Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Avenged Sevenfold
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A soft wind blew through the forest making the leaves
seemingly dance in the light of the moon. A cloaked figure stood in the dark shadow of its favourite
tree, one that was just as old as he - one hundred and twenty-six years of age. It stood in waiting
of its next victim, a late night runner perhaps, or a misfortunate soul who lost their way. The
forest was rarely visited by tourists due to the overwhelming size of the area and the fact that
there was only one narrow path that guided you through and if you happened to stray you were left at
the mercy of the creatures that inhabited the wooded plain. As it waited, the murderous myth looked
at its surroundings.
Nocturnal animals were coming out of their nests, burrows and dens. The mothers searched for species
lower on the food chain to feed to their babies; and if enough, for them to feast on as well. They
went about their business unaware of the deadly beast lurking a few metres away, or they chose to
ignore it and hope that it didn't feed on their offspring. The ground was covered with fallen
branches, moss, stinging nettles, brambles and thousands of leaves. The trees were planted closely
together, providing excellent coverage for the predator that lived in the mountains above the
The hunter shifted on its feet and raised its head to scan the path for life. Of course with it
being inhuman, it had inhuman senses and could smell her before he saw her. He could smell the tiny
beads of sweat that were just breaking out on her forehead. He could smell the Honey and Oats
shampoo she used that morning. And best of all he could smell the blood that was pumping around her
body. It stood in waiting for another minute, eager to get its next meal.
A woman of twenty-six years, seven months, two weeks, three days, six hours, forty-two minutes and
thirty-one seconds was doing her weekly run through the woods. She preferred to do her exercises at
night as she didn't have to come into contact with anyone. She was wearing black shorts with a neon
pink coloured tank top along with yellow neon legwarmers and reflective wrist bands. Although she
was a disaster as far as colour co-ordination was concerned, she was strikingly beautiful. Her tight
red curls were tied into a high ponytail with a few loose ringlets springing out. Her green eyes
were hidden under thick, long eyelashes which were covered in mascara to show off the maximum
length. Her lips were full but not big enough to make her look like a trout. Her cheekbones were
high and the skin was tainted pink. Oh yes, the beast was going to have fun with her tonight.
It waited for her to run past the tree it was hiding behind before it moved. The creature wanted to
get a good look at its victim before it feasted on her. He watched the lean leg muscles work with
every step she took, he watched the way her hair moved in the light breeze, and listened to the way
she exhaled every breath. He could tell she needed to stop soon, and he knew she wouldn't be leaving
the woods for another hour yet so he waited and watched patiently to make his move.
A few minutes later it watched the woman slow down to a halt and bend over to try and catch her
breath. The murderer made its way silently to the path and walked towards her. He didn't make a
sound until he was standing directly behind her and purposely stood on a twig. The woman jumped,
lost her balance and fell to the floor.
"Jesus Christ," she cursed under her breath as she tried to get up.
"No; the name's Johnny Christ and trust me darling, I'm no saviour," he rasped. ``Tonight baby, you're mine,'' he hissed as he advanced towards her; flashing his
fangs in the moonlight.
The girl was frozen in shock, horror and amazement. She found the slayer strangely attractive. His
hair was a blonde colour but it had a tint of grey like a layer of mist. His eyes were a light
brown, trapped by a ring of yellow which seemed to sparkle in delight as he watched her squirm.
It slowly lowered itself to the ground and crawled on top of her, smelling
every drop of blood inside her luscious body. The woman's breath was becoming more rapid by the
second and her entire body was shaking. The predator caressed the mortal's cheek with its clawed
fingers that had appeared from beneath its hooded cloak. He dug one of his nails into her skin and
she released a deafening scream. His forked tongue emerged from his mouth to lick the tiny droplets
of blood. The female tasted so sweet, and the hunter was eager to taste more. Without hesitating it
sliced open her neck with its fangs and mercilessly feasted on her blood as she thrashed underneath
it. She was no match for the monster's strength and she knew it, but she had to give it her best
It was useless, her blood was spraying out of her neck like a water fountain, and the woman was
losing consciousness in a mere few seconds. Blood was spilling out of her mouth and she choked,
coughed and spluttered before she passed out and slipped into a five second coma before finally
The beast lapped up the rest of the blood before standing up and wiping its mouth on its skeletal
Her pale body lay on the ground, drops of blood
trailing down her neck like rain down a window. Her clothes torn in suggestible places, waiting to
be found. It's not long now, until the sun rises, highlighting the corpse, splayed out like a rag
doll. They'll never find the culprit. He will have flown from the scene moments after watching the
essence drain, just like the blood out of his latest victim, relishing in his dark deeds.
Well... It's been a while since I've posted. So I thought I
would add something before all my exams start and I won't have time to write anything.
I have no idea why I called this fic "Jeepers Creepers"; I suppose it just popped into my head.
Although I do love the film. :D
Thanks for reading, please review! :)
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