In Darkness

Graham had been tossing and turning most of the night. Little wonder considering he’d volunteered to squeeze himself into a small single mattress. Which was shoved into a hot wheels car frame that made it seem even smaller. All to “catch” the monster that had been plaguing his young sons nightmares as of late. Graham’s plan was to stay the night in his sons room so that he could claim to have vanquished the monster. With hopes that since he thought the monster was gone his subconscious mind would stop with the nightmares.

The house was quiet. His wife and son both fast, and comfortably, asleep in their king sized mattress in the master bedroom on the opposite side of the house. The cloud cover outside meant that the only light came from a small led night light which was only strong enough to dimly light up half the room. Graham rolled again with a frustrated sigh. Reaching a hand out aimlessly with his eyes still shut to grab his phone from the small side table. He’d tap the screen with a thumb, cracking one eye to catch the time, it read 3am.

”Fuck..” Graham groaned out, sliding the phone back onto the side table face down before rolling onto his back. A position which forced his calves uncomfortably out over the sleek hood of the car frame. His feet sticking out from under the blanket. He ran pretty hot so didn’t mind the cold air that snuck up his calves cooling him. He laid like that for several minutes. Tempted to abandon his offer and sneak back to join his family in bed. Desperate for at least a couple of hours of restful sleep before the sun crested the horizon pulling the day along with it.

Graham worried what Olly would think. Would he assume Dad was afraid of the monster too? That instead of vanquishing the beast, he turned tail and ran so that it wouldn’t eat him.

He’s going to eat me up.

Olly’s fearful voice rang through his mind. He was the quiet imaginative, creative, artsy type of kid. So neither him nor his wife were surprised that his imagination had gotten away from him, but Olly was genuinely afraid. Both of them could clearly see that. Which is why Graham was now laying in this too small bed. His back aching from having been curled up into a ball on his side for most of the night.

-skrich skrich… skrich skrich-

The sudden sound of scratching pierced through the silence pulling Graham from his thoughts. He shifted slightly, listening more intently for several minutes but was met by nothing but heavy silence. Graham wondered for a moment if he’d imagined the sound all together.

-skrich skrich… skrich skriiiich-

This time Graham pushed up onto his elbows. Ears straining to determine where the scratching was originating from as blue eyes cast around the dark room. Paranoia beginning to burn at the base of his brain. Graham would scoff, partly at the random scratching but also partly at his uneasy reaction to it. He’d flip back over onto his right side facing the closed door. Pulling the blankets up to his neck as he situated himself back into a ball shape. Screwing his eyes shut as if willing sleep to take him. His mind grasping at anything that could explain the scratching. The most likely culprit was a rodent, he’d have to put some traps out.

-skrichskrichskrichskrichskriiiiiIIICH-

The scratching was suddenly more intense, less like scratching and more like clawing. As if whatever it was had heard his thoughts, and was intentionally trying to prove him wrong. It had Graham sitting up completely on the small bed. The blankets falling down revealing his nude well kept frame to puddle in his lap.

It lives under my bed. It talks to me, but I don’t listen. I cover my ears.

Olly’s words ran through his mind as he pushed the blankets from his legs. Showing that he wore nothing but a loose pair of sleeping shorts that clung to his hips. Readying himself to bolt from the room, the air seemed thicker and he didn’t feel alone or safe anymore. He chalked it up to paranoia and sleep deprivation. Regardless Graham was done being a white knight, he just wanted to get the hell out of here and get some sleep. The act of having to steps off the bed. Ankles prime to be grabbed by the monster had him hesitating in the center of the small mattress on his knees.

I’m being ridiculous. There is no damned monster. I’m just tired is all.

-SKRIICH SKRIIIIIICH-

The clawing was so loud it had Graham pausing again just before steps off.

”OooliiveEER…” his sons name came from the darkness. An ominous echoing trill that skated up Graham’s spine. Making his blood run cold in his veins and his heart pound painfully against his rib cage. Every nerve in his body screamed for him to run, Run, RUN! But Graham was completely frozen in place, statuesque. Barely breathing, eyes pinched shut, fingers gripping into the sheets beneath him.

”There is no such thing as monsters, they aren’t real… not real.” he’d chant beneath his breath like a prayer. Adrenaline spiking in his brain had him moving before he could think or object. Hands gripping at the door of the car frame bracing his weight. Allowing him to lean forward, his knees pressing down into the mattress as he flipped his upper body upside-down so he could peek underneath the bed. Short wavy brown locks brushing the hardwood floor as those blue orbs carefully examined the darkness. Relaxing his clenched jaw and letting out a little sigh of relief when, as he suspected, there was nothing there.

Of course there isn’t. Just your mind playing tricks on itself.

Just as he was calming down, his heart beating at a more regular rate the inky darkness started to shift drawing his eyes. Graham was certain it was another trick of the mind, that was until it started to shift and turn to reveal glowing golden eyes that seemed to pulse in his direction. A long white spindly arm adorned by razor sharp black claws instead of fingers shot toward his face. Graham choked out a terrified strangled gasp, using all of the strength in his arms to rip himself upward to relative safety. The force of it nearly knocking him backward off the bed, he was just barely able to catch himself.

The sound of his hearts panicked pounding, of blood rushing through veins and arteries overwhelmed any other noises. Those blue eyes were thrown open wide nearly bulging out of his head. Mouth agape in silent horror as he watched on in utter terror as another spindly arm, near translucent ghostly skin stretched over bone, shot out to join the first. Clawed fingers gouging into the wood, sending splinters clatter about haphazardly. The elbows of each arm snapping back in the wrong direction with a deafening cracking of bones. Clawed hands moving up to grip at the edge of the bed frame, using the leverage to begin pulling itself out from under the bed.

Monster…

”Dear god…” Graham breathed out, scurrying back on his hands desperate to put some distance between himself and the beast. With no room to spare his hand soon slipped from the edge of the frame having him fall back onto the wood with a loud thud. His broad shoulders breaking the fall shorty before his ass joined them. A shaky groan escaping trembling lips as a sharp pain shot through his back from shoulder to tail bone. Graham only managed to lift himself partially onto his forearms. While from his lower back down he was still uselessly splayed out. Wide blue eyes peering up to the bed where’d he’d just been in shock and terror. In the split second it took him to fall the monster had slithered fully out from it’s hiding spot and taken up his place on the bed.

”ThhHeResSs noH GohD heeRre…” that ominous echoing voice hissed down at him from where it was now perched on the edge of the bed like a bony gargoyle looming far out over him. Shadow flicking out from its pasty pale skin like flames. Long raven locks floating about the monsters skull as if he were submerged in water. Not here, in his sons room, in the middle of the night. Those luminous piercing golden orbs fixed on Graham much like a predator with it’s prey. The sinew mass swaying lightly from side to side. Graham wanted to scream. He wanted to crab walk away from the monster, giving him enough room to get to his feet to get out. But he was petrified, unable to will his body to move even an inch.

”W-what are you?” Graham asked through numb lips as he continued to gawk up at the monster unblinking. Afraid that if he closed his eyes, even long enough to blink, the monster would move again. Though his voice was barely a whisper the skeletal giant cocked its head to the side in recognition of his words. A deep ghastly amused cackling ripping forth from its lips, vibrating the icy air that seemed to cling to it. It didn’t answer. Instead the monster bounded from its perch down upon Graham’s body, straddling him. Those clawed hands pressing down against his chest, slamming him down hard into the ground with an oomph as every bit of air was force from his lungs. The tips of those claws slicing, as easily as a knife through warmed butter, into Graham’s lightly browned skin.

The scream he tried to produce at the searing pain was nothing more than a choked gasping without any air. Blood pooled up around those claws, running down his torso in every direction before dripping onto the wood beneath him. The smell of copper permeated the area filling Graham’s nose. That along with the throbbing of his head from having been bounced against the hard floor like a rag doll made him incredibly nauseous. He could taste acid in the back of his throat, but the fear kept the vomit at bay. Graham had never been so afraid in his life, something made even more obvious by the piss that stained his shorts. The monster had Graham’s arms pinned up against his sides with its bony yet deceivingly strong legs. All he could do as it withdrew those claws, casting a wicked smile the consisted of a mouthful of razor sharp teeth, was squirm helpless and get nowhere. A sobbing wine escaping from his mouth as tears made his pretty blue eyes glassy and blurry.

”P-please d-don’t eat me!!” Graham would beg through teeth that clattered together from his uncontrollable shaking. The monster ignored him, large clawed hands bracing its weight on either side of Graham’s head as it leaned down, long tar covered tongue flicking out to clean the blood from his chest. Which had Graham choking back sobs and whimpers. Olly was right, this thing was going to eat him up and he was completely helpless to stop it. If his bladder hadn’t already emptied, he’d have pissed himself again at the realization. That tongue was so cold it burned against his skin like dry ice. It snaked over the gashed tender skin urging fresh blood to bubble up to surface for it to lap up with relish like a starving animal. The blood seemed to plump the monsters too thin body. Filling it out and bringing a healthier tone to that pasty skin. Helping it seem more human and less skeletal, but still monstrous beyond comprehension. Those frightful teeth nicked his skin as it’s mouth suctioned over one of the larger gashes. Pulling with enthusiasm and filling it’s mouth with hot coppery blood.

”My son. You w-wanted my son.” Graham managed to get out weakly. His head spinning and body still shaking fiercely from fear and a bone chilling cold that clung to the monster.

”Hee’s MIIINNEE!” the monster hissed, lurching forward so their faces were just an inch apart. Forcing Graham to stare into those glowing alien eyes, so close he could see little flecks of golden sand shifting about chaotically in the monsters iris’.

”NO!” Graham spat, his head lifting up off the floor and eyes burning with new found purpose. ”You will not touch my son!” he demanded, firming his voice the best he could but the monster could easily hear the shaking, the uncertainty, the fear. It made its nostrils flare as a visible pleasurable chill ran down its large frame. Followed by another deep chilling cackle as it rose up. Eyes boring back into Graham’s, lips pulling into a thin toxic smile that made his angular features seem even more otherworldly.

”SoOo hoNOrablee, SSSsoo *fAmiLliaaar.” it crooned out, those dark flames licking up more intensely around its body. It’s skin, muscle, and tendons twisting in on itself turning the monster into a mass of different pieces. The flames engulfing it fully for several seconds, when the darkness at last ebbed away it wouldn’t reveal the monster that was sitting atop him only second before. But a bulky middle aged male with scraggly brown shoulder length hair dusted with salt and pepper, a thick beard, and with eyes that matched Graham’s own. Except they glowed brightly.

”D-dad… “ Graham whispered in shock, his mind reeling. It was his father, but not like he was the last time Graham had seen him before his death. Old and frail with white hair and sunken in dead eyes. No, this was his father back when he was his sons age and his father was his age now. It wasn’t possible. Graham’s mind couldn’t put the pieces together. His father was dead!

”Not my boy! Please! He’s just a child!” His fathers familiar comforting voice boomed over him, triggering a deep hidden memory in his brain that had Graham crying out in horror and squirming desperately against the monsters unwavering strength. Fresh hot salty tears running freely down his handsome scruffy face.

”Y-y-you’ve come b-back for mee?” he sobbed out, his chest heaving up and down as he began to hyperventilate.

”I’ve come for him.” the monster wearing his fathers skin corrected sternly, ”Just as I came for you all those years ago, and your father before you. On and on into the distant past. I always collect on my debts, your family owes me a great one. One that won’t be paid until the earth is but a ball of uninhabitable rock and your line has ended.”

Graham couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It challenged everything he thought about the world, scariest of all monsters were real and his family was beholden to one.

”You can’t have him!” Graham practically roared, bucked his hips wildly in an attempt to displace the monster but he didn’t budge an inch.

”I will have him I will, he’s MINE!” the monster seethed, those eyes pulsing intensely down at where he was pinned.

”Take me… please.. take me instead. Graham pleaded in defeat, desperation painted across that handsome tear stained face. He’d do anything to protect Olly, to save him from this fate. Just as his father had done for him.

The monster let out a hearty laugh, his fathers laugh. It almost made him want to smile. How long had it been since he heard that laugh? Even before his father died he stopped laughing, the cancer left little to laugh about. It ate away at everything and stole what little joy his father had, and then finally it stole his life.

”As you wish.” the monster agreed without hesitation grinning in confident satisfaction. Father or son, it mattered not to the demon, what mattered was the soul it needed to revitalize itself. The bargain this bloodline had struck with it bound them inextricably together. He could feed from no others, and yet if it fed too much they would die. Once or twice a human lifetime was all they could manage. Graham’s father hadn’t died from cancer, he died because his essence had been dwindled away by a devourer.

The demon stood, reaching down to take Graham by the hair and yanking him up roughly from the floor before tossing him on his stomach over the small bed. Graham hissed in pain as some hair was ripped from his scalp, gasping as he was flung face first into the mattress. One swift movement would have his urine soaked shorts plucked from his body, revealing his shapely ass to the demon. Though Graham was in his forties his body was well taken care of, you could tell that in his twenties he prioritized his fitness. A habit that had mostly stuck with him throughout his adult life.

Graham quickly got his barring, lifting up onto his forearms and twisting around in place to look over his shoulder. The monster was their still the likeness of his father, naked and erect.

”What are you doing? No! Not as him!” he protested, attempting to twist his body the rest of the way around when his fathers large hand landed a dizzying back hand against his face. His teeth cut into his inner cheek drawing blood, and his ear rang at the force of it. The monster took his wrist and forced him back onto his stomach, twisting his arm up painfully against his back. Pain blooming in his shoulder had Graham crying out, his feet scrabbling against the hard wood floors as his legs were kicked apart.

”Be a good boy now Graham, let daddy take care of you~” the monster taunted, shifting his hips forward to rut his thick burning cock eagerly in-between Graham’s ass cheeks.

”No please NO!” Graham begged, trying his best to shift his hips forward and away, but all he accomplished was pinning them uncomfortably against the frame of the car at an angle that made it cut painfully into his hip bones. His begging was ignored. Thick bulbous head pressing crudely against his virgin asshole. Between one breath and the next, every inch of that girthy cock would be stabbed into his guts.

Graham’s blood curdling scream was cut off when his head was slammed down into the mattress, silencing him. The pain in his ass was blinding, he could feel wet trickling down his thighs and he knew it was blood. He heard muffled sobbing and begging, but it took him a moment to realize it was coming from himself. None of it mattered, the monster was starving, it’s hips pounding a deadly rhythm against his ass. The rushed wet slap of flesh echoing lewdly in the room. The monsters tongue lolled out of its mouth like a dog, tasting the air, relishing the essence plump full of fear and shame. That it forcefully ripped from Graham’s body which jolted hard against the bed with each trust as he was raped.

Within ten minutes the demon had gorged on as much essence as he could without snuffing Graham’s light completely. It would need Graham to recover, he was strong, if it was carefully he could get another feeding or two out of him before he finally died. A drawn out painful death similar to that of his fathers, he’d be a husk by the end. Graham was completely limp and pliant, silent too, he hardly had the strength to breathe. A gruff moan would have him flinching as his fathers strong body pressed down over his back, hot seed filling his bloody, bruised, ravaged hole.

After a moment it would lift off him, but instead of his father there stood something else. Something beautiful and deadly. Tall and pale with pointed elvenesque ears and raven locks all the same length that fell down past his round ass. Long half-hard cock covered in blood that smeared up his groin. A body cut from marble, a handsome face with elegant pointed features. It would have been hard to see where the spindly creature from under the bed came in at all. The only thing that remained the same were those golden eyes. That glowed, pulsed, and shifted in the darkness as he stretched his lean muscular body out with a satisfied moan. He would lean over Graham, brushing the tear sopped hair from his wet cheek so that he could see his face. Graham made no movement, he didn’t want to look at it again. ”We’ll see each other again soon dear one.” it whispered lovingly in Graham’s ear, pressing a light kiss against his cheek that had Graham squeezing his eyes shut. When he opened them again the monster would be gone, but he knew it wouldn’t be forever.