Tainted Teardrops [Book no.1- Dhatins of 3030 Indonesia] ✔

04 | A day full of misery

~years ago~

It was a day full of misery. This misery seemed to swarm around a young woman hurriedly running across the coast of California. It wasn't so much of a scurry past people walking down the beach in San Diego, but it was more of a run. The woman ran harder than her legs could take her, like she was racing in a marathon: and she was falling behind.

What was it that was chasing her?

You have nowhere to run now, human. Raidne chided. She scratched the sand as she crawled on the coastline, hissing at people passing by. Her sunken holes that were never eyes, were on fire as the woman threw a torch at one of her eyes. "YAIIII-ARRGGHHH!" Raidne growled in pain, as she continued to chase the woman.

Even as she was growling in pain, dhatins of Blight didn't feel pain. Why in fact, they used pain to emerge a more monstrous form out of themselves. They, whom had shriveled, and small bodies. They who didn't stop hunting human flesh until they were:

Satisfied.

But this Raidne was different. She was what the peaceful dhatins called a savage. No, more of a binge eater. She used her abundant strength and twenty-feet long spiked tongue to her advantage. Since one of her fellow dhatins of Blight, Justin had stolen her food at supper, she was going to replace that meal she longed.

Oh, what a meal it was to such binge eaters. They didn't stop for just one kill, but ten a night, and they liked to play with their food.

While most civilized dhatins of Vampire, Blight and Jenglot went to the Requiem market to obtain their food, peacefully, there were some savage binge eaters like Raidne who loved to hear their food scream.

" Yaiii, tasty!! Come here, come here!" Raidne spat at the woman, as the slit in her mouth stretched to her ears. Licking off the blood off the hand that she captured from the woman, she simply wanted MORE.

As the woman ran as fast as her little legs could take her, those long, stretched legs of the Blights could not compare. There was something about this woman that Raidne found the need to prance 'round and play with her food. For it wasn't the woman that this Blight dhatin wanted.

It was the small bundle that she was carrying in her arms.

A baby.

Raidne went so far as to torture this woman even more by learning to speak English, just so she could mock the human language.

" You can't run for long human!" Raidne sneered, as she was drawing in closer to the woman.

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The woman, looking around her, and seeing that she was safe, calmed her nerves.

" Are you okay, my sweet Amity?" She cooed at the quiet baby in her arms. She took the bundle out of her arms and started to weep. This woman, draped in a long red cape and hair as black as a raven's feathers were perturbed. Not for herself, but for her child.

Weeping silently for the life of her baby, she wiped the blood off of her hand-less arm. The silence was in the midst, and the air was clean but the stench of rotten, mushy blood stayed.

Crunching her feet silently among the Elfin Forests of San Diego, she listened to the sound of the wind usher her closer still. As the big oak trees looked down on the woman as she walked slowly past where she stood, she was scared. Scared for that day, which was today: that she'd become the centerpiece of a feast for the dhatins of Blight. "No. I have to stay b-br-" She was cut off by a strange sound.