The Demon's Bride

PS – Wrote this story a good while ago and took it out this site to be reworked.

WARNINGS: In this chapter, Non-consensual and semi-abuse are within this chapter. Do not read if you sensitive to this kind of thing, I do not want to read a review saying how you don’t like it or anything negative! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Trish walked absentmindedly down the country road in the cold night. She found it a little odd for a summer night to be deadly cold, but she was in her own little world to worry about the cold night. Her red tanktop and jeans weren’t helping her keep warm; tiny goosebumps covered her reveal skin from the icy fingers of the wind. She suddenly tripped over one of her shoelaces and landed painfully onto the ground. Trish slowly lifted herself to her knee and sighed heavily. She fumbled with removing her shoes and socks and started to walk once more. She no longer cared about the rough texture of the gravel underneath her sensitive skin of her feet. She continued to walk down the empty country road, wondering when she decided to go back to the Police Station and meet back with her parents? Tears ran down her cheeks for the six time that day, memories of Darry being taken away and the painful phone call to her parents afterwards.

Trish, after hours upon hours of walking, decided it was the time to head back to the station. She knew she had to face her parents’ tearful faces and the reality without Darry. She slowly turned around and glanced in front of her. Trish saw the road bend in the distance, as well as the thick dense of trees surrounding her. She took a few steps forward before suddenly stopping. There was something amiss, but she didn’t know what? She started her slow pace again, but the chills that ran down her spine wouldn’t leave. She kept having a bad feeling, but she figure she was just tired and hungry. She hadn’t slept or eaten in awhile, so she kept on walking. The night air was still and silent, it wasn’t helping Trish to forget the odd feeling in her gut.

That’s when she heard it. She gasped in fright and her voice was caught in her throat. The infamous honk that echoed in the still night, was the unmistakable truck - the BEATNGU. She lost the will to move as the truck came into view as it appeared from the bend of the road. Trish’s eyes widen with fright; she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Trish felt that time seemed to slow down as the rusty truck came driving down the road. She stood still as a statue as the truck drove passed her; then time quicker turn to normal in Trish’s state of mind. The truck’s brakes suddenly screech to a halt, dust and dirt twirl around the age-old tires as it stopped. Trish took a deep breath, but couldn’t find the strength to move.

It was here, the monster – the demon was here and she was unable to move. Her body shook with fear, Trish quickly close her eyes; trying to calm herself. She couldn’t let the creature know she was afraid; it enjoy seeing fear. Trish’s heart skipped a beat when she heard the driver’s side door open and slammed close behind her. She slowly turned around, amazed that she found the strength to do so. There in the pale moonlight, was the shadowy figure of the monster. He was wearing his duster jacket and hat, his only disguise to be human looking. But Trish knew he wasn’t human, and never will be. Both beings stood still, neither one of them made a move. Trish shallow a thump in her throat, her body still refused to move. Suddenly the demon started to walk toward Trish, a low growl emitted from his throat.

Trish took a couple steps back, but she slipped over her shoes she abandoned earlier. She choked out a scream and dash to her feet. She quickly glanced to where the demon was, but its was gone. Trish took one step back, but she suddenly hit something solid. She felt that her heart stop beating, as well as her breathing. She was too afraid to look behind her, but she somehow managed to glance over her shoulder. The demon stood grinning at her, his eyes cover behind its hat. Hot tears of fear ran down Trish’s cold cheeks, this couldn’t be happening.

The demon could taste her fear that the poor girl emitted; and he was enjoyable. The demon revealed his sharp teeth as it grinned, causing Trish to cry. The salt scent was welcoming. The creature took hold of Trish in a tight bear hug, grinning harder as she started to kick and scream. Trish tried to escape the demon’s tight grip, but to no avail. She choked in disgust as the demon’s tongue licked her tears away, hearing it growl with pleasure made her skin crawl.

The creature lick the salty tears from the girl, tears tasted a lot better when the person was in fear. Tears of fear were like a delicacy to the demon, and he desired more. Trish felt the demon’s grip tighten and emitted another growl of pleasure, there was no way she was going to let him win. The thoughts of Darry in pain by the demon’s own deadly hands that it filled Trish with burning rage. She bashed the back of her head at the demon’s nose, forcing his grip on her to loosen. Trish, taking the opportunity, elbowed the monster’s cheek and dashed into the woods. The demon watched as Trish entered the thick dense of trees; a small smile crept upon its face.

Trish ran through the woods blindly, she was determined to escape the deadly monster or die in the attempt. Cuts and bruises cover Trish’s body and feet, but Trish was full of adrenaline to notice. It was like a maze, she wasn’t sure which way was right or left anymore. Abruptly, Trish’s foot got caught on a tree root and fell hard upon the harsh ground. She moaned in pain and struggle to stand on her feet. Trish cautiously glanced around the surrounding area, seeing if the vile beast was indeed in sight. Taking several deep breaths to calm down her beating heart; Trish began to lead against one of the great oak trees, sliding her body down the rough bark onto the moist ground.

She was safe for now, but she knew that the demon would eventually find her. But unknown to her, the demon silently watched from the branches above. An impish smile crept along his features, enjoying the torment he inflicted upon the new play toy. The creature observed the female’s breast rise and fall from her breathing, wondering if they were soft to the touch. He flexed his claw fingers; emitting a low growl that was unnoticed by Trish. Sweat glisten over Trish’s skin and the droplets look like diamonds due to the moonlight. The Demon stealthily clawed down like a spider and Trish was too oblivious to notice. She was just inches from his grasp; smiling on how easy this was. Trish, to the demon’s disappointment, slowly stood and cautiously walked away. The demon slammed his fist silently on the tree trunk, annoyed on its own cockiness.

Trish walked tentatively onto the barren road, seeing the infamous BEATINGU still park in the middle of the road. She raised an eyebrow with curiosity, was the beast still in the woods hunting her down? She took a step in the direction of the truck, but suddenly stopped as questions began to pop up in her mind. Was the creature in the truck or was there something that was worst waiting in the truck? She frown to herself, what could be worst then the creature that took her brother? She walked to the passenger side of the truck, completely unaware of the pair of eyes watching her. When Trish got to passenger side, she lifted herself to peek through the window. Trish sighed with disappointment; the window was too mucky to see anything.

She sighed again and was about to leave when she noticed something. On the window, a reflection of a figure was seen. Trish looked at it carefully, then gasped in fright when she recognized it. The demon forcefully pushed Trish’s head into the window, causing it to crack under the weight of its intensity. Trish’s body went limped and fell upon the road. The demon looked down at the female, seeing the blood running down from her right temples. Luckily he didn’t put to much pressure to his attack, cause if he did she would have been dead. The demon picked up the unconscious Trish and placed her in the passenger seat of the truck.


Jezelle grasped in fright, the terrible vision return. In her vision, she heard a blood-curling scream follow by loud growl. The person was screaming and moaning in pain and was trying to escape, but couldn’t because of their captor. Jezelle was scared; she knew the face of the person that was crying in pain. The vision revealed a room that was completely dark, but the moonlight from unknown source showed Jezelle whom was producing the terrified screams. It was Trish, and the murderous monster was tormenting her. Jezelle silently cried, this was one of the visions that she tried to warn Darry and Trish before. Jezelle cried louder this time, Trish was going to outcry her last scream.


Trish moaned as the worst headache she ever had erupted from her right temple. Trish’s eyes fluttered open, her vision blurring that it made her dizzy. She rolled to her side and sway dangerously onto her hands and knees. Trish smelled something foul surrounding her, but she wasn’t sure where she was. She felt cold, really cold. Blinking a few times to get her vision back normal as she sat on the back of her knees. Trish glanced downward to her chest, allowing the pale moonlight from the ceiling to cast over her. She gasped out a scream as she realized she was naked. She tried to cover herself with her arms, but large inhuman hand took hold of one her arms. Trish screamed and tried to pull away, but the inhuman hand’s griped tighten. Trish was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace, feeling the familiar grooves and bumps on the leathery skin - The Demon.

“Get off me! HELP, SOMEBODY HELP!” screamed Trish as she struggled free from its tight, lethal embrace.

The Demon ignored her protest and began to lick her cheek. Trish moaned in disguise again by his wet, yet rough tongue. He licked down to her neck and nibble on her flesh. She whimpered as he continued downward, reaching the conjunction of the neck and shoulder. Trish yelped in pain as the demonic beast broke the skin, feeling a small amount of blood escaping the wound. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which please the demon greatly. He enjoyed her tears; the sweet, salty scent tickled his senses. The demon lifted his head to face the female in his embrace, but blink with surprise. Trish narrowed her eyes, twisting her face with hatred at the creature. The demon growled with pleasure, amaze on how she wasn’t screaming. Well not yet anyway…

Trish’s eyes widen as the demon press his lips forcefully onto hers. Trish attempt to struggled free, but the Demon gripped her head through her hair. She started pushing him from her, but it was like pushing against a brick wall. Trish felt the vile beast’s tongue push against her sore lips, parting them to gain access inside her mouth. Trish somehow managed it to free herself from the demon’s grasp and slapped him across his demonic face. There was an awkward silence between them, either one move from their spot. The demon placed his hand over the sore spot where Trish had slap him, feeling the stinging sensuous from her attack. She was indeed a little fighter, something that he had found attractive about her.

Trish took a step back and continued to cautiously watch the monster. But something caught Trish’s attention that she did not expect. The Demon’s eyes, there were so familiar. Suddenly Trish’s eyes widen and gasped in freighting acknowledgment. Darry’s eyes, the monster had Darry’s eyes. Trish shook her head, she couldn’t believe it, but it was true. Trish yelled in rage and charge at the Demon, tackling him onto the ground.

“You bastard! You Monster – I’ll kill you!” shouted Trish as she started raining punches on the Demon’s face.

The demon took hold of her clawing hands with ease and flipped her onto her back. Trish struggle under the monster’s weight, she refused to allow him to win. The demon growled a warning at Trish, but she still was struggle. In anger, he roared in her face, causing her to shriek in fear. He continued to growl at her as he cast down his gaze toward her chest. Her breasts followed the rhythm of her breathing; her nipples erect from the cold. He tightened his grip on her wrist as he moved his head toward her milky bosom. Trish stiffened as she felt his nose between the valley of her breast. She emitted a small whimper when his moist tongue lick across her chest. He moved his tongue to the nook of neck, making her utter a louder whimper. The Demon tilted his head and started to nibble on her chin. Trish felt a tingle in her body, something she knew she shouldn’t be feeling, but she couldn’t control it. She started to renew her struggles, screaming at the demon to remove himself.

Trish screamed in pain as the Demon bite her left breast, his tongue licking along the swollen nipple. She tired to pull her wrists from the demon’s vise grip, but to no avail. Trish moaned involuntary as the demon began to suck on her breast. She continued to moan against his gentle sucking, which surprise her greatly. But it didn’t last long, his sharp deadly claws scrape across her ribcage. Trish screamed in pain, the monster smile at her discomfort.


Jezelle was in her kitchen making herself some tea when a loud crack of thunder roar in the distance. A terrible storm was coming; Jezelle could feel it in her bones. She poured her tea into her cup and headed to her Living room. Lighting flash across the sky as rain began to drizzle onto Jezelle’s windows.

“Oh baby, it’s gonna be a fierce storm today.” She said to herself.

Jezelle started to lit several candles, knowing that a storm would eventually cut the power. She turned off the lights and began to write in her journal. Her journal contained many of her visions, it helped her calm her nerves and help her with the authorities. She was about to write down her latest vision but stop before her pen touch the paper. Jezelle turn the page from the week before, reading it carefully and realize that she already written it down. She put her hand around her mouth, why didn’t she warn Trish – why didn’t say anything when she had the chance?


Trish couldn’t scream or breathe, as the demon’s hard, pulsing member penetrated her womanhood. Hot tears rolled down her face, she grunted as her body shutter from another thrust from the beast. The demon stared at Trish, feeling slightly ashamed of himself. He wanted her willingly, but he didn’t have time before he had to hibernate for another twenty-three years. He had lived for centuries upon centuries, but he had never met another of his kind. This spring the beast decided to mate, and he had chosen a human female. The memory of her bravery flash in his mind, she was beautiful and strong – a perfect mate. The demon’s strong arms surround Trish, cradling her as he penetrated her more deeply. His large wings unfolded from his back and were elevated above them. Trish moaned in as he went faster and more deeply, she felt a hot sensation build up inside her.

Demon’s warm tongue licked across her cheek, trying to soothe the pain he was causing. Trish wrapped her arms around the demon’s inhuman neck, wanting the feeling of being safe and love within this non-consensual act. She knew a creature like him would never love her and make her feel safe, he was nothing more but a demon – a nightmare. The monster began to quickening his moves, causing to Trish to gasp, moan and grunt from each thrust. His power arms tighten their hold on Trish’s body; his wings lowering to form a cocoon surround them.

She was his forever…


Jezelle walked pass her living room window when she noticed a truck driving into her driveway. Jezelle raised a curious eyebrow, now who could that be at this hour. The Driver of the vehicle jump out from the truck, but Jezelle had trouble seeing the person. She watched as the person walked to the passenger side of the truck. Jezelle squinted her eyes to get a better look, but it was still to dark. The person lifted someone wrapped in a tight blanket; the long hair peaking out seemed familiar.

“Trish?” gasped Jezelle and ran to her front door.

The moment she opened the door, she automatically recognized the monster – the Creeper has she called it. He stood a few inches away from her door, standing perfectly still as he look at Jezelle. Jezelle’s glance fell lower, seeing the unconscious Trish’s bruise and cut face resting on the Creeper’s shoulder. The Creeper also lowered his gaze to look at Trish; she seemed so peaceful against his shoulder. He began to move toward Jezelle, causing to shout at him to stay away. But he ignore her and walked pass her and enter her house. The Creeper walked into Jezelle’s living room and gentle lower Trish onto the couch. He moved some wet strains of hair from her bruise face. Jezelle ran up to where Trish lay and lowered herself to her knee.

“Trish, Honey? Can you hear me?” spoke Jezelle softly.

The Creeper knew that Trish would be safe in the arms of this woman, it would be another twenty-three before he saw her again. His reached inside his pocket and pulled out one of his demon throwing stars. He placed it on top of Trish’s blanket-cover chest and left soundless out to the front door. Jezelle watched the demon leave before returning her gaze back to Trish.

“Oh what did he do to you, child?” asked Jezelle softly, but Trish remained unconscious.

But the moment that Trish awoke, her life has forever change…

A/N – More chapters soon for this story. If you didn’t bother with the warning and got sensitive and hated it – Please DO NOT REVIEW.