Feral Desires

Fugitive

   I thrash as whoever held me from behind tore at my neck with their teeth. Though it felt as if they had a bears teeth. I'm thrown to the ground and am straddled by my attacker. I try to scream, but blood bubbles up and out of my mouth and I only succeed in a wet, gurgling cough. All I can make out of my attacker is glowing red eyes before his head lowers and he bites down on my neck again. 

   Pain like I've never known before flows through my body in place of the blood he sucks out of me. I assume my attacker to be a man from his strength and what I can tell of his build. In the next second my skirt is yanked up and there's an intense pain in my nether regions. A strangled gasp of pain escapes me as a moan of pleasure escapes him. I cry in pain and fear as I lay there helpless. At some point, I feel something drip into my mouth and taste something faintly metallic. I slowly start to fade out and eventually loose conscious. 

   When I wake, it's to an even more intense pain in every inch of my body. Every cell felt like it was on fire. I try to call out or to at least let out a cry of pain, but i can't do anything. I want to cry when I feel something nudge me.

   "She's dead, father." I hear a young boy declare. No, I'm not!, I think. I'm alive! Help me! I try to do something to make them aware of my life, but my body won't listen. I hear a sigh a little farther away.

   "Must have been attacked then animals got to her. We need to figure out who did this. Cover her up, son. Least save the poor girl a little of her dignity." I feel my skirts pulled back down. 

   "Who would do something like this?" The boy asks. the voices sound familiar, but I'm in too much pain to figure out who. 

   "I don't know, son. Lets get her into the cart. No need to have her on display for everyone any longer." I'm picked up and set onto a cart. I hear cries of shock and fear around me along with the whispers of confusion and speculation. 

   With every bump the cart makes a jolt of pain shoots through my body and I know that if I could I would be a sobbing mess. I can't so much as twitch a finger though and that's somehow worse. 

   I'm going to be buried alive, I realize. Panic joins the pain and they do a dance of torture inside me. I don't want to die. Not now and not like this. It's getting late, so I'm hoping they'll just let me sit for the night.

   My mind starts getting fuzzy again and I once again become unaware of my surroundings as the darkness takes over.

   The next time I come to, I'm able to move. I open my eyes and a groan makes its way up my throat and out of my mouth. Speaking of my throat, it burns. It feels like I've spent hours screaming then chugged a whole bottle of liquor.

   I look over and see the halfway dug grave that I'm laying next to. I jump away from it. I look around, but don't see anybody. My throat is screaming at me for . . . I don't know what. I need something to drink. That will help stop the burning. The wind shifts and a heavenly smell fills my nose. My mind goes blank as I take off into the woods. I don't notice rocks and sticks digging into my feet, or the briars slicing open any skin they can touch, or the branches and leaves getting snagged in my hair. The next thing I am actually aware of is a sweet tasting liquid in my mouth and a stickiness on my face, arms and hands. I look down at myself and see that I'm covered in blood. My eyes travel to the dead deer in front of me and a scream of horror escapes my lips.

   I jerk up in bed as I hear a knock at the door. My breathing slows down as the memory fades away and I remember where I am. I had sent Bastien back to his room after I'd fed. After that, I'd fallen asleep pretty quickly. It's been awhile since I've had one of those dreams. I hope it isn't going to be a reoccurring thing.