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Dez187lm@hotmail.com id the place to drop you line for this Halloween
treat!  You know the rules, so please abaide by them!!  Enjoy!!  Many
Faces of the Hunter By:  H.D. Meister





I watched her carefully, looking for my chance.  When it came, I
lunged for her throat.  When it came, I tore at her savagely.

I am the beast which mothers often warn their little girls about.  I
hunt the night and seek only my own gratification from their young
bodies.  I have lived long, and, barring any silver bullets, will
continue to live... and breed.

I remember her name;  I remember all of their names.  Yet they mean
nothing to me.  Short.  Tall. Skinny.  Fat.  It all amounts ot
nothing.  All that matters is seeing their faces as I take what
pleasure i can from their lust bloated bodies.  I want only to see
their faces as I fuck them into oblivion, only to snatch them from
within it's walls and do it all over again.

This one was prime.  Her body was too fat for most "men."  I still
find it amusing that mortals see women whit a little more to them as
unappealing, and those who like their women that way are casts as
oddballs or castoffs from humanity.  I like all wmen.  That she was
overweight simply meant that I have more to fest upon.

She was no different.  I plyed me lines, catching her with one of my
more simple lies.  When she agreed to leave with me, I knew I had her.
As soon as we entered my apartment, I let lose the Beast within me.  I
Smiled as she recoiled infear at my hulking form.  I tore off the
flimsy barriers to her given form, and watched as she prayed to
whatever god she believed in for mercy.  She was within my home now;
no god would hear her cries.

I saw the fear within her eyes.  My strength thumped silently, longing
to split this all too blind soul.  I did not give her a chance to
scream;  I took her.  I bathed myself with her attempts to struggle
againts my inhuman strength.  Again and again I filled her, changin
positions to suit my own twisted mind.  No hole was barred to me, and
I partook of them all.  I forced myself upon her, and snarled as I
felt her body respond to my assault.  I coated her with my seed, and
laughed as she felt disgust... and satisfaction.

Let this be how I am remembered.  One of my kind has took it upon
himself to end my life.  Let these words ring clear, for I know what
he does not.  I may find Death at the edge of his silver blade, but
there will be another.  There is always another.  When I die, there
will be another to replace me, and Halloween will know another face of
evil.

And even as I breathe my last, I can still tate her.  Her nectar
birthsed from between her thighs, and her blood as I drained her life
from her as would a leech.

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