Ghouls

I must’ve dozed off again as I woke up with drool coming out of my mouth and my head on the sofas in the back lounge. Completely bemused, I lifted myself from the couch, wiping my chin, until I sat straight. I stayed there a while, rubbing my eyes and adjusting to the surroundings. There was light chat coming from the rest of the bus. I couldn’t work out what they were saying with the doors closed but it seemed fairly soft; happy, almost.I slowly stood, being careful not to go too quickly and make myself dizzy. Soon enough I’d stretched and was opening the door, only to be met with stares and silence. They’d stopped talking because of me and the looks on their faces? Damn, youd’ve thought that my brother had died; all sympathetic and sad. Jeez, I overslept, not lost anyone.

“Hey, Babe.. you okay?” Brian asked softly, stroking my arm. I tugged away; I didn’t need his sympathy any more than anyone else; there was nothing to be sympathetic for.

“Yeah, why?” I asked, confused by them.

He seemed to look around the room for encouragement before answering, “well... after yesterday I just wanted to make sure you felt alright; we were all pretty worried,” he smiled lightly.

This made me even more confused, “what do you mean? What happened yesterday?”
The entire room seemed to sigh. Bri looked for more encouragement, only to be met with more sympathy and bowed heads. “Y’know.. with the lake? You disappearing for hours on end?” he looked worried.

“Psshht.. someone’s been on the pot again, Bri; I was with you and on the bus all day,” I smiled; this must’ve been some dumb joke to try and freak me out, but I was having none of it.

He sighed and let me carry on with making breakfast, placing his hand on my shoulder in support before saying ‘okay’ and leaving with the rest of the guys.

“So, what d’you wanna do today, hun?” Caitlyn asked cheerily, smiling, attempting to lift the somewhat awkward mood.

“I don’t mind; whatever you guys are up to,” I smiled politely back, desperate for the tension to clear as well.

“Well, I think our plan is to just head into the town for a bit and do some shopping. I know you’re not all that into shopping but you’re welcome to join us,” she said invitingly, hopping off the side of the couch and fumbling through her bag in search of a packet of cigarettes.

“Yeah, sure, let me get fed and showered and I’ll be ready to go,” I smiled at her, scoffing as much cereal as I could, making her giggle.

“Yeah, sure, I’m off for a smoke so I’ll meet you outside once you’re done,” she told me, smiling and turning away from me and heading out of the bus.

“Okie dokie,” I called quickly as I finished my bowl of cereals. I put the bowl and spoon in the wash before going in search of some clean clothes and my showering stuff. Once found, I was lucky enough to have an empty bathroom which means no nasty smells and no waiting. I quickly got undressed and into the cubicle. It had been bloody hot the last few days so the ice cold shower was an unlikely friend, welcomingly cooling my hot, sticky skin. I was no longer warm and unable to breathe in the heat; it was a breath of fresh air, as they say.

I dipped my head under the icy stream and let the flow cascade down my body. I could’ve sworn that the water was even evaporating as it touched my skin; us Brits were simply not cut out for this Florida summer weather...

While I stood washing my face, He came to me. The Demon flashed before my eyes. I lost my breath for a moment and my heart beat raced faster. He was getting closer. He was coming. He was after me and He was much closer than He had been previously. He was making his approach. When I was younger, He’d always kept at a distance, a watchful eye on me, but over the last few months He’d been getting closer; appearing in my dreams, causing physical pain in my real life and appearing closer when I saw Him whilst I was awake. Even when he appeared in my eyelids, he seemed closer.

The entire encounter threw me off-course. I quickly washed, dried, sorted my face and hair, dressed and went to find Caitlyn and the rest of the girls.

“Yo, ready to go?” Lacey greeted as she packed her bag.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I smiled, shoving my hands in my pockets and following her out of the bus.
“I think Cait’s already got a cab, so..” Lacey trailed off making her way towards the yellow vehicle in the car park, assuming that was the taxi.

Sure enough, it was. Lacey and I piled in, greeting the other girls, and we were away. It didn’t take too long to get into the city centre, though it felt longer than it probably was; I’d spent the drive staring out the window watching the tall office blocks roll by. The best part was the other girls were far too deep in conversation to even notice that I wasn’t paying attention which was nice; they didn’t interrupt at all.

When we got to the mall, the others started screaming and giggling which arose my impending rage. I could see myself segregated this entire trip, which I didn’t mind as much; meant I wouldn’t lose my shit with any of them and lose some more friends if I spent the day keeping myself to myself...

A little into the trip we’d been to more ultra-feminine shops than I could muster and had had enough coffee to knock out a bull. I’d stuck at the back for most of the trip; waiting outside shops for the rest of the girls and listening to whatever was shuffled onto my phone, until I was almost knocked off my feet; “hey, chick, you okay?” Georgie asked as she linked her arm with mine and walked with me behind the rest of the girls.

“Yeah, I’m good, you?” I managed a smile.

“Yeah, it’s been a real nice day. I think we’re just going for some food then we’re off to the stadium for the show now though so we can relax a bit,” she giggled.

“Yeah, it’s been pretty hectic.. going to the show might just mask it and tire them all out,” I giggled myself.

From that point me and Georgie had stuck together, sitting next to each other in the restaurant and laughing for the rest of the night. She really managed to make me feel a lot better about myself which I really appreciated; she was always so happy and smiley; she was a great person to be around.

Once the show was over, Jimmy and Georgie said goodbye to myself and Brian and left us in the green room of the arena. It was silent for a while, holding each others’ hands, playing with each other’s fingers.

“How was today?” he whispered, close to my face.

“It was nice. Slow and tiring at first but Georgie made it bearable again,” I smiled, looking up into his gorgeous, deep brown eyes.

His fantastic smile spread as he noticed my staring, his eyes moving to my lips and leaning in. It wasn’t long until we were in perfect sync with one another, getting more and more heated as we became more and more excited. We hadn’t been this intimate as often as we used to be, though I was always happiest when we were together, no matter what had happened.

Slowly, I made my way onto his lap, my hands caressing the sides of his head as my lips ventured down his strong neck and defined chest. It was there that he held me, tilting my head up to look at him. I stayed there as his hands wrapped themselves around my ass and thighs, all of a sudden lifting me up and placing me on the couch underneath him.

He started by gently stroking my hips, softly tugging at the hem of my pants and boxers. He began to struggling to undo the buttons on my jeans which, if I’m honest, was pretty uncommon for him. His breath got sharp and angry, growling as he eventually tore the denim apart and stripped me, tearing my shirt off shortly after. Time paused momentarily as he looked into my face, his features seemed almost unrecognisable; he was no longer the sweet, caring Brian that looked after me, but a beast I’d never fully encountered before. Before I knew it, he was stripping himself and pushing into my heat, catching me completely off guard. I couldn’t work out if I liked this new Brian or whether he made me uneasy; he was usually so considerate but this was so... raw, so unapologetic. He immediately started a strong, rapid thrust, his huge member shredding me. Before too long, I was as maniacal as he; the delicious rough fucking was a whole new sensory experience. Our breaths were rugged and animalistic, my nails dragging down his tones back and splitting the skin, causing him to jolt, and thrust harder, the pain contorting into some sick pleasure.

The white ball of pleasure was back and my body was on the brink of explosion. He leant down, licking and nipping at my neck, my fingers ripping into his flesh again only blood wasn’t what came through... it was fur. Thick, black, coarse fur.

I screamed in both the shock of the hair and the unexplainable pain as he dug his teeth into the base of my neck, drawing blood.

“Jesus, you sick, Fuck!” I screamed, picking a shirt off the floor and putting it to my neck.
It was then he started chuckling. This was not Brian any more. As he leant back and rested on the back of the sofa, my breath caught and it felt as if my throat had collapsed. It was Him. The face of my Demon. The Ghoul. His grinning face, wide with the sharpest, whitest of teeth. The reddest, evilest of eyes. He watched me, his smile falling into a snarl, snapping at me suddenly as I ran.

I ran.
I ran.
I ran.

Until I had nowhere else to run.

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