'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 46: What a sight to behold. (Dannity)

I left his slits again to shift my focus to Talek, who had erected back up as bipedal, but chiseled and cut to slight variances with both him and a handful of the hounds own attributes; though the facial hair had grew considerably to reach mid cheek and cup down and under the chin; with his ears taking a symmetrical triangle; his straight teeth embellished with a more sharper bite on both the lower and top choppers; but the eyes as grimaced as they are ( though, they too had taken a minor but tight almond shape) still remained Talek.

Talek reached around; quickly choreographing a drastic foot rotation, as he now had a hold of Jensen in the same manner as he had been in; he picked the equally menacing wolfman; throwing him hard against a rocky wall; collapsing a support beam in the process. Jensen went limp in the cloud of red burned dust.

Huffing out a curdling growl, as it looked as though he had found that the creature mirrored back at him was indeed him; hesitation cooled the anger pooling off his pores; mimicking a sneer that I assumed he'd been unable to recognize that this thing was him.

Was this the first time that he'd been completely transformed?

"The fresh scent of metamorphosing... is there anything better than witnessing the birth of a grande creature to beckon at my command?" He cooed behind me.

I stifled by his admission. Was this his doing... err... or was he meaning to retain Talek as his own?

The high tiered demon had held onto Talek with a transfixed admiration. Standing in perfect synchronized movements as the hairier version of Talek just beyond the inches that stood between them. Had he forgotten about me?

I feared that there was no saving Talek or even myself from whatever fate had in store. If Nikki (the real contender here) couldn't survive, how the hell was I going to do that same?

I gathered what little remained of my nerve as I reached backward left by right hand palm downwards; silently crab walking. With every movement careful of not disturbing the ground below my gritty butt. Yet that that plan fell completely apart, as my right palm suddenly slip off the rocky surface onto nothing, as if were too late catch myself before tumbling down one; two; three; twelve stairs before finally hitting the bottom of some grand staircase.

He cackled with his back still to me. "With that noisy tumble... you certainly will wake the dead."

"Don't think I'm not aware that you're still here, my sweet..." He cautioned. "I'm just contemplating which would be more entertaining... err ... you being eaten alive by your doting fascinating of a specimen before me... or letting the others have a go at revenge?" he uttered in a smirk.

"He couldn't pass through the wall?" I affirmed.

"Ah..." He pursed his lips in protest. "...no mortal, nor phase of mortal being shall pass... willingly of course, but, as a supernatural entity..." he chuckled "... if he can get passed his revolting shock, then he has all reason not to walk right in."

My chest flunked towards my lower intestines. Fearful he'd realize there isn't anything to hold him out. I quaffed some dry air in too deep; squawking a few coughs out in protest for breath.

He quickly snared another look to Talek then back to me.

"Seems he's a bit slow... let's go with the second option, shall we..." he cheered.

He stood in stance, as in some fouler version of a superhero pose; arms crossed, with his left hand, propping up his head onto it. Staring with a psychotic intent; suddenly throwing an 'air' kiss to me.

Quickly as his mouth returned to their fullness, one; two; three; four decrepit hands ruptured a few inches from below the sandy ground; able to reach me by a few inches that separated me and them. I hurled a short shout as they seized wrists; ankles and waist. I was trapped with nothing and no one to get me out of this.

The hands that held me down, slowly progressed and revealed forearms; shoulders; finally showcasing each of their deteriorating heads.

The entity claiming a hold of my hands was none other than that damn Dean!

High School Sally's Dean!

The nails scrapping against my waist and sides came as no surprise as he shook himself free from under the rock and sandy coating – Riley!

I could hear the laughter roaring over to the side of our abrupt and reunited death orgy. "Seems they were dying at a chance to tear at you, or your fate's unluckiest bitch!" The demon quipped.

They seemed to completely find that disgustingly hilarious. As they all whipped a horrifying grin.

For the second time in less than a day, I had moisture licking at my lids... what was this? Yes... I helped kill Dean, but more importantly or absurdly... I didn't murder Riley!

As I shrieked and squirmed to rid their hands from me... Dean and Riley bit down into any place that hadn't been covered by clothing; Dean dipped elongated teeth into my wrist; Riley slithering between the rip material of my shirt and licking an elaborate circle before sipping his own incisors down into my left side abdomen; sending my shrieks to full on heights.

I had a few moments of consciousness to be awareness of his actions as I winced under their teeth's razor pressure.