Posted by Clemstra on August 21, 2004 at 14:05:39:
Copyright 2003 Clemstra
Love so Rare - By Clemstra
They had been trapped in enemy territory, and nothing was what
they had been told. The women were not maddened, hormone
driven sluts. They were deadly, driven warriors. They were
no longer human exactly. Something else that HQ had neglected
to say. But then HQ would've had to admit the entire thing was
just propaganda. The commander of company C infiltration didn't
like what he was seeing. It just made so much shit of the line
of THEM being the master race.
The women were something old come back again, or so he'd heard.
Donor women, evolution's of light to the dark. They were not
as fast and not initially as strong as his kind of dark.
They had constitutions that wouldn't quit, and while you grew
weaker, they grew stronger. They needed less food then the
average human, they regenerated, Hell, they had to much life
force and blood for their own good.
Which is when they saw men among them. Most but not all the
men were dark, but they'd gone further into the dark then any
so called New World Order man. Crap, they were vampires
drinking blood. Some drank in the life force. Others like
his kind were eating the living flesh and drinking the women's
milk. But the women didn't seem to mind, the men seemed to
be able to cancel out the pain. None of the women were
permanently injured or dead. They regenerated the flesh,
the blood, the life force and more. They were still mortal
though. You could still kill these women. A lot of them had
died in battle. Many more would when it came to the battle
of the Continental Divide.
They'd tried to think that maybe the men were in charge. That
wasn't the case. Almost all the generals were women. Then
they'd tried to convince themselves that these men were slaves
in need of rescue. That didn't pan out either. Some of the
creatures of dark were female, not many, but some. They noticed
a few donor men, not many, but some. The reason the men were
not up front fighting, was that there were a lot fewer men then
women. Great, the women were defending them, the men healing
the women and helping them. It wasn't so clear a case of
predator and prey, as symbiosis. They needed one another.
They'd spied the true predators though. Men and some women
who had gone so far into the dark that they required at least
every now and then, the total consumption of one of the opposite sex.
Total devourers they were sometimes called. Thing was, no one
seemed to fear them. They seemed to be considered almost
holy, death givers, mercy killers he'd heard them called.
They ate em alive, sometimes cooking them. Unlike his kind,
the prey seemed fine with this. These predators could kill with
pleasure and kindness so they said. He wondered if his kind
could too? They'd never really tried it.
He and his group got out fast before they could be discovered.
Eventually it would be bound to happen and they needed to get
back soon. "We're losing this war" he thought. HQ said we
were the strong, that we were winning, but he'd already heard
that Wyoming and Nebraska had been liberated by the so called
New USA. They would be pushing the New World Order out of
Colorado, out of Kansas, Arizona and New Mexico.
The battle at the Continental Divide wouldn't be pretty though.
Outnumbered by these super women warriors, his people had brought
land mines, booby traps, nerve gas, every biological weapon they
could lay hands on. Hell, let these people be earth friendly.
They claimed they heard the universe, the earth tell them what
to do. His kind didn't give a damn. With all that at the
Continental Divide, they'd pay, oh they'd pay dearly. It
still wouldn't be enough. He knew it was just a matter
of time, a few months, 7 at the most, these are the inheritors
of the earth. Dammit, the bible was right, the peace makers
would be blessed. The meek really would inherit the earth.
Slavery Vs Freedom and Freedom was winning again.
Hate Vs Love, criminy, love was spat on in the New World Order.
People murdered their wives and ate them. Raped and ate
their own kids. Stripped women of their humanity, bought
and sold people as meat. Of course the birth rate had
plummeted and lately massive suicides had occurred among
women of all kinds. Children were committing suicide as
young as age 3, even the males. Hell, we aren't the strong
he thought, were the cowardly weak. Unable even to take our
own lives, so we try to take everyone down with us.
Of course the news in his world never said they were losing.
Never mentioned creatures of darkness with these women.
Never mentioned the women save as ravening mindless hordes.
Propaganda, all propaganda, shit why did they even want the
information his men gathered? It's not like they'd want
to believe it. If they did, he wondered if his men and
he would be allowed to live with what they knew.
He did have his hate, empty as it was. He did have his
envy, never mind his people had the choice. They'd dead
ended their own evolution. But he could envy, hate those
who would one day step on his grave.
"Let's start trying to get home" he said to his group.
If anyone would ever get home was a big question. Those
women might look at most creatures of darkness as friends,
allies, and family. But they viewed men of the New World Order
and other such groups, as rapid dogs. They wouldn't torture
you, just kill you like a rapid animal, with much less sympathy.
They were getting hungry when they spied a farm couple.
Organic farmers, vegetarians, it figured. The man
obviously wasn't a veggie eater. He was in the process of
rolling in the hay and eating his pretty plump wife. Not
enough to hurt her. He was drinking a little of her blood.
She seemed to be offering him a few select portions of herself.
He massaged her upper left arm and started eating flesh from it,
then some of her left breast, a few ribs. She didn't seem
to find it painful. She seemed to find it pleasurable. He
stopped and she was already regenerating. Sweat dripping from
her, the smell of sex about them, they'd gone at it like rabbits.
The man might be a bad thing to handle. The woman wouldn't
be easy either. Better to catch them off guard. He was
helping the woman up now. She was preggers. The
commander couldn't remember the last time he'd seen,
much less eaten, a pregnant woman. This would be a fine
meal for Company C.
Julie couldn't believe her joy. Life with Jack just got
better and better. Love, God love was so strong, they
had one another and now they would be parents. She
remembered the day the change had taken place. Her whole
family dead from the terrorist bio weapons, her alive
and changed. Jack had gone through the terror and pain too.
His changes were to the dark, while hers were light. Love,
she'd never believed in love at first sight, until she and
Jack had met.
Oh it might have been just the lust and hunger for him, the
need in her. So she had told herself, but all that was a lie.
How, she couldn't know how, but they loved one another. Their
love just kept getting stronger. Now they would soon be
parents. She'd had to concentrate on eating more. She had
Jack to support and now a child as well, two mouths to feed.
They'd been spared the war. As if some kind being wanted to
spare their innocence. She'd never felt the urge other donor
women had to fight. To be some sort of antibody to a disease
that threatened them all. Jack hadn't felt any urge to go
either, so they had taken her families farm. They'd both
lost so much, their families, but now they had one another.
Later people said that many who had survived had changed due to
latent genes. The genes had been there, but had never been
activated. The extreme need for survival had turned them on
in some, but not all survivors. Bringing back types of humans
that were legend and in some cases pushed some into actual
immortality.
Jack and her hadn't seen any immortals, till one day
they'd met a death giver. A man now totally of the dark.
A separate immortal species, symbiotic with humanity. He'd
been there to ease the pain of a terminal patient. To give
her 4 months of good life in place of 8 months of pain.
In the end he would consume her, that was the trade off.
There would be no pain he told them, no fear. It would be
a happy good death, with great pleasure. Yes he would feast
well on her, praying she went to a better place. Yes, he'd
prepare, cook and eat her alive. She would fully be into that
by then. Her body would change in the end, to be a food factory
for him, she'd want it.
It was a strict profession the Death Giver told them. Not
all of his kind of total devourer did this, and unfortunately
not all were so scrupulous. Pleasure can be ever more deadly
then pain, one must be careful. In the mean time his patient,
the woman he cared for, would live gloriously. When she died,
she would die well in the greatest pleasure. Was this so horrible?
Jack and her agreed, it sounded a fair trade.
It was like that class in myths she'd taken. It had seemed so
real. That visiting Professor Glause from Miskatonic, had read
some ancient myths. One had been the tale of the beginning of
the human race, from a now long extinct civilization. She
remembered Professor Glause telling the tale. How she had
been intrigued, cried in the end. It was a sad tale all in
all. Unlike that tale, she and Jack would have a happy ever after.
"The Dark Goddess and her consort of light, gave birth to a child
of light. But she was mortal, still they loved her and gave
her all the earth. The child had loved the earth and all
it's animals and they her, but she was lonely. Mother, father
she said, all animals have a mate. You two have one another.
Where then is my mate?"
"The Lady of Dark and Lord of Light, told her they could make
her a mate. Dark to her light, but he would need her to care
for him. Her mate would be as she had once been when new.
Creatures of dark were needful of the light and delicate in
their nature. She said she would care for him. Would feed
him with herself, love and protect him. So they gave her a
mate, male to her female, dark to her light. She loved him
with all of her soul. Many children did the two have. Most
seemingly between light and dark, only a few like their dark
father or light mother, and they were happy."
"The mother of Dark and father of Light said, this is good,
but know also that love is very strong. Love for creation and
destruction, for if it gives joy it can also bring pain."
The commander of the New World Order had waited till the couple
had bedded in their little beds, in their little house.
Probably sleeping with dreams of joy. That would end this night.
They broke in quickly, through the windows in the bedroom.
They tried to seize the couple by surprise. Unfortunately,
the couple awoke, quickly fighting. The man fought for
his wife and unborn child with the fury of a demon. The
woman likewise fought for her husband and unborn child.
The commander lost 2 good men before they killed the man,
a man more dark then he or his. The woman fought until
she seemed dead, killing another two of his men.
"Damn, not even a live meal!" As they prepared to feast on
her cold flesh, they were attacked by a mountain lion.
Stupid he thought, he'd noticed these people seemed to
welcome wild animals into their homes. They should have
checked on that, but his people didn't even have old time
cats and dogs, much less wild animals as companions.
Another reason to hate and fear these people he thought.
His men had barely gotten out alive, no feast that night.
It'd been a total waste, with a loss of 4 of the 14 of his men.
Now there were only 10.
They'd lost more to a married couple of civilians, then to
the enemy when they had been spies in the enemies armed
camps. "Damn It," and he was still hungry.
They'd come on a lone woman collecting night herbs. A
regular old fashioned human woman, no mutations, no changes
and not that strong. If they hadn't gagged her, the screams
would probably have been most musical as they consumed her.
They enjoyed her struggles as they stripped her, ran their
hands up and down her body. They discussed playing with her,
but they were good and hungry. Still they took time to tease
her with their tongues, tasting her before biting in, chewing
on her living, struggling flesh. Her gagged sounds of pain
only brought one response from him. Looking her in the eyes
he said "You taste really good," then he smiled and went back
to eating her nice inner thigh. Being the commander he got
her cunt meat too.
Julie awoke to the sand paper tongue of the mountain lion
they had been nursing for a broken leg. He'd become
a member of the family, they'd thought he'd stay the winter
till he was healed and able to hunt again. She was cold,
so cold and confused. She remembered what had happened.
The mountain lion seemed confused, angry. Julie looked
over and found Jack, what was left of Jack. His head
bashed in, very, very dead. She instinctively moved her
hand to her stomach and found no life there. Jack was
dead, even their child was dead. It was all gone, nothing
of him left. Physical pain no longer mattered. It didn't
come close to the emotional anguish, as she started screaming
over and over "No, No, No."
The commander and his men rested. The last bits of the woman
they'd caught, digesting within them. She'd been yummy! To
bad the pregnant bitch had died. She'd have been a better feast,
more life essence in her flesh, and the unborn child a nice snack.
They rested for the night, making certain there would be no
remains found of the woman they'd just consumed. They
intended to get home. They'd already taken to many casualties,
and to a couple of farmers? Disgusting he thought!
Somehow Julie had made it to the phone. She called for help
from the town. They came, Julie still wanted to think that
somehow Jack and their child still lived. The mountain
lion seemed to be sniffing the scents of the men that came.
"remember their scents" Julie said. "We need to get them,"
then she lost conscious again.
Professor Glause's voice again, remembering the tale.
"One fine day the daughter of light went out with her
children to find berries. Her dark mate danced and
sang in joy of being alive, of being a father and of love.
But a serpent was sleeping and he did not see it. He
stepped upon it accidentally. The serpent in pain, in
fear bit him. When it saw what it had done, it cried
out. But what was done was done and the dark mate of the
daughter of light fell. He struggled with his dark against
death, against leaving his mate and children. For what lay
beyond life he knew not, but he died. The serpent crying
stayed by him and guarded his now dead form."
Help had come, they'd had to remove the unborn child and
put Julie to bed. They tended her and helped her regenerate
her injuries. All the while she keep asking about Jack.
She had to know, but somehow wanted to desperately think him
still with her.
The commander was able to get his men back. Back to the
New World Order territory. It was BULL SHIT, the elite
didn't want the truth. They wanted lies. They wanted to
hear that the enemy was dying out just like the New World Order.
They wanted to hear that the women were maddened animals. They
wanted to hear that all the men in their territories were slaves.
None of which was true. His men gave their reports, were
assigned to other duties, told to shut the fuck up if they
knew what was good for them. Four men dead, months of danger
and it was all for nothing.
When Julie recovered, they said those that had done this were
long gone. Probably beyond the freed territories, and back
in their dying New World Order. Julie only knew pain. Not
physical, for that had passed, but some things are beyond
the flesh and do not so easily mend.
Professor Glause continued the story. Julie had gulped,
feeling sad already. The tale would not end well.
"The woman of light with her children found him, dead, laying
as if asleep. His body remained, but his soul had left.
Never would he smile again. Never would he need her blood or
substance to exist, he had gone. The serpent had told the
tale and was not to blame. The children mourned their father
and cared for their mother, but their mother could not overcome.
Their love had been so strong. His loss was to much for her to
bare."
Julie knew of at least one group of people who could trace,
track, and bring justice those responsable for the death of Jack
and their unborn child. The child had been a little boy. They
said so like Jack, but they didn't let her see him till the funeral.
She put seeds of Jack's favorite flowers and a spruce tree on the
bodies before they buried them. Jack would have liked that, but
Jack was gone now.
"I'll be with you shortly love," she said. "Those men will
never hurt anyone else, ever again." She'd make certain of that.
She knew, she'd heard of them, the dark brothers and sisters, some
called them The Wild Ones. They knew only their own laws, the price
would be great. A woman went to the circle of the dark brotherhood,
with no guarantees, even if they agreed, the price was steep. It
was a price Julie was willing to pay. She no longer felt alive
anyway.
The commander went back to living in a dying society. Creatures
of darkness that had never sought life or death, and were denied
both, or so it seemed. So they systematically went about
killing one another, and all others that dared to seek to live,
to grow. To live like that you have to lie to yourself. You
lie each and every day. You lied about not ever growing in
darkness and claimed that the pain brought flavor to the flesh.
That surely you would grow in strength, but you didn't.
You lied about having no children to carry after you, about
raping and eating your own daughter or son. You lied about
being alone, about your murder of your wife, of your mother,
of all you once cared about. You lied about people just
being meat, denying them any semblance of life, even though
they have. Then you go on and act as if it's normal, and
strangely it becomes normal. Just another day at the
slaughter house, just another death, just another rape,
just following orders you know.
Julie made out her will and said her good-byes. They
sent a death giver to counsel her out of doing whatever
she planned. If not he could help her die, consuming
her in the process. She thanked him, told him she had
a plan. That's what probably worried him the most.
"What are you planning Julie?" A ropy thing came out from him,
covered in soft fur like velvet. He embraced her with the
fur covered appendage and made her look him in the eyes.
"I won't let these people do to anyone else what they did
to Jack, to our baby" she told him.
"To you" he replied.
"I have a right, " she told him. He only trembled.
"You know only pain now Julie, but bare it. One day you may
have joy again." He was almost pleading with her.
"I'm sorry" she said. "I know you mean well."
"What are you planning Julie," he asked? He knew though.
"Tell me you're not going to the dark circle of brothers,
the wild ones? Julie, those men know only their laws.
They will take your life and maybe more."
She could only look at him. "I don't have a life anymore,
I'm sorry." She left to find them.
The commander relaxed. At least he knew the rules of the
New World Order. Of course the rules were not always followed.
If the elite desired his death, there were to many ways to get
it. They probably wouldn't bother. They had entertainment's a
plenty to occupy themselves. The New World Order had raided
a town to the south west. More then 10 thousand taken alive
and the far south was weak. Unfortunately, the New USA wasn't.
The New World Order's days were numbered. The commander
decided he might as well enjoy it while it lasted. He had
a fine piece of meat to savor. A 16 year old Hispanic, a virgin.
She looked into his eyes begging, mercy was the providence of the
strong, not the weak. The New World Order knew no mercy. Her
screams were musical. She was on the spit for over an hour before
being removed. Still alive as he ate her. She screamed more when
he started chewing on all that nice flesh.
After all other matters were handled and no one could talk
her out of it, she made the very final preparations.
She fasted for two days and nights, drinking only the
purest water. It was a recommended thing. If you are
offering yourself, you wanted to be clean inside and out.
She went to them. She couldn't say how, but she found them.
In a lonely ravine, far from all homes and inhabitants, she
found them. Perhaps they knew of her coming. Only males were
there. The sisterhood had gone else where. In the dark, she
could see their shapes. They were milling around in a circle
formation. Waiting for her to approach, to enter of her own free
will.
Julie stepped into the circle. They parted to let her move
to the center. There was no turning back now.
"What do you wish of us Julie?" A deep male voice asked?
"I want justice," she said.
"Do you know the cost," the voice asked?
"Yes," she replied.
Remembering again, Professor Glause had taken a drink from
a glass of water and continued. Some of the students
snickered, they thought the tale funny. Julie had to
hear it all, even through the tears welling up in her eyes.
"The woman of light, first mother to all, had no wish to
exist without her love. The Lady of Dark and Lord of
Light had been right. Love was so very strong and now it
hurt to exist without him. She laid out her dark love
on a brier and with all manner of sweet smelling herbs.
She lit the fire that would send his body to the sky to
join his soul. Then she lay on the brier beside him and
all of her children's pleas could not dissuade her. They
touched her forehead with a potion that took away all pain.
Thus the flames would bring no horror. The pain within
was far greater then anything the flames could do."
The commander had kept her alive for days. Roasted nicely,
still fresh and lively after several days of feasting.
She had stopped screaming or begging, and now seemed insane.
Pity he thought, it was more fun when they had their wits about
them. He'd eaten the flesh on her arms, legs, thighs, buttocks.
He might as well finish eating the rest of her.
He'd save the breasts till almost the last. Then her head with
the flesh on her face. Would she do anything he wondered, when
she saw teeth closing over her eyes? He'd find out.
Julie told them what had happened to her beloved Jack, to their
baby. How a woman of regular type had disappeared and was feared
dead. "You want revenge then," they asked?
"No, I want justice. I want what happened to Jack, to our child
and the woman, to never happen to another. I want no other to
have to go through what I did."
"You think we will destroy the entire New World Order, all of them?"
"No, just those that did this."
"Will you pay willingly Julie," they asked?
"I'm yours to consume," she said.
"We don't just eat flesh Julie, we feast on the life force,
the sexual energy, the juices of a woman. Will you pay that
as well?"
"Yes," she said. It would all be over with soon she hoped.
They approached her then, removed her clothing. She made no
attempt to stop them. "We have agreed Julie. Your cause
is just, your pain great. A love like yours and Jacks is rare."
"Your end will be easier then you think."
They did something, she didn't know what. Suddenly it was
if she were with Jack again. It wasn't them that she was with,
it was Jack. Jack as they made love. Stroking his chest hair,
Jack laughing, Jack making love to her. On one level she knew,
could feel them in her, having her, licking her sweat, taking
energy from her. On another level, she was now with Jack, happy
once more.
They stopped without eating her flesh. They laid her out
on a cot and covered her with a blanket. "Sleep now Julie,
we go to do as you asked. When we return, we will finish our
meal with you, sending you to your Jack."
The commander had finished his meat. All that was left was the
woman's bones. For some reason he was thinking of the farm
couple, losing four men, he shivered. The phone rang. Someone
informed him four men from his company C infiltration group
had disappeared earlier. Had been found dead, their bodies
mangled.
"No", he had not keep in contact with the group after returning.
Orders had them disband and not contact one another. No, he
had not spoken to anyone about his mission, of what had occurred."
He received a terse warning that he had better not have. A click
as the other end hung up. Thirty minutes later another call.
Four more in his group had disappeared. This time in plain view,
to be found minutes later horribly mangled. Dead with a look of
horror and pain on their faces. Eight down, just two to go,
he was one of the two.
It didn't add up. The New USA didn't act like this. They
made war. They didn't have dark scary assassins, that went
thousands of miles to enter an enemy stronghold, killing
ONLY a few men. Men who would not be missed by the
New World Order. The only connection being that they
had been on a mission into enemy territory. It didn't add
up. Unless someone was doing this on a personal level.
Friends of the couple or the woman they eaten, or their
families? But what assassins could do this? What price
would such assassins charge?
A knock on his door, the last of his group, Johnson. He
must have heard about the other eight, deciding he was
dead one way or the other, screw orders. As the commander
looked at him, he suddenly levitated, his feet kicking as
he screamed. Something was pulling his arms off. Then his
legs with a pop, his thighs, his upper arms. He was still
screaming as something pulled his head off and stuffed it
up his ass, literally. The body fell to the floor with
a thump, the commander still hadn't seen what or who had done
this. He turned to flee, finding a tall gaunt man inside
his apartment blocking him. He turned again and men, thin,
gaunt, with looks, angry, hungry, evil looks surrounding him.
Thin long fingers like talons, long nails, true predators.
"Why," he screamed.
"We might ask you the same." The one facing him said.
"Kill me then damn it, get it over."
They laughed, he knew it would be far worse then he could
imagine. He had a good imagination.
Time seems meaningless in certain situations. One moment he
had been in his apartment in the New World Order's capital.
The next moment he was in the Free territories, in the mountains,
in a lonely spot. They had stripped him laughing at his horror.
"Did you do this to your victims commander?"
His eyes adjusted to the dark. He saw the woman, that damn woman.
She appeared to be sleeping, no longer pregnant but alive,
sleeping.
"Yes, commander you killed her baby and her husband Jack, but
she still lives, for the moment."
"Do it to her," he screamed. "Do it to her."
"She offered herself up as the price commander. Would
you have ever given yourself for another?"
"Please," he begged.
They laughed again, "what mercy did you ever show your
victims Commander? That mercy we will show you as well."
They waited as if wanting a response from him. He knew
they would know a lie if he told it. There was nothing he
could dredge up to offer. Nothing, not one time he had
ever shown mercy. Not one time he'd ever risked anything for
another.
"As we thought Commander, then so it is for you."
He started screaming. They stuffed things in his mouth, herbs,
oil, salt, incense. They told him what he was to be, a
living incense cone. He'd burn slowly, aware of the pain
for days. But he would smell so fragrant after all. They'd
even let him watch Julie's death. She of course would feel
no pain, no horror or fear. She would join at last, her husband
and baby in death.
Before they went to her to finish their feast, one of them
looked him in the eyes. Eyes coated with a substance to let
him see it all as he died slowly, and spoke.
"Wolves don't hate the deer commander. They don't torture
their prey. They don't kill their own young or rape one another.
Your no wolf commander. Think on this as you burn slowly,
little by little, turning to ash."
They turned from him to Julie. "Julie, awake. It is time
to go to your husband, to Jack and your baby."
She awoke smiling as they knelt down and started to consume her.
There was no pain, no sorrow, she was going to Jack and their son.
They were hungry after the long journey to the west and back again.
Julie would not last more then an hour, an hour and a half at most.
One of them told her, "If there is a door of white light,
go through it Julie. That will lead you to Jack and your son."
They bit and chewed hungrily, eating Julie until she was gone,
dead, their stomachs filled with her flesh.
Professor Glause finished his story on myths. "As her
body burned, she felt herself going through a transformation.
Her children saw a brilliant light lift from the funeral
pyre. Suddenly it was met by a dark spiraling energy.
The energies circled, touched, embraced one another
then left for a better place. The children knew their
mother and father were again together."
As he finished some students had seemed bored, others laughing
with juvenile laughs more befitting highschool then college.
One of them though, a student named Julie was crying.
Some understand the myths and their realities better then
others, thought Professor Glause.
It was over for Julie. Those among them who had the
vision to see, saw the white door of light appear and
Julie's soul go through. She was happy with her Jack
now and their child. Of her earthly remains, bones,
hair, nails, but not the real Julie. The commander on
the other hand would remain alive for days, many days.