It's been a week since the creature came into my den and took her rest. A week since I came to terms with my odd behavior towards the female. I have not moved once from this alcove. The over-protectiveness I feel in regards to leaving my potential mate unprotected is overwhelming and distressing. The thought of leaving her behind triggers a growl to leave my chest and my arms to pull her closer to me.
She has not moved a muscle since her self-induced sleep. Since she has been asleep I kept my eyes on our surroundings in case of a prowler. I could not say the same for the rest of my body though. My hands memorized every curve her body has to offer. They discovered the different textures that run along her skin. My fingers threaded throughout her silky mane of hair. I felt a few braids within its mass.
While keeping a look out I lower my head close to her neck and breathe in her delicious scent. Briefly my eyes close savoring her unique aroma. Her scent has changed within the last few days. When she first appeared, her scent was mouth-watering and I was immediately enthralled by it. Now that I have been enclosed with her scent for a week, drool is constantly pouring from my mouth. The urge to bite has become unbearable.
I will have to start hunting soon. If I keep delaying I will not have enough food for hibernation and then my sleep will be short leaving me irritated. Hunting will also keep my mind off of biting into her supple flesh. The urge to claim her grows every day. With a growl I look at the surrounding memorabilia, seeing nothing but broken toys and random junk. I slowly stand up and gently place her in the vacated alcove. With a whine I turn and walk towards the tunnel that runs to the edge of Derry.
I step outside of the sewer tunnels and head for the Barrens. Along the way I hear a group of bullies harassing their victim. As I near the kissing bridge and see three individuals beating another to a pulp. Getting tired of their abuse towards their target, the three kids throw the beaten flesh over the side of the bridge. I watch the body roll down the hill and practically land at my feet.
The beaten youth wore a hat that said 'I Love Derry.' I can feel the fear and pain poring off him making my mouth fill with drool and teeth. I can't contain my hunger anymore as I approach the boy. When I reach his side I begin tearing into his flesh. He screams in pain and starts clawing at the ground to get away. I crawl on top of his body to prevent him from moving and start shoving bits of his body into my mouth.
He looks down at his body as I keep gorging myself. I watch as his eyes land on me and his eyes widens impossibly large as his fear spikes making me even hungrier. I raise my head slightly up giving him a bloody grin. I reach into his abdomen and pull out a bit of intestines and bite into it as he watches. I watch as his eyes roll up into the back of his head and his body turns slack as he passes out.
I let out a giggle and continue on with my feasting. If I plan to spend more time with the female I will need to eat more than I normally would to keep up my strength. After eating the intestine I start eating some of the muscle on his chest and upper arms. When I reach his neck I feel my stomach starting to extend with the extra weight. Finally after devouring most of his chest, an arm, a leg and the majority of his organs I cannot eat anymore.
Grabbing the 'I Love Derry' hat I slowly stand up holding onto the sides of my overextended belly and walk back to the sewer entrance. As I'm making my way through the tunnels my mind keeps going back to the female. Questions keep coming to the forefront. Who is she? What is she? Where does she come from? Why is she here? Is she mated? If not, how does one go about the process of mating? What rituals must I abide by? Am I a suitable mate for one such as her?
The questions are becoming endless. I shake my head of such nonsense and continue down the tunnel. As I reach the door to the main chamber I see a bright light blue light peaking from the cracks. I peer inside the crack looking for possible intruders. I see the light coming from the direction where I left the female. I hurriedly throw the door open and rush to her side. What greets my vision absolutely terrifies me.
I step away in fright grasping my chest as my breathing comes in short supply. I trip over the memorabilia falling on my back. I scramble backwards trying to get far away from that creature as possible. My body trembles as my back hits the cistern walls. Never before had I felt such fear in all my existence. I have only heard myths of such a creature, no proof that they ever existed. That was until now.
From the memories from the Turtle, what I know about this creature is minimal at best. Through the memories all I could see was a figure made of bright pale blue light, like a millions of stars clustered together. The power this creature wielded surpasses any other, and is absolute. I know that 'The 12 Guardians' wished to harness and control the being so they stole the creatures most cherished object. Without this object the being simply vanished.
The Guardians believed the creature to have faded and eventually died. Thus they divided up the dimensions among themselves and forged them into what they are today. The creature is here in my den and I fear what that means for me.
I begin to growl and snarl, drool dripping down my chin. My limbs extend ripping the flesh trying to find a form best suited for protection. In my struggle I notice that the bright light begins to flicker and then the creature lets out blood curdling screams. They are so pain filled it sends shivers down my form and my chest beings to ache. Unable to contain myself I run back over to the creature. The sight of her form leaves me breathless.
Her skin is very pale with almost a light blueish tint. There are markings on her skin that send out small pulses of light. She has small bands of metal around each wrist and ankle. Her hair is completely white. Her lips are full and the color of garnet. Her nose is small and appealing. Her ears are unique to say the least. They are elflike. Average size and the tips have extreme points to them, extending out about 3 inches from her head. Her eyes are the palest blue I've ever seen. She is beautiful without a doubt.
Her body looks to be going through a seizure. The marking on her forehead is constantly glowing brighter. Her body is burning up, steam is rising from her. I grab her body up and pull her to my chest. I begin to rock her back and forth cooing trying to get her to calm down. I bring my forehead down to touch hers hoping it would cool her somewhat. When our skin touched my mind was sucked through a brightly colored vortex.
At the end of the vortex I am standing in the vastness of space.