Talent Slither

Turning {Part 1}

By Slither | 2008

I shouldn't have popped that second lude, she thinks to herself as she comes to in darkness that was suffocating. The last thing that she can recall was hanging out in the parking lot of her apartment complex with a group of her friends, and all of them were popping ludes and jammin' to music. Laughter, flirting and getting high were the order of the night among the teens.

As she slowly tries to come to a sitting position, she realizes three things. She's still very high from the lude, and she can smell a heavy copper scent in the air, but worst of all, she can hear breathing besides her own. A slurping sound. Freezing like a deer in headlights in the pure darkness, she tries to pinpoint where the sound is coming from.

A hand with nails curved and sharp grasps her throat from behind and lifts her off of the floor easily as if she weighed no more than a sheet of paper. Paralyzing fear keeps her from making a sound when she opens her mouth to scream. What is this creature that has her in its hold?! Its other hand comes around to carress her with its nails softly as it whispers in her ear, " Life or death? What will it be? I can give you both." Licking her neck as if tasting her scent, the purr he makes vibrates through her body.

"What will you have?" Scraping her skin with fangs sharp, she is petrified. How can she speak with this lump of fear the size of an orange stuck in her throat? Feeling like she is ready to hurl her guts. Her gut tight.

"What will it be, my pet?" He asks again.

When no answer is forthcoming from her, he makes the decision for her. She feels her skin pierced with what felt like two especially sharp icepicks. Pain comes in waves. Excruciating. She can feel the blood being sucked through her body like a vacum. She tries to struggle, but it's no use, as he has in an iron grip. I don't want to die, she thinks. Especially not like this, from some creature out of a movie that's not supposed to exist.

As she feels her life drain away, he lifts his head, says to her, " Life or death?" "Life" she croaks out. Laughing softly, he bends his head to lick her lips. Tasting her own blood on her mouth left behind from his, she knows that she is dying.

She feels skin at her lips, wetness dribling slowly across her mouth. He says, " Open up and I will give you my life." Balking at not knowing what he is offering her, as they are still engulfed in complete darkness. Smelling copper and rust under her nose, she has an inkling. Blood. His. Thinking fast on that thought, this can't be real. I'm high as fuck, and I'm dreaming. Yeah, thats it. Relaxing, she opens her mouth. Smearing his blood across her tongue, tasting, swallowing.

Feeling starts to spread through her, tingling, swift and fiery. Oh so thirsty all of a sudden. Hungry. For more.