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HUNTERS
Hurry! We’ll get caught!” Stacie hissed.
“How do you know they’re behind us?”
Gideon whined.
“I can sense them,” she snapped.
He slumped onto a boulder. “Is this a
Halloween joke? Beautiful aliens that eat brains like candy? No way.”
Stacie’s body tingled. Danger was close.
“Fine. Sit there if you want. I’m outta here!”
Gideon struggled to keep up. “Okay, I’m
coming—but if you’re lying—”
“You’ll what? Bitch!” she snapped.
Handsome, muscular, soft as cotton, and narcissistic—he was no partner in
peril.
“Witch,” he muttered.
“Run!” Stacie bolted.
Her lungs burned; he lagged behind.
Smoking and out of shape, he waved her on. “Go ahead. I’ll catch up.”
Stacie ducked behind a bush, watching.
Two women, impossibly gorgeous, glided toward Gideon.
“Are you all right?” they echoed in
perfect unison.
He slumped against a fallen tree.
“Winded,” he muttered.
The blond stroked his hair. “Sit.
Water?”
“Yes, thanks,” he said, gulping.
“Out here alone?” the redhead asked,
voice soft, but there was menace underneath.
“Came on a dare. Haunted woods,
Halloween,” he replied. “My partner got scared.”
“Perfume?” They sniffed the air.
“Yeah, too flowery. Yours…different,” he
said, flirting.
Stacie’s stomach churned. Should she
intervene? Wait? Sneak away?
Then Gideon’s body went slack. Those beautiful model's had poisoned him. They held his head between them, guiding it forward.
Their mouths opened impossibly wide.
Thin, long tongues slithered into his ears. Wet, slurping noises filled the
clearing. Stacie gagged.
Horrified, she watched as they drew his
brains out, consuming him with unnatural grace. His confusion, terror, and
faint pleasure vanished with the final pull.
Stacie’s heart pounded. Beauty was the lure. Perfection was a weapon. Out here, in the haunted woods, it didn’t matter
that they were gorgeous. They were monsters, and the cost of curiosity—or of
weakness—was death.
The redhead’s eyes flicked toward the
shadows where Stacie hid. Her mouth curled in a knowing smile. Stacie’s breath
caught. Escape was not guaranteed. Not tonight. Not ever.
The forest was alive with predators who
didn’t need to hide. Only someone fast, clever, and cold-hearted could survive.
And Stacie knew she’d need every ounce of her strength to make it through this
night.
Gideon was gone. Beauty had sucked him
dry, body and mind. And now, the hunt had truly begun.
© Yolanda Renée 2025
383 Words
Formerly published on January 28, 2015, as Beautiful Suck’s, rewritten this year for Halloween.
HAPPY
HALLOWEEN!
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