiled, and replied, "You must have seen its cycle more than a thousand times."
She saw a flash of teeth in the dark, he wiped the slate clean and wrote "WHEN IT SHINES I AWAKE" "Yes" agreed Helen, almost squirming with pleasure, "but now you don't have to sleep, because of the baby, because of her." The Creeper grinned again, but with a hint of lasciviousness in it.
Helen sighed in bliss, more time with the Monster, exactly what she wished for. She wondered what a baby monster would be like. She already loved the sound of it. One thing was bothering her though, Mena too.
"When do we get to see her?" she asked. The Creeper blinked. "Already saw." He answered.
Helen sighed, "Nooo I mean when do we get to meet her? When do we get to talk to her, when will you bring her over?"
The Creeper said nothing for a long time. Helen began to feel a slight disquiet, coupled with more curiosity. Finally she heard the scratching of chalk:
"CRIES"
Helen was astounded, "you-you mean she cries, with actual tears, like boo-hoo, whiny crying?" The Creeper nodded then wrote "TRIED TO RUN TO DAY" Helen became indignant. "What an idiot then, to run from a sexy beast like you!"
He leered, but quickly wrote (Helen could sense his anxiety) "CRIES, DOES NOT EAT, RUNS" He paused then concluded "LITTLE WILD HUMAN"
Helen laughed at that. "Well that settles it, I'd love to meet this wild human, bring her over! As soon as possible." But she sensed apprehension again.
"What? You're afraid this wild woman would attack us or somethin'?" she asked half jokingly. She eyed the monster steadily trying to gauge his reactions.
He paused, somewhat uncertain; he picked up his chalk but wrote nothing. He seemed-hesitant, almost like he didn't want to be rude.
It dawned on Helen, "Ah-aaahhh, you're afraid we'll, attack her!" The monster smiled slightly, and tilted his head back and forth.
"Well don't worry, I know better than that, I just want to meet her, we can have some heart to heart girl talk." The monster looked anxious, and then Helen realized what she had just said. "I don't mean I'll rip out her heart or anything!" She assured, "I just want to talk to her. You know what? Bring her over to my house that might make it easier on her." The Creeper nodded then turned his eyes towards the Catacombs, and her? Helen caught his meaning, "don't worry about Mena, she's mannered, when she wants to be, I'll keep her on a leash." Helen winked.
The monster smiled slowly, "Next day." He promised.
"Next day." Helen agreed. Mena would be happy, and she would love to meet the wild human who was foolish enough to try and leave her demonic lover, not that Helen believed she would ever get far. She playfully poked the Creeper, thanking him for agreeing to her request. He nipped at her ear.
The couple later watched the sun rise.
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A/N: Hooray! My childish demand for reviews has paid off. Gore (violence not the ex vice president) will come I promise, but not for a little while longer.
The machete handle picture will be available upon review request.
Also Elsa Daniels will not be appearing, as I much as I loved her. Maybe she went out and got drunk with Reverend Henry.
