King's huge frickin' book of randomness galore:The ultimate

Her foul savior

"N-no....P-please...Don't...."

Came the terrified voice of a young girl defenseless. She had wandered out on her own, and it'd cost her.

"KEEEEE...."

She could only stare wide-eyed in horror at the creature before her, several large, bulbous shell-like eyes staring her down, a disgusting snake-like tongue gliding across its teeth. 

What she noticed in staring at the foul beast, however, was its eyes. while it had many....

"Two are missing...."

She muttered in shock, unable to think anything could harm the thing in front of her, but, clear as day, were two of its horrifying pupils gone, cracked, much like the thick shell that adorned it now that she looked...And it's legs.... bent, a few gone....It had been attacked, and she could think of only one person she knew capable of taking on the beast.

"Katra....."

As if on que, the creature sniffed the girl once again, having done so before, giving a horrible shriek, twisting its head, as if signaling....more. There were more....And they weren't alone either.

"Woah, fang!"

Called a scaly voice slicked with grease and grime, chuckling as they themselves got a look at the girl. 

"Wha- AH!"

Before she could ask any questions, her jaw had been seized, gripped tight by rough, clawed fingers, looking her over, studying her closely, even bringing their nostrils, as the beast had, to her face. 

"Yes...I smell it too.....His scent.....Of course....Πλησίασε!!!!"

The voice shouted, turning away from her a moment, allowing the girl to get a look at them: Their skin was rough and off-colored, large, curved horns jutting from their head, though they were blunted. Something had broken them.

"Huh...?"

Lost, for a moment, in curiosity, she reached forward to touch them, before being dragged back to reality by the chattering of voices, coming forward.

"This girl....She reeks of that human's scent. They're close. In fact, I've seen her. The boy cares for her. And another. Protects them."

Said the first.

"And yet we've caught one."

Chuckled another.

"What should we do with her?"

"Make an example. The boy has wronged us. Now, he can't stop us."

A deep sea of murmurs. Chuckling. And to the girl's horror, agreeing.

"It's settled then. σκοτώνουμε (we kill)!"

"σκοτώνουμε!!!!"

Then, words failing her, she could do the only thing that came to her mind, that subtle failed her.

"Katra!"

"Oh? She's calling for help! Too bad girl; your hero won't come to your aid, girl. A pity, really; I'd loved to see him watch."

Cruel laughing.

"But, don't fret. Perhaps some part of you will be left when we drop your carrion to his feet. Κάνε το(do it)!"

With that, her captors all closed in, raising blades and weapons.

 She shut her eyes, knowing there was no more she could do, waiting for it all to come to an end.

"AGH!!!"

A scream. And not hers. 

"AUUUUGH!!!"

More screaming. Still, not hers. 

She opened her eyes, and saw it.

Though she wasn't sure if she wanted to.

"KAHAHAHAHAHA!"

There it was. A figure, standing high above, with one of the demons' neck hanging loosely in their clenched hand; he'd snapped it, covering head to toe in blood, cackling just as cruelly as her kidnappers.

"It's....It's him.....the beast...the monster!"

"He'll kill us all!"

"Feh! He'll have to try! Kill him, then the girl!"

With that, they changed their target, though it wouldn't matter. They only grinned, muttering something the girl couldn't quite hear then....

"RAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!"

They pounced, the demons once again at their mercy as members of the horde were flung this way and that, bat aside and ripped bloodily apart. She could only watch, her legs failing her as demon after demon were cleaved to pieces or torn through with fangs and claws, helpless.

They were waning.

Waning.....

Waning....

Waning...

Until the screams, yells of panic and battle-cries had stopped. 

They were gone. Every last one of them dead. Suddenly, the culprit spoke. 

"Is that all? KEH! Coulda got more struggle from a damn sheep!"

They spat, wincing as they tore into one of the bodies and....drinking the blood....and the flesh....he was eating their flesh....

"Huh...."

She breathed, unable to utter a word, unable to move, unable to do anything but watch as the figure looked up, their cold, black eyes settling right on her as they creeped closer, wiping their mouth.

"Rrrr...."

They gave a little snarl, backing her into a corner as they settled into full view:A boy, not much older than her, with wild winter hair and light brown skin, his solid black orbs crackling, filling with what looked like purple lightning as pupils of the same color rolled out of what seemed to be the depths of his skull, focusing, their ragged breath right on her face, the wicked stench of his merciless supper invading her every sense, blood-caked fangs as sharp as razors spreading into a gangly grin. 

"Well well well....What have we here?"