I jerked around and there he stood, wrapped in his leather duster and boots looking like an old western gunslinger. His dark leather hat was tipped down, hiding his face but as I looked at him he raised his head slowly.
Two red glowing eyes burned into my soul and the white noise filled my head, overflowing. Nausea squirmed like I had bugs in my gut and I gagged. My head swam, the world spinning.
Then everything went black.
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Fuck, she passed out. I grunted in annoyance as I stomped towards her, bending down and rolling her so that her face wasn’t in the dirt. Her breasts were barely contained by the clothing she had on. Her legs were entirely bare.
I swept my hand down her cheek, feeling how soft she was. My eyes dipped back to her chest and I reached towards her ample breasts, excited to see how they felt gripped in my hand. I hadn’t had a woman in… well, trying to figure it out was depressing.
An explosion of pain rattled my cheek and suddenly I was face down in the dirt, pulling myself up on my hands while I shook my head out, trying to get rid of the ringing. My head craned to the side and anger washed over me as her fuck boy stood there in front of her like her white knight. White knight my ass. I was the one who just saved her, not that she knew that.
“What did you fucking do to her?” He snarled and I sighed, getting up on my feet and taking the time to brush off my clothes. “Answer me you creepy fuck!” He shouted.
Well, if he insisted. I spoke into his head and he clutched the sides of his skull and screamed. A muted laugh rolled over me as he fell to his knees, snarling.
Before he got back up he slid over to the girl, bending over her.
“Ava. Ava, are you okay?” He swept the hair from her face and she sighed in content but didn’t wake up. So, Ava was her name… He shot a glare over his shoulder at me and I squinted, trying to get a good look at his eyes. They looked different now.
I jerked back in shock as he leapt at me. His body rippled and his appearance changed before he crashed into me, taking me down. I gripped his shoulders, trying to hold him back as he attempted to bite my face off. His mouth was filled with needlepoint teeth.
Well, fuck me. One of his hands swiped out and he slashed at my face. I hissed in pain as I felt claws damage me. I jerked my knee up and he grunted as I smashed his balls. Then I kicked him off me as he was momentarily weakened.
“Fuck!” He spat out, gripping himself between the legs as I scrambled up and pulled out my gun. I kicked dirt at his face for good measure and he sucked in a breath, slamming his eyes shut.
He’d need to learn that I played dirty. One didn’t survive all this time in the human world without being a sly sonofabitch. By the time he looked back up, I had the long barrel of a .44 magnum aimed at his temple.Feeling lucky, punk?
“What kind of monster needs a gun?” He said in disgust, eyes red in irritation. I snorted in amusement then talked to him again, making him yell and grab his head as he fell to the ground.
“Fuck you!” He snarled. Ah, he must have actually understood me that time. The sound of a broken twig had us both snapping our gazes to the girl, Ava, who was staring at us. Her eyes looked glassy and unfocused as if she wasn’t really awake.
Needle-teeth jerked his face away from her, hiding himself behind his hair. Didn’t matter, she’d already passed out again. I sighed and he looked back around tentatively then frowned at her slumped body.
“Do you ever talk?” He huffed out then held his hand up swiftly. ”Nevermind.” I stood there, holding my gun towards his head. He sat there, glaring at me. A moment later his skin rippled and he looked human again. I tilted my head to the side. When did monsters start coming in pretty boy models?
Whatever the case, I didn’t like shapeshifting monsters. They were always the most conniving type of beasts. There was something vulpine about their fake human face that made me feel icky.
“Let me guess, you like Ava,” he said.
I shrugged.
“Bullshit,” he snorted, shaking his head. Well, he had me there. The girl practically glowed. She’d called out to me, though I wasn’t sure how. Her mind had drawn me in over miles, pulling me in as if she’d hooked her finger into my cheek and tugged.
The next thing I knew I had been standing in that nearby campground. The damned campground, where the hunters plucked their victims from. And there she had been, her skin appearing golden with a subdued glow. My eyes could see things other creatures couldn’t. What I'd seen from her was something beautiful. She was like a lily in bloom, stamen weighted down heavy with ample pollen.
The antennae on my head twitched under my hat as I thought about it. She was special.
Not to mention, I hadn’t had pussy in centuries. Right now her tits were still spilling from her top and her ass was barely contained. I wanted her bouncing up and down in my lap as soon as possible. I could imagine her tits heaving up and down and me burying my face in them while I gripped her round ass, helping her up and down.Giddy up, girly.
“She attracts things. Ghosts, monsters…” he trailed off and I flipped my duster open and shoved the gun back in its holster.
“Run along, boy,” I signed with my hands. He just looked at me in confusion. I started to talk to him again in my voice.
“Stop! Shit!” He yelled out, wincing.
“What are you? Mothman?” He asked and I shrugged but then nodded. I’d gone by more than one name. The humans used to call me the God of the Appalachia. They used to worship me, erecting totems that had decayed away with time. Humans were like that too, coming and going. Living and dying. Rising and falling.
