Stop Reading Novel if Horror Offends You

 

This is a bloody horror novel. I hope no one gets offended.  I'll copy and paste the novel a little at a time and post a variety of other subjects in between. 

It may not be the best, but it's not the worst that I've read or seen. Anyway, if it's at least a bit entertaining, then I'll be happy.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

 When Tom awoke, he found himself down on the sidewalk.  Lilith was kneeling over him, her warm moist lips on his.

“It’s okay Tom.  I’m here.  I’ll take care of you."

Tom opened his mouth taking in a deep passionate kiss.  Her tongue gently caressed his.  At that moment he desperately needed the soft soothing emotions she brought to him.

Lilith helped him to his feet.

"Take this it will help," she put a blue liquid capsule deep into his mouth causing him to gage for a moment before swallowing it.

“I'm here to help you adjust to your new life.”

Tom wanted no part of this new life.

It was the middle of the night.  Lilith walked with Tom arm in arm.  She supported most of his weight.  She leaned him against the window of McQuade’s Tavern.  Pleasant memories of the night when he was there with Angela came to mind.

"Angela," he whispered.

Lilith wedged her knee between Tom’s legs.  She kicked him hard.

Tom gasped for air as the impact forced him to double over in pain.

"Forget about her.  Angela is from your past.  You have me now."

Lilith supported him before he could fall.  She began kissing him.  Tom did not resist.

Sexual arousal, fear, pain, anger; he needed to break free so he could sort things out.  This time when Lilith let him go, he was able to stay on his feet.  But he was having trouble with his breathing.  It was not only from Lilith's kick but also from a confusion of emotions.

“I can’t murder anyone,” Tom managed to say while catching his breath.

“It’s not that hard." 

The capsule she gave him was working.  That was when he saw a demon.  A transparent black haze about twice his size formed itself into a blurry figure.  Suddenly everything became silent as a wave of deafness came over him.  It was frightening and strange yet all too familiar.

The image flickered then swelled coming closer to Tom for a moment then moving away in rhythm with his breathing.  The resulting vertigo caused him to sway in time with the changing image.

It had no real face only what can be described as a swirling glob of flesh-like evil.  In the middle of where a face should have been, was a black void that seemed to suck his life away.

“Tom, look away.  Don’t resist or his power will kill you,” she said turning him away.  It was working.  She was gradually turning him into a killer.

“Remember the agreement.  You gave him permission.  It’s too late to back down.”

Tom fell to the ground, unconscious.

When Tom regained consciousness, he found himself several blocks away from where Lilith left him.  He was no longer in front of McQuade’s Tavern.

Filled with an uncontrollable hunger, which he could not understand, Tom ran down the road looking for something he knew nothing about.  The fallen leaves crackled and stirred with each step.  He tried to soften his steps, quick yet quiet.  That was what he needed, to be quick yet quiet.

Up ahead a young woman stood walking down the dark street.  She turned to see what was making such a loud swishing sound.  She saw nothing so she continued walking assuming it was a gust of wind.

Tom hid behind a tree holding his breath.  He watched her.  Then he silently followed making sure she was unaware of his presence.

She was an attractive woman about the same age and build as Angela.  Her shoulder length light brown hair could not be mistaken for Angela’s almost black hair.  Tom was sure it was not her.

The woman turned around the corner.  Tom continued stalking her.  Now he understood how a wolf, hawk or wildcat must feel as it hunts its prey.  It was one of the most exhilarating feelings he had ever experienced.

The road she was taking led back to McQuade’s Tavern.  He remembered he was supposed to meet there with Angela later that night.

Tom knelt close to the ground on all fours peeking around the corner.  He waited a moment to allow her to put some distance between them. The time was not yet right.

He felt the demon in his body.  It now had complete control of his being.  He felt he was only a spectator.

Maybe he was fooling himself into feeling this loss of control.  It was a way to ease his conscience.  If he was not the one taking action, then he could not be to blame.

He wondered how he could enjoy the excitement, the compulsion to go through with the hunt.  He was ashamed and disgusted with himself, yet he continued.  Tom decided to forgive himself.  He had no choice.

He leapt into action.  Heavy breathing turned into a rhythmic panting.  He let out a loud scream of excited angry power.  Faster than he believed was possible he was there.  The startled woman turned.  She saw Tom’s face inches away.

In her eyes, Tom saw what he believed to be the reflection of his own eyes.  Looking closer he saw the reflection of something else, something evil, something hideous.

He watched her terror grow into unbearable pain.  A moment later she fell to the ground.

Tom began to shiver with fear.  He was in disbelief as an unexpected sexual passion grew in him until it overcame his fear.  Orgasmic pleasure erupted.  He panted to catch his breath.  Then he fell to the road in exhaustion.  Again, he lost consciousness.

 

When Tom awoke, he was on his back.  Next to him on the ground was the woman he was stalking lying on her side facing away from him.  He tried to get to his feet.  The road seemed to spin too much for him to endure.  He fell back down.

He looked at his hands.  They were soaked in blood.  The taste of blood and bits of steak-like shreds were wedged between his teeth.  He explored the inside of his mouth with his tongue.  It felt like the remnants of some barely cooked steak.  He wiped the blood from his lips on the arm of his jacket staining it bright red.

He sat up to see if the woman was okay.  Blood was dripping from her head creating a small puddle of blood on the street.  He could only see that much in the dim light.  He sat up to have a closer look.

He saw her white blood-stained teeth shining through what remained of the left side of her face.  The flesh was ripped off but her lips, painted in dark pink lipstick, were still intact as if nothing had happened.

Vomit instantly erupted too fast for him to stop.  He turned his head to avoid throwing up on the woman.

“Yes, she’s dead.  Scared to death,” Lilith startled him.

Tom tried to make sense of what happened.  His jumbled thinking only made matters worse.

“But how?  I mean I did not do this.  I’m sure of it. I was already passed out.”

Lilith responded with a smirk.

“She was dead before you had a chance to kill her.  The woman was scared to death before you could kill her in a more direct way.”

“Did I actually do this?” Tom asked again, afraid of what the answer would be.

“You can’t take all the credit.”

Again, Tom looked at the woman.  The sight of one side of her face missing and her flesh torn away was too much to bear.  He looked away.

Tom wiped more blood from his mouth.

“But I had no choice.”

“You didn’t complain when you bit into her face.  Don’t worry. We’re not cannibals.  It’s all symbolic.”

“What’s that on her head?”

Lilith bent down to pull the coin from the woman’s forehead and showed it to Tom.

“On the face of the coin is the ouroboros dragon. On the back is what looks like a large letter ‘Y’.”

Tom looked closely at the bloodstained coin and asked her what it meant.

“The ‘Y’ symbolizes the path someone chooses in his life.  The right path symbolizes good.  The left path symbolizes evil, the path you’ve chosen.  The ouroboros with fire symbolizes the destruction of existence.