Jeepers, where did you get those eyes?

Four

Trish drove down the road as Darry fiddled with his ring on his finger. Maggie hugged herself, staring at nothing as she stayed silent, eyes wide and leaning on the window with her arms hugging herself, her thumb running down her wound as she shivered. But she wasn't even cold, she was terrified. Trisha kept looking at the two of them. Darry was looking in the rear view mirror a lot while Maggie was just petrified.

"Will one of you say something?" she asks. "You guys are scaring the shit out of me!" she scolds.

"We cant talk about it right now." Darry says looking to Maggie, who was still pale as death and gave Trish a look saying to drop it for now. She sighs and shakes her head, looking down at the mostly empty tank and spoke again.

"We have to stop." She says as she notices the gas meter was running down to E.

"There's a gas station ahead..." Darry says pointing to a sign. "We can stop there-"

"She lost her head...." Maggie whispers, earning looks from her siblings.

"What?" Trish asks as she looks back in the rear view window at her baby sister.

"Darla lost her head like they said... and you know what he did for her?" she whispers, casting a slow look at the two before looking back, dropping her head heavily on the window.

"...he sewed it back on." Maggie whimpers, letting the tears fall down her cheeks and passed her jaw while she cried. Darry went silent again, closing his eyes now and then as she spoke to keep from tears forming in his own eyes.

"What the hell did you guys see down there?" Trisha mutters as she continues to drive. Nothing else was said for an hour.

Finally the three reached a gas station and they got out. Maggie reluctantly slid from the car, adjusting her dirty dress before stepping away from the car, taking a deep breath to gather her nerves and closed her eyes. She took a couple seconds to calm her racing heart and wiped her arm on her dress before turning back to the car, pulling out a new longer dress that buttoned all the way down and a sweater that was a size too big for her and held them to her while the others got out, shutting the door.

Then suddenly when she looked up and down the road, her blood nearly froze. The truck that had been plaguing them casually drove down the road, straight for the same church.

"Oh god..." Maggie shakes. "He's going back. He's gonna know we were there."

"How is he gonna know?" Darry says.

"My sweater..." they heard and turned to Maggie, who was clutching her clothes in her arms.

"I left my sweater down there... he's gonna know..." she whimpers, starting to cry all over again.

"Okay, okay Maggie come on. Lets go." Trisha says dragging Maggie inside with Darry following.

When they got inside, Trisha shoved Maggie to the bathroom and opened the door.

"Get changed, splash some water on your face or something but keep it together ok? I'm gonna get some help for us. Stay here." She says and shuts the door.

Maggie sniffles, slowly moving to the sink and looking at herself in the mirror. She groans and shakes her head, tossing her clothes to the side and turning on the faucet, nearly dunking her whole head underwater. She wet her hair down and shook it out, making sure it got saturated all over before shakily braiding it, digging into her pocket and thankfully finding a hair tie she threw in there a while and tied her braid at the end before taking off the clothes, letting them fall off her before rinsing her arm thoroughly. Thankfully it stopped bleeding and it wasn't as bad as she thought it was, so she left it as it was and blew her nose, washing her face and neck.

Once finished, she dried herself off with paper towel and pulled her other dress on, sighing as the heavy cotton feel of the dress covered her to her calves and she pulled on her thick knitted sweater that reached past her waist. She sighed and picked up her other dress. It was torn beyond repair. She wouldn't want to keep it anyway after witnessing such horror in it. She tossed it in the garbage and walked out, seeing Darry and Trisha were huddled by a phone.

"What's going on?" she asks.

"...fuck you lady!" he says before slamming the receiver down on the hook and walking towards the patrons at the diner, all staring at them funny.

"What is it?" Maggie asks.

"It's nothing... why don't you sit down a minute." Trisha says as she leads her little sister to a table and sat her down. Maggie took deep breaths and sighed, staring out the window and wondering if that man knew they were there yet.

Meanwhile as he approached the pipe, he smelled something sweet. He inhaled deeply, all but moaning out a breath as he leaned down into the pipe. He was quick to jump down, sliding off the end and landing on his feet, taking another deep whiff. His senses instantly took his eyes to a piece of clothing on the ground next to the body he dumped earlier. He knelt by the cloth, picking it up and standing. It was stained with fresh blood and it smelled so damn good. He inhaled the scent, bringing the cloth to his nose and groaning aloud, his voice a raspy growl that echoed through the walls and ceiling of the cave while his eyes rolled in the back of his head. He pressed the cloth to his face again, sniffing it once more, twice, three times before he shuddered violently. His eyes opened and he grinned, his sharp teeth showing through his lips as he licks the drying blood on the sweater. Female, young, and so very afraid. He wanted her here, needed her here. He craved this little one's scent. He had to have her. but deep inside him, he didn't want her dead, he wanted her blood pumping and her shrieks of fear in his ears.

He walked to his table, setting the sweater down on the top and wiping the cobwebs away. It had been a while since he was here. He picked up the string and rusted needle and set to work, sewing the sweater back together in one piece and grinning at his handiwork. He took another big whiff before he shuddered once more.
Suddenly he felt a weird tingling in his lower regions. He looked down and saw his pants had grown tight and he was getting excited. He hadn't gotten excited in a long time. He licked his sharp teeth, undoing his pants and pulling out his long member. He was thankful he killed someone and found a good specimen to eat the night before. He was quick to take the member in his hand and begin to massage himself while he took the sweater and brought it once more to his face. He sat down on a stool, pumping himself slowly as he inhaled the scent of the lithe female he imagined.

He saw her in the car he attempted to run off the road. Her terrified little blue orbs, her soft skin, her lips, plump from biting and crying on as she shivered in terror at the truck. He growls deep, his hand fisting harder on himself as he sped up, thrusting as he pumped faster while he let the sweater just hang onto his face, inhaling and then growling and roaring into it. He could see her now; shrieking in fear and pain as he enters her sweet insides, thrusting deep into her as she struggles beneath him, her yelps and grunts growing louder as her tiny nails scratch at his arms while he bends her over the table, rutting into her hard and fast while his hand held her soft hair, inhaling the scent of her and himself being mingled together in their embrace.

Eventually, he felt his hips gyrate and soon he was coming hard. He roared through the cave, scaring the crows above as he came in the sand, spurting out globs as he finally slumped against the table, taking in deep breaths as he regained himself. The sweater almost slid to the ground before he caught it and gently placed it back on the body and rubbing his claws down it gently before turning away, zipping up his pants and shuffling the dirt around to get rid of the messy puddle he made. As he walked away and back towards the pipe, he caught the whiff of another smell. It was a male, he could smell his blood on the sand. Little shit must have cut himself when he fell with the little pretty smelling thing. He sneered as he approached the pipe again, his wings erupting from his back and he took off up the pipe and flew quickly back to the gas station and diner where he noticed the car. He saw the little sweet thing standing there with the most delicious look of fear in her eyes when he drove past, and now he knew where to find her. He smirked as he landed not far from their car, walking to it as his gaze found her inside with the others. His loins tightened again as he looked at her and he grinned. There you are.