[Supernatural meets The Boys]
Nobody is stupid enough to venture into unknown territories, except for Ilya. Don't get him wrong! He never meant to enter that mysterious village.
Fate led him there to save, or be saved.
"Peekaboo!"
Beast is a cruel c...
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The woman smiled wider, her upper teeth parting slightly from her lower ones as she opened her mouth a little more with each passing second. Ilya felt uneasy because the woman hadn't spoken a single word—just creepy stares and unsettling smiles. Everything about this place gave him the creeps, sending chills down his spine.
He sensed that something was about to happen, but he couldn't tell what it was. Was it Billy? Was it this eerie woman? Or was it the moaning creatures he could hear outside?
"Ready?"
"Wait!" Ilya suddenly said.
That wasn't the sound of zombies.
"I can smell him," a whisper came from the small bathroom window.
"Delicious," another voice said from behind him.
Ilya turned left and right, searching for the source of the faint conversations. He then focused on the mouths of Billy and that drooling woman; they hadn't moved, yet the voices kept on talking.
"I can't wait to taste his blood."
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Billy asked.
"The people. They're all around the house." Ilya paused, cautiously rolling his dilated green irises left to right. Then he added in a whisper, "Talking."
"Mmh," a woman moaned. "I bet it's as sweet as it smells."
"There it is again!"
Billy's ears twitched, yet they did not register any foreign sounds other than the absurd conversation he was having with the kid right now.
A concerned look drew Billy's bushy brows together. He stared at the kid who was slowly losing his mind, frightened and confused, shivering in the freezing bath. His innocent eyes wavered, his weak body flinching at nonexistent sounds.
Billy knew it was time to do the dirty deed.
"Elliot, listen to me." He held him still. "No one's here but us."
Ilya flinched again. His eyes roamed until they settled at the window where the voices came from. He didn't pay attention to the scary lady anymore, nor the towering man clutching his shoulders.
Amid Ilya's haze, the woman's eyes shone. And with a flick of Billy's fingers, she lunged at the kid, digging her nails into his shoulders and sinking her teeth into his flesh.
Just as his mother did in his feverish dream.
Ilya screamed and kicked, forcing both adults to grab his arms to hold him in place.
"It's gonna be over in a jiffy," Billy tried to comfort the boy.
But it didn't make any sense to Ilya. Why would Billy do this to him? Why would he serve him to a vampire? Ilya kept fighting for dear life. This woman was sucking his blood, trying to kill him... and Billy gladly let her.
