Creatures of the Night
CW// slight gore
Swaying in the wind, the owl sang it's lullaby. Lights twinkled in the sky as all went to rest. The moon sat above the sky watching those below, its light guarding the dreams of everyone.
As all of Earth's inhabitants were dissolving away into a land of fantasy and calm, only a few remained. Their faces illuminated by the moon, as they met up in the old ally way behind the butcher shop.
With big doe eyes, a young girl watched as the elders began to circle her, their solid black cloaks concealing them within the dark. She wrapped her arms tightly around a plush bunn, and with trembling legs she looked upon the leader.
She knew what awaited her, but she did't want it yet. She felt no remorse for the crimes she committed, and that would be the reason for her death.
"My dear, do you know why you were summoned here?"
With no response, her eyes fell to the floor. Was there any way she could get out of here? Her mind was racing as she tried to develop a plan.
"Feigning ignorance will only lead to worse. Both you and I know this."
"Alaric, I don't know what your talking about."
Her tongue shifted in her mouth as she wrapped her arms tighter around the stuffed animal. Her eyes slowly fell to the side as she braced herself. In an instant, her tongue shot out of her mouth, and right towards the heart of the man in front of her.
However, she never even made it a foot away from him. With a simple flick of his wrist, he sent a dagger into the young girl's head.
The plushie fell first, then she followed. Her body made a soft thump as it hit the ground. Blood began to ooze from her wound, and pool around her body.
The leader turned away and flicked his massive wings. His subordinates flocked towards the corpse and began to tear her apart. He listened to the crunch of bones on teeth and the sound of her flesh being devoured.
She was a traitor, and deserved a death by the lowly. His grand king would be so proud that this scum was dead. He would not tolerate for anyone to anger the almighty.
With a stretch of his wings, he launched himself up. The muscles of his wings tightened as the wind blew. Yet, he did not sway. His mind was solely focused on his king.
From his white hair to his soft pale skin and his kind voice. Alaric wrapped his arms around himself as he shivered at the thought of his king.
...
You walked around the dark streets with you jacket held close. A numerous amount of dangers lurked in every corner, and you were currently defenseless against all of them.
You were both mentally and physically exhausted. After a long day at work dealing with scum-tastic men, you only wanted to relax and take a hot steamy bath.
Streetlights flickered all around you. Tensing up, your eyes analyzed your surroundings. As you approached a dark alleyway you could overhear a conversation taking place.
In that moment, you simply disregarded it as a drug deal. You wanted nothing to do with it and that was all. It was also the best choice to make in that situation.
However, as you got closer you heard the voices clearer. One sounded quite older and masculine, while the other sounded more feminine and young.
Your heart dropped, and you took off in the direction of the conversation. Big mistake.
You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you let a child die. Though as you rounded the corner your eyes widened. That was no ordinary child, it was a monster.
With two large maroon braids falling down to her knees, and wide blue eyes she seemed to look normal. Yet, what made you freeze was the horns and tail that she possessed.
You watched in terror as the girl shot out her tongue, only to fall dead anyway. The man who killed her was only visible for a brief second, but it felt like hours as you stared into his joyful red irises.
The rest of him was blocked due to a long black robe, but those eyes terrified you to the core. Uttering not a sound, you watched in horror as the shadows leached out and tore the young girl
apart.
The were like a wake of vultures as they fought and ripped her limb from limb. Blood spattered everywhere as random bits of flesh flew into the air.
The sounds echoed through the damp alleyway. Crunch. Squelch. You could feel the bile rising in your throat. It burned, and left a horrible taste in your mouth.
Frozen in fear and shock, you didn't regain you senses until the severed head landed in-front of you. Her eyes were still open, wide and emotionless as they stared up into your own.
Finally running away from the scene you just witnessed, you let tears freely fall. What were you supposed to do?
The police probably wouldn't do anything if it was related to gangs, but at the same time, would they really believe you if you told them that the child was a monster? Or how would you explain the body? They would think you were mad and lock you away in an asylum.
Yet at the same time, could you let the young girl die in vain? Even if she was a monster, did she deserve the fate she was given? It all swirled around in your head and your heart raced.
Suddenly, you ran into something hard causing you to fall on the ground. Pain shot up through your wrist and spine, as your body collided with the cold hard concrete. Rocks dug into your palms and you could feel the scrapes begin to bleed. Looking up at what, or who, you ran into, your heart froze.
He had long horns that curled around his head in a halo-like formation and glowing white hair. His eyes were a very light blue that contrasted against his black sclera. Long claws stained red shined in the moonlight, waiting to sink into the flesh of their victim.
As you began to hyperventilate, he only smiled. He towered above you, his eyes glowing menacingly.
And in that moment you understood everything that your mother had told you as a child. The stories that she spoke of weren't fake, they were real indeed. Monsters lived in our world, and not just in our nightmares.
They were the creatures of the night, and if you were to find one....
there was no hope for you.
