Short Stories

She reaches forward, towards the man before her, her long fingers stretching out. The man stares up at her, fear etched onto his face, I sight that anyone would get a feeling of uneasiness from.

The man cowers away, his eyes wet with tears, his life flashing before his eyes, knowing he won’t be breathing much longer. He thinks back on his regrets, all the things he wishes he told his wife and kids but will never have the chance.

The woman looms over his trembling body, her body stretching in ways that humans aren’t supposed to stretch.

The man’s mouth opens and closes soundlessly as if trying to plead for his life but knows it’s useless to beg.

The girl takes a few strong steps forward, watching her prey fumble under her. She pulls herself closer, eager to devour but knows she has to be patient; and patient she is.

It doesn’t take long until he goes still; meaning that he won’t make a sound.

The thing that is supposed to be a woman bends down until her great gaping maw is in front of the unconscious man’s face.

The creature sniffs with the nostrils it doesn’t have, looking her meal up and down with eyes that are non-existent.

The beast unhinges its jaw like a snake as it goes down. She takes the man in her mouth, his whole body, swallowing the man whole.

She really never cared who she devoured but she did prefer the men who would crumble in fear at the sight of her true form. Yes, they tasted like absolute ass but to her, it’s the reaction that’s all that matters.

She quickly shrinks back down to her original size; one much more… human… undetectable. A form where no one would notice what she was. But someone already saw.

She turns around and stood in the way of the alleyway exit, was another man, but this one didn’t falter into horror at the sight of her feeding. Instead he just stands there, no fear whatsoever on his face. His dark eyes narrow at the lady.

Recognizing the man, the woman grins flashing sharp pointed pearl white teeth to the opponent.

Neither one says anything; narrow eyes and a bright smile, both filled with an overwhelming sense of darkness. And yet, neither falter.

It’s the man who speaks first: “Henttreon.” His voice is low and threatening. He spats, spitting on the ground by his feet.

Her smile widens. “Hello Fupoin.” She replies mockingly, using a name that the other hasn’t heard in a long time. The one that gets under his skin.

“You aren’t supposed to be here.” He growls, grinding his teeth together. Henttreon shrugs, reaching up to brush some dirt off the front of her blazer with perfectly manicured finger tips. The man, who’s name is Fupoin, huffs with frustration, not liking how non chalont this woman is.

“No one else was hunting here.” She replies, flashing her teeth again. Fupoin’s scowl deepens. He hates this girl, almost everyone does. She’s an encroacher, always getting up into everyone else’s grounds. But unfortunately, nothing can be done about it because, well, she’s powerful… too powerful.

“Leave.” He commands. “You know this is my territory.” He tries again. Knowing the kind of reputation she has, Henttreon brushes it off. She knows they won’t try to attack. They know they can’t win. And they know that she will let them live. She knows the commotion a fight would cause and it’s worse to have human witnesses than death.

She knows it all too well.

“Shouldn’t you be at home with lovely lovely Angel?” Henttreon asks, trying to get a bigger reaction from the other. It works. His eye twitches, the white part filling in with a chilling black, his teeth turning into sharp points, a black liquid coating them.

“Don’t you bring my wife into this.” He spats back, taking a step forward. Henttreon smirks, knowing she hit a nerve. Angel, his wife. The poor woman; marrying a monster and having no idea what he truly is. It’s intriguing to Henttreon.

“Leave. I never want to see your face here again.” Fupoin snaps, turning and without another word, looking down the street and hurrying off.

Henttreon smiles darkly, her claws extending as she skitters up the edge of a building, making her way to find another meal.

Fupoin’s house is dark except for the light on in the bedroom. He slips in, glancing in the mirror quickly, making sure the darkness from his eyes is gone and he looks entirely human… almost.

Inside his shared bedroom, his wife sits on the bed, her legs stretched out and crossed down at her ankles. She looks up as her husband approaches. Angel smiles, happy to see the man she only knows as Josey.

Josey, or Fupoin, kisses his human wife on the lips, a soft thing, a direct contrast to his usual attitude. With others he’s cold and distant and irritable. But here, with her, he’s calm, happy and completely forgets about his encounter with Henttreon.

Fupoin moves to the bathroom, getting ready for bed, changing and brushing his teeth.

Angel on the other hand stays in the bedroom. She begins undressing, not right down but still showing too much skin to be inappropriate if anyone else saw.

A flash from the window catches her attention. She steps over to the window, her curiosity intrigued. She presses her perfect face to the glass, looking out into the dark night.

At first she sees nothing, nothing out of the ordinary at least. But the more she looks, the more she sees movement. A figure atop the building across the street.

A small oil lamp flickers on, the figure holding it looks down, then to her surprise, looks up. Not just up at the apartment building that Angel lives in, but right at her.

Angel’s eyes widen, her breath catching as the woman on the other building shares right at her. Surprisingly, Angel doesn’t even try to cover up, she stays there, watching to see what she does.

Her clear, white dress flows around her, her black shoulder length hair blowing in the breeze. The other woman smirks, catching Angel off guard with her gorgeous features.

Then she grins, flashing her teeth to the woman in the window. Angel’s eyes widen more, her face falling as she sees white, sharp, pointed teeth. And yet she continues staring, only now noticing the woman’s perfectly manicured finger nails are now long white claws.

And yet, Angel isn’t scared. No, no. She’s interested. She’s intrigued by the strange woman on the roof.

This woman on the roof? Well, Henttreon is very pleased.

Well... What do you think? This is my first time writing horror! I think it’s pretty good but let me know what you think! I’m always open for (polite & constructive) criticism!

~Emerson