Chapter 4
Hendricks
Nightmare Acres is a place for the broken, the depraved, and the damned. And I fit into all three categories. My vampire nature only accentuated those same qualities that existed in me when I was a human. Though it's been many years since I fit into a mortal form.
The music was loud and pulsating throughout my entire inebriated body. I was too drunk on illegally obtained booze to notice when I'd become a target.
There were two men, dressed all in black and sticking to the shadows.
I know them now as Talon and Maverick. There was something in the dejected set of my shoulders that clued them into the sorry state of my life.
Truthfully, I hardly remember much more of that night, but the one thing I can't shake is the part when I realized I was dying. The part when my heart stopped beating and my blood had been drained from my veins. One second, I was nothing, and then the next? I was screaming. Ravenous for blood. It’s been that way ever since.
A loud all-encompassing demand for human flesh and that crimson river of satisfaction that lives in their veins.
And this place? Is the perfect trap. Humans that come here are seeking a thrill, and we give it to them.
I slink close to the tree line, watching as the campers’ march to their doom.
They have no idea that the monsters that roam this place, waiting to pounce on them, are not just some scare actors hired for a part.
They think this is all fake. A good time that they can laugh about later.
If only they knew the truth. They’d never sign away their souls on that dotted line.
Now that they have? We're given free reign over them,
We might not have a kill quota to meet anymore thanks to Talon and his girl he met last Halloween, but that doesn't mean I have to quell my monstrous nature. Waiting for months has made me more than ravenous. And fucking horny.
Maverick and I keep each other entertained, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the warm feel of a scared little cunt wrapped around my cock as their screams pierce my ears. There’s no better turn on than a frightened human.
"I swear those trees have eyes!" one of the girls’ shrieks.
“No, they don’t. That’s just your imagination playing with you,” one of the girls responds.
She's not wrong. Some of the trees have eyes imbedded in their bark from prior guests. The witches kept them as souvenirs and used them to spy on what was going on in the woods.
I can tell those witches are up to something, though.
They'd been gathering a lot more supplies than I'd seen them do in previous years.
And there's an energy to them. They keep glancing around nervously and stop talking whenever we get close.
I don't trust it, but Talon says I shouldn't worry about it.
I think he's gone soft since that girl, Olivia, fucked with his head at Halloween.
He's been a distracted mess ever since and the creatures can sense it.
They're getting restless. And restless monsters are like a powder-keg— ready to explode at the slightest strike of a match. These campers don't stand a chance.
The werewolf pack has left us alone since last Halloween as well. A part of me wonders if we've seen the last of them. Maybe they found a settlement up north and will leave us the fuck alone once and for all. A vampire can hope.
"You ready?" Maverick asks.
I crack my knuckles. "Abso-fucking-lutely,"
The trees give us enough coverage that we're free to roam around safely without the threat of being turned to ash.
We follow the group, watching as they make it to the cabins.
While they settle into their soon to be graveyards, Maverick and I lean against some trees waiting impatiently for the sun to set.
For now, they're safe from us. Just out of reach. But once that sun sets?
All bets are off, and that sultry looking brunette will be ours.