Page 11 of Hallow’s Eve

Before words can form from my brothers, I’m yanking the door open, racing to the front room where we left her. To my horror, it’s empty. Not a trace of her remains in the abandoned room. I’ve never felt fear before, but it rattles me deep to my core.

Haven’t we shown her that we weren’t here to harm her? Was our touch, our worship and truth we offered, not enough to stay? No, even though her heart and soul knows we’re her chosen, her brain views us as nothing but monsters. She’s not fully wrong, though. We would tear flesh apart as blood splatters everywhere and smile with a full, devious grin. We were made to destroy everything in our wake and haunt the humans' deepest nightmares.

But with her, the only damage we want to inflict is to tear up that sweet pussy and bathe in her scent. The only type of screaming that would leave those beautiful, flushed lips is our names as we push her to an orgasm over and over again. Once her body goes limp, we’ll continue to feast, pushing her to another until her body is trembling with her final orgasm.

“Check the bathroom and every crevice of this house,” I bark at the twins as I flip the wooden table, causing it to shatter from the impact.

Swinging closet doors open, I’m met with emptiness. The feeling of dread climbs in my chest as we come up empty. I know she’s not here but I had hope that maybe she wasn’t stupid enough to leave. The warning of the wolves should have been enough to tell me that they’re tailing her. Maybe, just maybe, she didn’t run and the son-of-bitches got through our barrier and took her from under our noses.

Within seconds, the twins return to the front room with blazing eyes. They’re ready for a hunt but, more importantly, they’re ready to feast on the enemies’ insides. They’re craving a kill and if I’m being honest, so am I.

“How the fuck did she get away without us hearing her? Our Little Witch has a death sentence,” Kallen snarls as his fist shoots out towards the wall, causing a gaping hole in its wake.

We’ve wasted enough time and we can’t stand here with a thumb up our asses. I yank the weathered door, causing it to fly off the hinges and step out into the now chilled air. The mist thickens at the treeline and an eerie feeling fills the air.

“WHERE IS SHE? BROOKLYN!” I roar, causing every critter to go absolutely silent. I use the moment to see if I can catch any twig snapping or a hitch of her breath.

Howls break the silence and everything goes to chaos. Thunder cracks again and the smell of sulfur fills my senses, signaling me that a Hellbound is on the move.

Before I can blink, our bodies cloak in a dark cloud and we are moving into the forest line. Each twin goes opposite directions to cover the ground faster and I head north following the scent. Wolves whimper and move out of my way as I pass by them. My eyes scan every inch looking for blonde strands that would whip in the heavy wind.

The scent begins to fade as if there’s a cloaking spell covering their tracks. They’re getting smarter but they can’t hide forever. A scream pierces through the forest causing me to halt as my eyes and ears track the location. The scream comes again and this time, it’s full of pain and the smell of death fills the air.

I spin around, trying to track the soundwaves from which direction it had come from, but there’s something blocking me from trying to pinpoint where. Making an impulse decision, I break east towards the direction one of the twins went.

I’m not a praying kind of man, hell, whatever god up there would laugh and smite my ass, but I’m hoping my brothers heard what I did and can get to her before it’s too late. Like clockwork, a dark cloud settles at my side and I lock eye contact with Kallen. We don’t say a word as we pick up speed before the vibrations disappear.

We stop abruptly, almost running into Bryden’s back on the outskirts of the clearing where we first made contact with her. The smell of her blood fills the area that makes my insides run icy. Bryden’s head lifts in the air and follows a scent he had captured from the air to his left and drops down to the ground. His fingers run over the terrain and lifts the substance that coats them to his nose.

“I’ll kill every last one of these motherfuckers. Claw marks and blood over here.” His nose flares.

We move quickly to his side and scan the area for a trail they may have left. They’re known to be sloppy which may come in handy in this instance. Kallen turns his head and disappears, and reappears next to a tree. More blood coats the trunk and the ground below it.

Little droplets lead past the tree giving us the clue we need to find what is ours.

“Come out, come out, where ever you are, fuckers,” Kallen sings loud enough to carry in the wind.

“Let’s hunt boys. I’m thirsty for some tainted blood,” I snarl.

We follow the trail, keeping our eyes open for any traps. We need to be quick but we also don’t want them moving deep into their caves at any indication that we’re near. Those caves are forbidden and not even we can enter. If they brought her there, she’s as good as dead. I’ll destroy this fucking world and everyone innocent residing in it. I don’t give a fuck.

Movement catches my attention and I pivot to the left. Three Hellbounds step out of the shadows flanking us, causing us to come to a screeching halt. Their long, black talons extend from below the sleeves of their cloak and they pull their hoods from their faces. Their horns gleam in the moon light and their mouths pull back exposing sharp, pointed teeth.

“You seem lost,” the one in the middle mocks. “The clock is ticking. You’ll never make it in time.”

“Where the fuck is she? You have two seconds before I rip you to shreds.” I advance slowly with measured steps.

My brothers follow my lead as we begin to circle them, taunting our prey. We have them in a tight circle, causing them to back into each other but that’s the only hint of fear they give us. We feed off fear, and they know it. They have balls but they’re no match to us.

“This female seems important to you. You know better than to get attached to pets. They’re temporary, but this one doesn’t belong to you. You’re too late. Her soul is being devoured as we speak.” His laugh is sinister and haunting.

Red clouds my vision, but before I can launch towards them, Kallen dives forward and claws eject out of his hands as he tears the creature to pieces. The other two go to attack him for killing their brother, but they don’t make it a step before Bryden and I are on them. My teeth latch onto their necks and rip them to shreds before they can defend themselves. Black blood oozes from my mouth, coating the front of my shirt.

Wolves howl and the beat of paws pound into the earth. A pack stops, lifting their muzzles in the air and they take off as if they’re trying to lead us to our girl. An ear-piercing scream echoes from the direction they’re headed.

Brooklyn…

Chapter eight