The Demon's Bride

~~ Author’s Notes: I’m on a roll! But updates might take longer since I start a new part-time job now. But fear not! This story WILL continue!

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“One way ticket please,” asked Trish quietly.

“To where miss?” asked the man behind the counter.

“Anywhere.”

“In trouble or something?” asked the ticket-man; folding his arms as he spoke.

“No.” said Trish coldly.

The man looked at Trish oddly, but complied with her request. Trish looked at her ticket, then at her watch; the bus was leaving in ten minutes. She rolled her eyes, not caring where this bus was heading.

When Trish entered the bus it was slightly vacant, only two or three other people preoccupied some of the many vacant seats. Trish went to the back of the bus, relaxing in her comfy chair as she waited patiently for the travel-bus to start driving. It was around eleven thirty at night; and Trish was tired as hell due to the stress and anxiety she felt for the passed twenty-four hours. Trish smiled slightly when the bus’s engine roared to life. She turned her gaze lazily to the window, watching the station disappear from her sight. Just like everything she ever care for, disappearing in front of eyes and she was unable to stop it. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Darry – oh how she missed her little brother.

Trish placed her hands on her stomach, but something was different. She glanced down to her tummy, seeing it little rounder than it did a day ago. Trish’s right hand smoothed her abdomen in a circular motion, but she dismissed the sudden ideas forming in her mind. Yawning, Trish welcomed the pleasure of sleep embracing her.

Trish gasped out to breathe, feeling her lungs get suddenly heavier. Her brown eyes darting around in fear as she studied her new surrounding. Trish quickly sat herself up from where she laid, feeling confusion taking its hold on her with its invisible grasp. The night sky was crystal clear, revealing the beauty of the silver stars above. Trish glazed upon the silver stars, wondering where she was and how she got there. Her breathing was heavy and deep as it echoed along with her beating heart. Her heart was beating against her chest roughly; causing it to ring loudly within her hollow ears. Fear and confusion was overwhelming, she couldn’t remember ever leaving the bus.

Then a sound of a barking dog in the distance caught Trish’s attention. She quickly looked up to see a yellow school bus and an old rusty blue truck parked next to it. An old man around his late forties stood in the back of the old truck, loading what look like a handmade gun of some sort. Then Trish noticed something flying in clear night sky, a large bat-like creature gliding across the sky with its large wings. Then Trish’s eyes widen with shock, her breath caught in her tender throat - the Creeper. Trish shook her head, this couldn’t be happening! As the Creeper turned to its left toward the bus, Trish felt time slow down.

The Creeper was flying straight toward the broken down bus, but he felt a familiar presence near by. He turned his head to his right, and then his eyes widen as he glaze at the sight before him. The human, the female, his mate was standing there with confusion in her beautiful eyes. The Creeper narrowed his eyelids, she wasn’t suppose to be here. Trish stared back at the Creeper while million of questions bubbling within her dazed mind. Nothing was making sense, wasn’t she just on a traveling bus heading to wherever it’s route was taking it? The Creeper was about to fly toward Trish, but a sudden gush of pain filled his chest. Trish screamed as a spear tied with a long metal rope stuck the Creeper’s chest in a flash. The Creeper screech and howled in pain, he completely forgot about the old human with the odd weapon. Trish stood silently as she stared in the distance where the Creeper fell, wondering if the old man had actually killed the Creeper?

The Creeper shot itself from where it had fallen, ripping off his ragging coat as he flew in the air. Trish gasped out in fear as the bus began fall on its side; it would crush the rusty truck into a pancake. Trish began to run toward the falling bus, screaming at the top of her lungs for the old man to get out of the way. To her relief, the truck dash away before the bus could crush it. Trish sighed and smiled with relief, then a sudden explosion immediately caught her attention. Fire and smoke filled the air, the scent of burning grass, metal, and wood filled Trish’s sensitive nose. She glanced around her surrounding, realizing she was somewhere else now. Trish grunted out in annoyance, what was going on? Was she dreaming or was there something else happening. Then Trish heard a scream and she immediately ran toward the source.

The Creeper, what Trish could see was missing an arm and a leg, was growling at a teenage boy that he had affectedly pinned. The boy was struggling against the almighty Creeper, refusing to allow the Creeper to win. Trish stood angrily as she stared at the Creeper; memories of him raping her replaying in her mind. Her fists clutch tightly, her teeth grinding against one another. Trish was about to move toward the Creeper, but a spear went through her and into the Creeper’s head. Trish glanced down, expecting to see a bloody wound, but there was none. She let out a soft gasped from her lips, confused and frighten was all she could feel. Did she died somehow and became a ghost or was this all a dream? Trish watched the old man slowly stalk toward the fallen Creeper, gripping his spear tightly in his hands. She slowly followed the old man’s lead, wanting to see her living nightmare was truly dead. But to her dismay, the Creeper was still alive. The Creeper unsteadily moved his hand to the spear in his head, trying desperately to remove it. The old man cried out in rage and began to stab the other spear in the Creeper’s chest. The Creeper whimper and howled in pain, struggling hard to breathe against the old man’s attack. Trish wrapped her arms around herself, feeling insecure all of sudden. She watched the Creeper gag out to breathe as its black blood flow from his mouth. Then the Creeper stopped moving, but the old man continued to stab the Creeper senselessly. After a while, the old man stopped and stared at the fallen Creeper; loathing still resided in the old man’s eyes.

“Finally… You’re fucking dead… Finally dead.” spoke Trish as a tear of relief flowed down her cheek.

Suddenly the Creeper’s eyes open in a flash, glaring at her with his now blue eyes. Trish gasped out in fear; the Creeper wasn’t dead. She shook her head in a negative fashion, not believing of the sight before her. The Creeper growled with anger and continued to glare at her.

“Not in the slightest Trisha!” roared the Creeper. “I’ll be back!!”

Trish screamed out in fear as the cold sweat and hot tears cover her face. She cautiously glanced around her, seeing many confused eyes looking at her. She was back on the traveling bus again.

“Bad dream, huh?” spoke an elderly woman sitting across her.

Trish glazed at the elderly woman, slowly nodding her respond and sat back in her seat. Was everything that she witnessed just a dream? Trish swallowed the thump within her throat, her heartbeat still banging against her ribcage. Trish closed her eyes and gasped out to breathe. A few tears manage to escape her eyes, but she was too busy to notice. Trish whimper lightly, still hearing the inhuman, no – demonic voice of the Creeper lingering in her tired mind. Trish began to rub her stomach to help calm her nerves, but the voice of the Creeper still whisper his promise.

“Whoa look at that!” said one of the passengers.

Everyone stood up from their seats and began to look out the left side windows of the traveling bus. Trish slowly stood and began to slowly pace to one of the windows, seeing what the entire fuse was about. Trish’s eyes widen as she stared at the slight in front of her, the yellow school bus in her dream. The local police was taping off the crime scene and moving the traffic along as the scene was investigated. The people began to chat with one another, wondering what could have cause this. But Trish knew what happen, she was there to see it. Trish moved back to her seat, raking her hands through her reddish-brown hair as the stress began to consume her. This wasn’t happening; everything that she witnessed was just a dream. But it wasn’t a dream, she was wide-awake and they just drove passed the damage bus. This was too much to handle, but she remained calm. Trish rubbed her abdomen in a slow, circular motion, breathing softly as her eyes flutter to a close.

Hours went by before the Traveling bus came to halt to its desire destination. Trish sighed and moaned, feeling her stiff body protest against moving. Trish left the safety of the warm bus and allowed her eyes to roam around her new surroundings. Trish emitted a soft yawn and lightly whimpered from her aching muscles.

“Okay, time a find a place to stay.” Said Trish to herself.

Trish strolled down the barren street, glancing at each shop and building during her walk. It began to rain lightly, to Trish’s disappointment, as she search for a shop that was currently open. Her stomach growled, demanding to be fed. Trish sighed and told her stomach it would have to wait a bit longer, but for how longer? She wasn’t just feeding her self anymore; her baby needed nourishment also. Her baby, now fear had her spine in it’s unmercifully grip, if she couldn’t get food her baby would die! She wouldn’t allow that, she refused to allow that!

“You look hungry there, Sugar.” Spoke a soothing voice.

Trish looked up to see a woman with blood red hair staring at her with a warm glaze. The woman took a drag from her cigarette as she began to smooth out the wrinkles on her black dress, still smiling warmly as she unruffled her garments. Trish blinked a few times, removing her wet strains of hair away from her face. The rain continued to pour heavily, but the woman seemed oblivious to it. Tossing the butt of her finished cigarette over the rail; the mysterious woman descended down the small metal staircase toward the soak Trish.

“Would you like to eat?” asked the odd woman.

Trish nodded, entranced by the woman’s unnatural green eyes. There were almost feline-like, but still have some human traits residing in them. The woman smile warmly, emitting a soft purr from her dark red lips. She encase one of Trish’s hands with one of hers, guiding inside the building that she dwell in. Trish glanced up and read the sign above, ‘Dark Side of the Star’. Interesting name for whatever this establishment represented.

As the mysterious woman led Trish inside, Trish couldn’t help notice how everything was so gothic. Morbid would have been acceptable, but gothic seem more appropriate. Trish figured this place was some sort of dinner or a pub, with the decent-size bar and small tables and stools. The woman emitted a soft laugh as she headed to the bar, moving her hips in a captivating appeal. Trish swallowed a sudden lump in her throat, giving the woman credit for quite the sexual appearance. The woman moved behind the bar and began to pour herself a drink. The woman glanced up and smiled at Trish, seeing the young woman nervously stared back at her.

“What would you like to drink or have something eat? I can make you anything you like,’ said the woman softly.

“Hmm, a cheese burger?” asked Trish.

“Sure thing, Sugar. Oh by the way, I’m Felicia.”

“Patricia Jenner, ma’am.”

Felicia smiled and shook Trish’s hand gentle, smiling seductive as she did. Trish thought it was quite odd, but remained silent in order not to be rude.

“I have a feeling this is a start of a beautiful friendship my dear.” Said the woman.


END OF CHAPTER 4