Never Play with Blood fey

The Gathering

He should have never listened to her.

It was all her fault they were in this freaking mess in the first place. Too bad he will never get to tell her that, since her eyes are staring unseeingly at the lighting night sky, it was close to dawn. Her dress, her pride and joy for that matter was ripped, exposing her firm breasts and flat stomach, covered with her drying blood from where that bastard had cut her with his wicked knife. He looked once more at her mangled body and shivered, trying not to cry at the hopelessness of his current situation. His hand was forced and now he was forced to follow the Blood fey to where ever they had their lair.

In a trance he followed Ciaran toward the edge of the field, where the field met a hill. Shuddering he realized they were going underground, tried hard not to remember how scared his best friend Nate was when he got dragged off underground by the beast that slaughtered everyone else at the party. The cave they enter was quite big, but despite the sheer size of the cave Martin felt claustrophobic. Shivering from the cold and unwanted memories he was very hard trying to suppress but not succeeding; the memories surfacing so fast he couldn't repressed them.

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"Aw, come on baby it's just a Halloween party." She had been moaning about going to Ciaran O'Halloran's famous Halloween party. He wasn't too sure about it, something about Ciaran and his brother Oisin rubbed him the wrong way. He couldn't explain why or how, but he just didn't like Ciaran or his brother at all. It might have to do with the fact that every female in their proximity only had eyes for them and no one else. The fact they invited him along with her should have had the alarm bells going off in his head, and now it's too late do anything about it.

Just mere hours ago she was alive all hyped up about being personally invited by Ciaran himself to the party. Wanting to impress him she dressed up as a witch from the last century; wearing a deep green gown type dress held together by a thick belt of leather, which set off her creamy skin and awesome sparkling blue eyes. She somehow found out that Ciaran was heavily into nature and magic, and decided that they should dress accordingly. He on the other hand thought it was all a load of bull, there was something very sinister about Ciaran and his brother, there is no way they would be out there hugging trees or some other shit. No, if he had to guess, he would say that Ciaran would be a dark Wicca; one who dabbled in dark magic. It turned out he was right, Ciaran and Oisin were dark creatures and now it was only a matter of time that he would join Sheila and the others in eternal slumber.

He remembered Nate and Michelle show up at his house looking mighty pleased, the ride to the abandoned Manor just outside of town. Once they got there the party was already in full swing, alcohol in red cups, people dancing on the dance floor. Ciaran and Oisin coming down the massive staircase looking like runaway princes from fairy land; with their tight pants, heavy boots and lose white shirts, wild tussled dark hair and light mischievous eyes.

Since they arrived the sphere changed; several other party guests started eyeing them in a way that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Nobody besides him noticed it; if they did they might have made it out alive. Taking a sip of his drink, he nearly chocked; God that stuff was overly sweet. Wiping his mouth he set off to find Sheila, he decided it was time to go home. He had enough of all those creepy people and their staring. It must have been around midnight when he finally found her; she was outside dancing in the moonlight to a beautiful melody that made him cry. As she made turn after turn, the full moon- which was his light source- reappeared after a short time revealed the guy playing the beautiful music had changed. His features were harder and more regal, he was obviously otherworldly. He smirked when he saw his shocked face and bowed his head slightly in greeting.

A heavy bell tolled signaling midnight and the screaming started. He could see people run around frantically inside the manor. They were trying desperately to outrun whatever it was that had people screaming in terror.

Overcome with panic he looked back at Sheila, wanting to make sure she at least was okay. Only to find her gone, and so was the musician. When the patio doors opened and people spilled out like blood from a wound did he get a glance of what was causing the panic. Huge furry things were running around chasing people around the house. Several party goers had like the missing musician gone from pretty or beautiful to regal and some downright scary. All their faces contorted and changed shape; their human shape slowly made room for their true shape. Thin lanky arms and legs with a small bosom, slender waist for the girls, barrel chest and thick powerful legs for the guys. The scariest thing was they were all laughing and jeering the people trying to out run whatever was chasing them.

Martin felt sick to his stomach, as he watched the first person fall prey to the furry bodies. The furry bodies crowded together, thankfully obscuring Martin's sight of the slaughter. Ciaran's sinister chuckle snapped him out of his morbid staring, "What the hell happened? Who are they and what do they want?" Martin flung himself against Ciaran's firm body grabbing him by the collar and shaking him, he didn't even sway a little. The bastard. More screaming insured, a group of people made it past the line of dying, dead bodies towards the front gate; the last hurdle in their path to freedom. The first few who made it to the gate, hollered with joy until they clashed with something that was obscured by the fog that just rolled in. Their screams of joy turned into screams of pain and fear, sounds of flesh tearing and teeth gnawing on flesh. It made Martin want to hurl, and promptly did so after letting go of Ciaran and turning his head away.

Laughing at his reaction at the horror and shock plain on his face Ciaran caressed his cheek. "Don't worry Mart, everything will be fine."

        Dry heaving Martin stared wildly at Ciaran "How in the blazes of Hell is this going to be fine? People are dying!" he gestured around himself to the entire calamity, the screams of terror winding down to sobbing and eventually to silence.