The Rebellion

Chapter one

A/N- I've been working on this for quite some time and finally had the courage to post it. Please let me know what you think and remember there's more to come! Love you all xx

Another chilly draft whistled through the barn’s old, tatty walls that had been in need of a paint job for several years. Juvenile music and excited chatter echoed back out into the darkening day. The sun had set not long ago, meaning it was less than an hour until a swarm of parents came to the rescue, much to the relief of those in charge of hosting. The procession of presents, games, cake and then more games had been an enjoyable but tiring one.

So when an early knock came to the door, the hostess was more than happy to answer with a quick step. A thankful smile was lighting her face good naturedly as she pulled open the slightly wonky door, sure that she could guess which fellow parent had come early.

The smile froze before it was pulled down with confused shock, and fear. Standing before her were several young strangers, all beautiful, all ethereal. The mother, bewildered, drew back, her mouth made dry by the inhuman eyes that gleamed hungrily. “C-Can I help you?”

The clear leader among them stood tall and strong-looking, his rich brown hair long and curls covering the ends, his eyes like depthless ponds of liquid emerald. Her mouth ran dry in the space of a second, the pace of her heart quickening. Before settling to have a family, she had travelled to a great many places around the world and thought she had seen a great many things. But she had seen nothing like him, or the others that stood with him.

“Yes, you can, actually,” the emerald eyed man spoke, his voice a sultry purr with a hypnotic quality. His soft, ethereal face suddenly turned harsh, his face briefly scrunching as his mouth opened and two fangs with a fatal promise dropped besides his front teeth. “See, we’re new to the area and we’re rather…hungry. No hard feelings.”

The woman had no time to scream before he had snapped her neck to the side and sunk his fangs into her throat. His companions moved past him in a blur, not in a hurry as there would be at least three bodies to go around for each of them. The whole barn erupted with high pitched screeches of terror and the tearing of flesh. The scent of fresh blood filled the air, and as his victim whimpered, now in his arms as she could no longer support her own weight, he felt arousal awaken his body. He lowered himself into a kneeling position, the body of the mother draped limply over him, his hand cupping her backside so he could rock her into his hips and stimulate his stiffening member, the faint sound of her moans in his ear. He didn’t know if he preferred that or the screaming.

The mother’s body was soon little more than a husk and he tossed her aside like an old bone. Barely a moment later, those emerald eyes fell on a young girl with a ‘Birthday Girl’ sticker on her blouse huddled in a corner with some of the other children. He bared his bloodied teeth in a malicious grin. His muscles whirred as he lunged for his next morsel, the inhuman speed of his movements leaving her on her back with him crouching over her tiny body, the other children fleeing with only concerns for themselves. Previously it had been him alone keeping the exit barred but now his progeny covered the escape route, keeping their food trapped in.

Gathering the ‘birthday girl’ into his arms, he brushed her strawberry blonde hair from her blood-drained face. “My name’s harry,” he purred silkily, “What’s your name, little girl?”

The reply was a whimper followed by the girl breaking down into tears.

Harry pouted with convincing sympathy, “Oh, tsk, tsk, there now. Why won’t you tell me your name? You don’t want to make me unhappy, do you? I’m already quite sad, I tend to make things hurt more when I’m unhappy.”