Friday, October 25, 2013

Friday Review: Devil


This week might be a little disappointing to some, but I have been more then a little busy. So just one movie for this week, but next week is our big ending. So don't forget to vote at the top people!!

Alright on to the good stuff.


This week the only horror movie I took on, which I think it is not really scary at all, was Devil. Yeah I know what everyone is thinking, M. Night is still doing movies?

He had a good, short, run but now. Lets just say this movie would have been a whole lot better if Stephen King would have gotten his hands on it.

Here is what I liked:
-The characters, yeah most of the characters were fairly interesting and fun to watch. Even if they were all very predictable. Like painfully predictable.

-Interesting death senses, M. Night was slightly creative in the death of a few characters. There is only so many ways you can be killed in an elevator.


-Easy to ignore, yep that is actually a good quality. Makes for a good movie to have playing while I work on my many projects. I just set it up and completely ignore it while it plays.

Here is what I didn't like:
-Predictability of the characters, kind of takes the fun out of the movie. By the time they walk into the elevator we already know who the devil is and who is going to be the last to die. There was no surprises in this movie.

-Story narration, do we really need the narration through the whole movie? Honestly the one character explains it all for us later, why in the hell do we need the narration beyond the opening? It is just annoying and gives to much away too soon.

-Death scenes, or rather lack there of. If they actually showed the people dieing in some bloody way, or we actually witnessed the death's then this movie could have been salvageable. But they cut right as the part gets good, and they don't even cut on a good part. You see a guy doing something and the next thing you know he is dead! There is not to much lead up to the moment, just in the next scene you are like "Oh he is dead…When did that happen?" Show some skill people because right now M. Night is proving he has no storytelling abilities.

-Forgiveness, could the story get any worse? In the beginning we see the cop talking to his sponsor saying he will never forgive the guy that killed his family, and then out of nowhere at the end he forgives him. Because they all just witnessed the devil. Umm… no you didn't dude. You were an on looker who watched as other people were torment by the devil. This had little to no effect on your character, it was just another mystery of the job. Yet all of sudden you are enlightened and want to forgive the guy that witnessed all this awfulness and came clean. Then there is the fact the devil can't take Tony at the end because he comes clean, he stopped lying to himself. WTF? 


Begging for forgiveness at the last second is such a cheap way out!! I am sure if everyone else in the elevator knew about this loop hole, they would have been spilling their guts to. What makes this guy so special that he gets the chance to confess? Oh wait he killed the cops family, yeah that’s right we need a tie in for the plot to make a full circle.

What they could have done to make this movie a lot better, first off take out the whole family dead thing. I mean what was the point of the cop's family being dead other then making the cop broken. Which hardly had anything to do with the movie, because from what I was seeing the cop was on his game hard core through the whole thing. That is not a broken man. Second either learn how to build suspense or show us some insanely interesting death scenes, or more people die. Seriously! The devil's in town people lets up the body count a little, I mean having the rescue crew suffer an explosion or something, liven it up. To me it seems like the devil is like, "ok I won't kill you unless you get too to close." It should be more of "I'm the devil bitch, mess with me and DIE!!" Instead nothing, we get two deaths out of it, TWO!

I feel a little ripped off by the whole thing. Ok I feel a lot ripped off because the underlying concept is fairly neat, and I am sucker for cultural folklore. Just next time give it to someone that can actually make a good movie on a consistence bases, because M. Night does not have that kind of record.

 Yeah that's right, TWO Dr Who gifs!!!

Alright I will stop ranting now, on to the LAST question.

5. What did you always want to dress up as for Halloween, but never got a chance to?
I have dressed up as a lot of things over the years, including a very dorky clown (my mother made me do it! Clowns should not be powder blue and PINK! Why PINK!)
Anyways, I have always wanted to go trick-or-treating as a toy box.

Yeah that's right, a Toy Box!

Think about it, you have this box around your body and you can store all your candy around you! What kid doesn't like to be surrounded by CANDY! But I never got a chance, oh well.

Till Next Time, My Sexy Demon Minions!

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Alive Cover Reveal & Giveaway!

Title: Alive (Crave, #1)
Author: Megan D. Martin
Genre: New Adult Post-Apocalyptic Interracial Romance
Release Date: January 3, 2014


Blurb:
Flesh-eating zombies, dirty sex, and a shattered past…
What’s more dangerous—the man who broke her heart or those trying to eat it?

Fighting to survive, Eve finds herself alone in the world after the Crave—the only parallel of her former life. On the hunt for her sister, she runs into Gage—the first and only boy to have her heart and break it. It’s been four years and he isn’t a boy anymore, nor is he the same person he used to be. Against her better judgment, Eve agrees to stay with him when he divulges information on a safe haven near the small town they grew up in—but that doesn’t mean she has to like it…

Returning home elicits a myriad of emotions that both Eve and Gage thought they had buried. The past and present collide and they are forced to the face bitter deceits that ruined them in the before and threaten to destroy them now…


About Megan:

Megan D. Martin is a multi-published author, mother, student and editor. In her spare time she enjoys decorating her house with strange things that do not match, playing her old school Nintendo Entertainment System, and buying fish for her many fish tanks. To learn more about Megan, check her out on these social networking sites.

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 Till Next Time, My Sexy Demon Minions! 

Friday, October 18, 2013

Friday Review: Stay Alive & Ghost Ship

 
Here we are again, another week has passed and with that more movies!!

This week a friend of mine asked me to do some top 5 lists of scary movies, so I was feeling a little nostalgic and I ended up watching two movies I have already seen before. Still going to share them with you and my reviews on said movies.

Which two did I watch? Like you didn't already know by the post title.

Yep, that's right Stay Alive and Ghost Ship.



Lets start with Stay Alive, I really like this movie, not so much for the level of scare it provides, or special effects. It just comes down to the fact I am a gamer, and it happens to be about Elizabeth Bathory.


So what do I like about the movie?
-Killer Video Game, that is just cool. Not that I really want my death in video games to reflect my real life, but seriously the idea of dyeing like you did in a game is awesome. There is so many creative ways you can die in games.

-Occult, yeah there is a bunch of stuff in here relating to the occult. The whole wild rose, mirrors, and how to kill witches, seriously cool. Mainly because I love researching that stuff.


-Death scenes, no disappointment here. Maybe the effects are cheesy at times, but you have a guy whose mouth gets split open, another stabbed in the neck with shears, and someone ran over by a black carriage in modern day. Awesome!

-The Video game, the game Stay Alive looks pretty freaking awesome when they are playing. That is something I would be all over, if I had the time.


-The Characters, I don't think there is one character in this movie I don't like. I loved each and every one of them, which only made it worse to watch them get killed off one by one. Okay maybe the jerk of a cop that gets killed. I wasn't too upset when he died.

Here is what I didn't like:


-Main Character Back story, I really could have done without it. The whole, "my father went crazy set the house on fire and now I 'm afraid of fire" thing is pointless. I don't understand why it was all needed, just to make him afraid of fire? Fine, why can't you just say he survived a fire, we don't need all this pity party stuff in the middle of the movie. 


-To many things happening, So you have the pointless back story of the main character. Which not only explains he has a fear of fire, that his mothers is dead, but also that he longs for a family. What freaking point does that have in the movie? It has nothing to do with the damn movie. Luckily it is only a small part, a very small part, but I still could have done without it.  Then you have another character having family problems. WHO CARES! Get to the killing people!

Other then that I really enjoy this movie. It is one I come back to over and over again. Yes it is not without its faults, but the characters make it worth watching through the pointless parts.



Now on to Ghost Ship, which is another movie I just like to watch for no reason other then my extreme love for the characters. I find that I am drawn to corky characters with a lot of personality. In a horror movie that is not always good because I tend to get upset after they die.

What I liked:

-The dance floor scene, yeah the one with the girl on the dance floor with everyone, and then the wire coming across and slicing everyone in half. That scene is cool as hell!


-Epps, I love her character, especially at the end where she is like "take that bitch!"

-The Ship in the middle of the ocean, the fact this movie takes place on the ocean is just awesome. Not only does it set that mysterious tone of the strange things that happen at sea, but I also love the ocean.

What I didn't like:
-Ferriman, how in the hell does no-one make this connection sooner? Seriously? I get it for plot reasons that characters are ignorant of who this guy is, but really? Who has that last name in a ghost movie and right away isn't labeled as a suspicious character. Could we come up with something a little more creative people?


-Character Leading, another problem with the character of Ferriman. Could we make it more obviously that he is leading these other characters around? I don't think so, I mean he is the puppet master and you can see it from the very first second they get on the damn ship. Now you can have someone driving the plot and leading the other characters without it being so damn obvious (MindHunters).

These are two big dislikes, but I still enjoy this movie from time to time. It has its high points and like Stay Alive I love the characters of the crew.

Alright time to answer another question.
4. Favorite Halloween Monster?
This is a tough one because I am big fan of the old classic monster movies, and reading my blog you might think I going to pick Dracula, but you would be wrong. My favorite Halloween Monster, and yes it is a classic, The Frankenstein Monster. Yeah I love the big guy.

Don't forget to take the poll at the top. Time is running out people!
Till Next Time, My Sexy Demon Minions!

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Neo's New Home

The one thing I did manage to get done this weekend was a children's book I illustrated for the very talented D.T. Dyllin.

She approached me early in the summer wanting to do a children's book for a local animal shelter, all proceeds will help out the shelter. If you have ever been a shelter you know they need everything anyone can give.

Today the book has come out in print, so lets look alive and share some love with our fury friends. Head over to amazon and get your copy!! You don't want to be stalked by fuzzy, fanged creatures in the middle of the night. Trust me, it is no fun. So give them a place to live and buy a book.

And give some love to the author

Till Next Time, My Sexy Demon Minions!

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

JJ Morris: Lineage Chapter 2

See you didn't have to wait that long for chapter two. What can I say I have been feeling inspired. I don't question, just take it and run baby!



***Chapter 2***
            I woke to a blood chilling scream that shook me from an exhausted sleep. Sitting up quickly, my hand instinctively come to my eyes, shielding them from the blaring sun that filled the living room.
“Pick UP!” a female voice yelled after the initial scream had faded.
            The scream came again only louder from right beside me, my cell phone danced across the coffee table. The pounding in my chest slowed to a normal pace as I snatched up the phone. That asshole boyfriend of mine had done it again. For him changing my ring tone to some outrageous, random, and often times inappropriate alert was what he found to be a good laugh.
            Last week at lunch he turned on my ringer and changed it to a series of farting sounds. Later in the afternoon, while taking our history test, he had called my phone which resulted in a roar of laughter followed swiftly by detention. He did manage to talk to our history teacher, who is also his football coach, so I ended up not having to serve detention. I still had to live with the fact the whole school got a laugh at my expense.
            It was him, that asshole calling me at eight in the morning on a Saturday, no doubt just to freak me out since he knew my mother was away for the next three weeks. Another lame joke he liked to play on me.
            My mother would often spend long weeks away from home with my younger brother, since my father had passed nearly seven years ago she hardly spent anytime with me. At first I thought it was just because it was too painful, or felt sad for me, sad for my brother, and even a little sad for herself. But the following year, when I turned eleven that all changed. She became more distance, hardly said a word to me, after another long year I was taking care of myself. That was when my mother started to move us around every five or six months, and the only thing she ever provided me with was a house to stay in.
            I pulled myself to a stand, still raging from my boyfriend's joke. Sleep holding fast to my head causing a fuzzy feeling as I stumbled into the kitchen, my body felt stiff and achy like I had just survived one of Coach Powell’s track boot-camps that he required us to complete once a year. The phone screamed again, the sudden rush of surprise throwing my heart against my chest once again. I would kill him, slaughter that hot young football player in his sleep. The last thing I felt like this morning was dealing with him, anger about him ditching me at the football field last night still fresh in my mind. Placing my phone on the breakfast bar in the kitchen, I slipped my coat onto the back of a chair, taking notice right away to the pile of mail on the counter, more to the point, the envelop with my name on it. It was addressed to “JJ” something my father always called me, it was better then my real name, Josephine Jennette.
            After his death I stopped allowing people to call me JJ, it was more of a special bond between my father and me. Our first move was a secret blessing for me, I could start over and no one would call me JJ again. Instead I introduced myself as Joey, the move didn't lessen my disdain for my name. A year after that a mysterious large brown envelop would appear in the middle of every month. Always addressed to me, and always full of twenty dollar bills that totaled four grand. No return address, postage marks, stamps, or even my current mailing address. Just my name “JJ Morris” written in thick blue letters.
            I remembered the first time it came, my mother handed me this strange thick envelop and told me I could do whatever I wanted with it. When I saw what was inside I felt like the richest person in the world, I didn't question where it came from or why. My little eleven year old mind was just thinking about all the things I could buy with it. Two months after that my mother had stopped supporting me, she didn't even buy food anymore for the house. Her and my brother would eat out every meal, and leave me alone in the house. Sometimes it felt like I was completely alone, like I had no family, but it has been that way for so long it is just habit. A norm.
            Confirming my little brown package contained the standard four thousand I tucked it away in my pocket. These monthly envelops were just what I needed for next year when I started college. In two months I would be seventeen, and well on my way to graduation, then I would be out in the world. I would no longer be under my mother's rule of constant traveling, I could stay in one place as long as I wanted to. Make friends even, and have roots in one location. This money would help me with all of that.
            Stopping in front of the kitchen sink I just thought about it a little more, how wonderful it would be out in the world all on my own. Then again nothing would really be changing, I practically lived on my now. Turning on the cold tap I cupped my hands to gather the water, cold rushed through my body making me feel a little more awake. Finally, building up the courage I splashed the refreshing cold water onto my face, right away the sleepy fog that had gripped my head was gone. I felt refreshed, the puffy haze in my eyes had started to fade away. Standing there for a moment I readied to do it again, another splash should knock the rest of the groggy feeling from my head.
“AHHHHHHHH!” my phone yelled, and my heart jumped back into my throat.
For Fuck Sake!
            I growled to myself as I toweled off my face, and reaching for the phone that was dancing across the wood counter top. Rage boiling through my blood, I was tried, felt like hell, annoyed at David for switching my ring tone, and I was hardly a morning person to begin with.
“What?” I growled into the phone.
“Did you hear about Katie?” David answered back.
            His first words to me since last night. Not 'did you make it home ok' or 'sorry I rushed off with my teammates, and left you stranded.'
“It's alright, I made it home just fine!” I yelled through my phone, pacing about in the kitchen to try and cool my temper.
“Sorry babe,” he said in that smooth boyfriend like tone.
            David Rose had a smooth, slick air about him, and those big green eyes he sported didn't hurt. He could charm is way into or out of anything he wanted. He was the catch of Portstown High, every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him. Despite the act he was only a tight end on football team that had not won a game since the town was established. Still he is a member of the social pop group refereed to in the school hallways as “The Five”. The lack of creativity or imagination in this town was so clear at that point. The social network, labeling, and segregation was still the same in this place like every other school I attended, even if the town only produced a little under a hundred students per grade. On top you had “The Five”, which was made up of the five students who came from the richest families, they were also decent from the original seven families that had established the first settlement that later grew into Portstown. Which made them old money, and according to Baker, the Five's leader, that was far more impressive then new money.
“Did you hear about Katie?!” he asked again with glee. The charm had fallen from his voice, and now it was right to business.
“No,” I replied back in a defeated tone. “What rumor do you have for me today?”
            Katherine Marsh was one of the most hated girls in school, a teacher's pet who took all the college level classes I did. Top of the class, played four instruments in the band, head of the Glee club, lead vocalist in the Sharps singing program, and still managed to have the hottest, aside from David, down to earth guy in the school as her boyfriend. This put a big target on Katie's back, not because she was smart, or successful, it was because of her boyfriend Jacob. The way I heard it from sources, Baker had asked Jacob out the beginning of seventh grade, his family was the sixth in the circle of seven that established the town. It would only be socially acceptable if he was to date Baker. Shockingly Jacob turned her down, harsh was the word my source used. From there he doomed anyone that would agree to date him Baker made sure of that, and spent her time spreading rumors about Katie all over school.
            Before long Katie had lost every friend she ever had growing up, aside from Jacob, no one seemed to talk to her, no one would work with her in a group, and despite all of that she still managed to be top of the class. It was rather impressive and I respected Katie a great deal for that, even if we are academic rivals.
            I had stopped pacing, instead I just stood there rolling my eyes. It was so early, on Saturday, and he called me to spread rumors. This day was already starting out to be shit.
“She's dead! Ding dong the witch is DEAD!” he laughed in delight.
“Very funny David,” I mocked him. “This one is a little beneath you guys.”
“I'm serious Joey,” his playful tone fading. “She is dead.”
            The shocking reality that someone I knew had died hit me hard. Granted I wasn't her friend, and I hardly spoke a word to her in the year and half I had been at this school. It still hit hard when someone so young, and you knew had passed away. The reality that they were there one second and the next completely gone from the world, it would hit anyone hard.
“What happened?” was the only thing I could think to say in reply.
“I didn't get the full details from Baker, but they are saying she was attacked.” his causal tone was more then a little disturbing. “She said it looked like some type of animal, or a dog attack.”
            Ice built up in my veins, the life drained from my face, I felt dizzy and my knees started to shake. David's voice drifted off as he said something about blood, and parts of her scattered across the train bridge. The bridge I had only been a few feet away from on the tracks.
Did it all really happen?
            The memory of last night was gone the second I woke this morning, nothing lingered from the awful events, and now it all came rushing back. That awful red glare, the dash for safety, and my strange savior who later tried to kill me. Even now as I listened to David ramble on, I refused to accept it. Playing it off as some awful nightmare, some very insane misunderstanding or distortion of actual events. My chest tightened as I leaned back to look at the front door, a small gap of bright sunlight shown where a brass lock once had been. The whole world seemed to dull, fade away as the terror came rushing back to me. Deepening as I noticed the brilliant red color of blood on the sleeve of my jacket hanging on the chair.

Till Next Time, My Sexy Demon Minions!
 

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Book Review: The Muse


I haven't done a book review, and there are three reasons for that.

1. I am opinionated

2. There is no filter on these opinions. (yeah that’s right I'm an internet tough guy!)


3. Story addict right Here! I am not talking about loving books, heck I hardly remember the title or the author. But I could tell you every detail in the plot and the characters. So call me a plot snob, see if I care. It's all true.

My buddy Kenya likes my unfiltered feed back, and gave me The Muse to beta read for her. Mainly because it has to do with art, and I have about a foot and 3/4 in the art door.

To my surprise this book was actually kind of lengthy, but I didn't care (I never have time to read anything over 100 pages).  I started it one night before bed, and read right through the night. By noon the next day I had finished, still buzzing from its awesomeness!

Yeah that’s right, you heard me. I was drunk off this book, I wanted more but sadly it had to end. 


Check out the summary if you don't believe me:
On the first day of her nude modeling job, Elle deals with a corpse, an eccentric dark artist, his sexy brother, and a grandmother that can see someone's future by just touching their hands. Although these crazy distractions shove her on edge, it's just what she needs to mend her battered heart and forget about her ex-boyfriend. Besides, she does get to live in their castle for the whole three months.
Everything seems magical and perfect. Until more dead bodies are discovered.

There's something going on at night, right in the artist's garden. Under the moonlight, young women are being cut and sliced, and no one has a clue to who's doing it. And the more Elle is around the weird family in the castle, the more she realizes that they all are hiding secrets.


Now if that doesn't make you salivate then this will.

Excerpt:
“I’ll sacrifice for you?” I asked.
“Yes,” he whispered. “You’re going to give up something to gain whatever it is you need.”
This was the art world and Hex represented a true artist who saw the world in many layers of reality, so thick that a layer could be yanked away for a few seconds and analyzed like a book.
“Sacrifice.” I curled the word around my tongue and sucked in the bitter taste of it. “Why sacrifice?”
“Because in order to truly be free you’ll have to surrender it all. You’ll have to tear away all of the things that bind you to whatever is keeping you back from your passion.”

Good, right? Got your interest?

So here is what I liked about the book, I will try and stay away from spoilers:
-Elle. This main character is awesome! She starts out all damaged and a little meek, then goes from victim to kick ass hero! I love this girl, I can completely relate to her.

-Hex, he is so insane I love him. The perfect look at the price of a creative mind. Now not all of us are completely gone into the far beyond, but there is a price for what we do. Anyone that can create things from there mind, come up with new things out of the blue. That level of thinking has its danger zone, and Hex has spent a little too much time there.

-Hex's family. I love insane and strange families, it makes me feel normal. Plus they are all so well written, I love all of them.

-The ending, yeah I loved the ending. So read it to find out why I loved it, and no laughing at me. Don't make me pull out the Gremlin Cat!!!


Here is what I didn't like:
Ok so there was nothing I didn't like. Which is saying something, because I can always find something wrong. Even the littlest thing, but I just couldn't. I really enjoyed this book. All the characters were well developed, the mystery is awesome, the romance is perfectly timed, and the female lead kicks ass. What more could you want?


But the best, and I mean the BEST part of this book... is…… wait for it…..
It only costs .99 CENTS!!! Because the author is so very awesome and loves to share her work with the world.
So pay her some homage and check out Kenya's website.
While your at it go buy The Muse, read it, love it, and then read it some more.
Amazon and B&N

I would also like to give some love to the cover artist.


Such an Awesome job!!!

RATING

Till Next Time, My Sexy Demon Minions!!

Monday, October 14, 2013

JJ Morris: Lineage Chapter 1

 Happy Beginning of another Week! (we are not going to use the 'M' word around here.)

Last night, or more of this morning, at 4am I was thinking about one of the books I have been working. I knew I would end up getting the itch to work on it the farther into October it got.

Why?

Because it has all those cool supernatural, scary things I love to watch, read, and talk about. Plus it has a  moody hot dangerous guy, with great hair. Along with things that go 
 in the night, lots of blood, and  teenage hormones. Because nothing is better then teenage hormones!

So what does this all mean for the Insanity vault?

I figured instead of keeping my progress with the book to myself, I would share it with my minions. Now, I am not going to make any promises, but I am shooting for a once a week posting. Mainly on this day, the beginning of the work week just to give everyone a little treat.

So while I take forEVER to actually finishing anything to publish, here is a little taste of what is in store.
Book 1 of the JJ Morris series




***Chapter 1***

            The shifting of gravel filled the silent night. Crunch, the sound of  autumn leaves breaking under foot. To anyone else it would inspire fear, but in a small town like this there was nothing to fear. No scary creatures that lurked around in the darkness. Ghosts were just creepy sounds in the night, given power  by distorted legends and town folklore. Fueled by the active imagination of young teenagers looking for a cheap thrill. In reality they were just manifestations of the mind.

            That eerie sound brought me hope instead. Hope that I was not the only one left at the football game without a ride.

“Hello?” I asked into the darkness. Fingers crossed to hear a response, company on the walk home would be much welcomed.

            I waited for a long while for a response, but silence followed my greeting. A disappointment as I turned to continue on my way. No sooner had my back turned to the line of trees then a growling sound caught my ears. Frozen, stiff, and shaken I wasn't sure what had made the sound, but it hardly sounded friendly. Still as ever I listened for the sound again, too afraid to turn around encase it was some wild animal. There was another long period of silence, and my mind had started to rationalize with different scenarios.

            It could be some small nocturnal critter out and about. Performing a normal nightly routine. I wasn't even sure it was a growl. The possibility of it being a typical nose that my mind distorted was a rational conclusion. A trick of the mind effected by the eerie setting and chilled October night. Laughing off my silly reaction to a completely normal night sound, I took another step forward. This time there was no mistaking it. A clear, angry growl came from behind me. Frozen in place my imagination kicked in, fueling the fear that caught in my throat. The growl had stopped, but I swore the feeling of warm breath was at the back of my legs. Owned by some strange predator that wished to make me its next meal.

            Growling came again, and I released a breath. It was farther away then my mind had lead me to believe, but still to close for complete comfort. The growl continued wavering up and down in pitch like a dog warning or threatening. The hair on my body stood on end, and this time I did feel fear. Each change in pitch caused my body to shudder, my mind trying to reason through the moment.

            I told myself it was all being taken out of proportion. When I turned, there would be a tiny dog. Some small terrier or Chihuahua that acted too tough for its size. Just a fluffy small dog, whose bark was far worse then the actual bite.

            No, that was too silly. Then perhaps farmer Tucker's dog, Molly, was lose again. It never did like me, and that growl matched the size of Molly. Mr. Tucker had assured me she was all bark. To old to actually give chase, and had a mouth full of gums. In a word she was harmless.

            Yes, that was rational. It was just grumpy old Molly. The dog must have wandered off from old farmer Tucker, and set out to scare me while I was walking home over the railroad tracks.

            Drawing my foot back from mid step I slowly started to turn. The comforting thought of finding Molly snapping her toothless gums at me was shattered. There, just down the small incline of the tracks, hiding between two large maple trees were a pair of red glowing eyes. It wasn't the type of glow caused by the reflection of light. They were glowing on their own, and they were fixed right on me. There was nothing to explain it. This wasn't Molly, this thing was massive. A dog, or wolf, maybe both. Easily the size of a fawn or cafe, solid misty black body which seemed to fade right out of the darkness.

            White fangs extended from its slightly parted mouth. Bearing them to me as intimidation, it more then worked. My body had started to tremble as the wolf like creature continued to snarl, and growl leaving a white foam around its mouth. Closing my eyes I wished I was anywhere but here. My body too shocked to even dream of running. I came to terms with what was going to happen. The newspaper tomorrow would be reporting my death. A story that would run for nearly a lifetime, and then I would fade away in the many legends and tales of town history. “The Girl on the Tracks” that would be my namesake. My ghost would haunt the tracks where rebellious teens came for a little romance. Local paranormal groups would investigate, and conclude I was in fact still around. Looking for the animal that had ripped me to pieces. Wanting revenge for my young life being cut short. The bright side was at least someone would remember me.

            The growl grew louder and time seemed to slow. I just want this over with. This awful, painful, and violent death, if it was coming I wanted it just to end.

“Are you alright?” I thought I heard someone say, but it was impossible. Just my mind trying to play tricks on me again. I couldn't open my eyes, not now. This thing was going to kill me, but I didn't want my last moments alive to be staring into those nightmarish eyes. Eyes still clenched shut, I embraced the on coming end. Feeling pressure on my shoulders, I waited for the blow. That harsh, breath steeling blow that would send me to the ground.

This is it!

It was going to pin me down, snaps its jaws around my face and rip it off. Maybe it would be quick though, maybe the creature would be merciful and go right for the neck. My body jumped into action without my brain willing it to. I thrashed with my hands beating and clawing at whatever I could manage.

“Hey,” a soft voice said. “settle yourself.”

            It was a male voice, a very soft smooth male voice. My eyes shot open, met by a pair of deep azure eyes. Every worry or fear I might have had was gone. Lost in a blue gaze that was locked right on me. My breath caught in my throat, knees weak, and I felt my palms start to sweat.

“Are you alright?” he asked again.

            Every single word in the English language, and the few I knew in French, left me. Just gone as I stumbled to say anything, having to settled for a nod. At least my brain still had some control over my body.

            A brilliant smile stretched over full thick lips across pearl white teeth. His eyes brightened as he smiled, causing my already weak knees to buckle. His arms were around my waist, supporting me as if I weighed nothing, and didn't gore myself with two bacon cheeseburgers at dinner. Placing my hands on his arms to steady myself, his muscles flexed under my touch. I melted finding the subtle reaction under my touch to be extremely attractive. I could die now, that wolf could rip me apart and that would be fine with me.

The wolf?!

            The pleasant movie like dream I just found myself in shattered back into reality. Or was it more of a typical horror film?

            I had lost track of that wolf thing. Frantic, my eyes darted up and down the line of trees shrouded in darkness. There was nothing, not a single sign that it had ever been there. It was gone, this wonderful stranger had chased it off. That just made him all the more of a dream, one I could easily get lost in. Especially with those sparkling eyes and soft inviting smile.

            I felt his arm tense under my hand, his gripe slowly tightening around me. The brilliant smile dropped from his face, his jaw fixed in a tight line. A low, threatening growl came from behind my stranger. The strong arms dropped from my body, and using one hand the strange guided me behind him as he faced towards the growl.

“Run” I heard him say. The soft tone gone, replaced by something a little more edgy.

            My legs refused to move, my mind did not register the swift change in my emotions. Weak from that wonderful smile, and thrilling feel of such a protective grasp around me. Now thrust back into a complete fear for my life.

“I said run!” he growled again, his head turned toward me showing those brilliant piercing blue eyes filled with a dangerous edge. Frozen, I could not bring myself to look away from those azure pools. I didn't think it possible, but the edge in his eyes made him all the more attractive.

“Get out of HERE!” his voice was so harsh it knocked me back into the very serious moment.

            He didn't have to yell again, because I took off into the direction of my home. Ducking into the tree line opposite of where the wolf first appeared. My feet stumbled over the large tree branches, they seemed to just reach out and grab for me. Each time I stumbled my mind told me it was the wolf. That it had caught up with me, and the pressure around my ankle was actually a mouth. A powerful jaw, snapping down with such force that the pain had yet to register. Those thoughts caused me to scream each time I stumbled. Letting out quick yelps as I landed on the ground. My internal voice yelling, screaming at me to keep running. Not to look back but just to run.

             Gasping for air I stumbled down a hill and out onto the paved road. Hard varied ground scrapped at my hands and knees. My breath left me, rushed out with the harsh fall causing a disorienting dizziness. The whole night was turning into a string of chaotic of events. Lost in that few brief seconds I didn't noticed the wolf only a few feet behind me. The low, threatening growl stopped the breath in my throat. It was so close, too close. My fingers gripped the rough road beneath me. Ready to claw at whatever they could should I be dragged back. I didn't want to turn, butI needed to look. Facing down the animal might be the only way to stop it from attacking. They always said in school you should never run from a threatening animal, it would only provoke it more.

Did my running make it want me even more?

“Don't just lay there!” my stranger's voice growled down to me.

            I turned, seeing him was worth staring down that awful violent animal that was hunting. Rolling over to my back I looked up at my strangers towering figure. He had positioned himself between me and the wolf yet again. Hand extended holding some type of handgun, black, large, and nothing like I had ever seen before.

Was he really protecting me?

            Sharp ear splitting bang echoed outward as he pulled the trigger.

“Damnit!” he growled as the wolf lowered into a more aggressive position. Not phased by the bullets, amusing they hit.

            His iron grip clasping around my arm as he pulled me to a stand. His strength was impressive, but the treatment was leaving a lot to be desired.

“Hey?!” I  yelped trying to jerk away, but there was no escaping.

“Stop fucking around, and run!” he yelled to me.

            His grip tightening around my arm, now pulling as he took off in a run. My feet could not keep up, I could feel my toes scrape on the ground causing me to stumble forward every few steps. A viscous animal growl behind me took the hesitation out of my step. I was running without my strangers' aid, and he released my arm the second I passed him. Racing through the rusted iron gate in the front yard I didn't look back. I didn't need to, I knew the wolf was right behind us when my stranger yelled to get my keys out.

            I reached into my pocket in full run, but it was near impossible to fit my hole hand into my pocket. Inwardly cursing the choice of my tight jeans. I only wore them because my boyfriend insisted, and then dumped me for his football buddies after the game. Even now, stopped at the front door I was unable to reach my keys. Hands shaking, heart pounding, and breath gone I fought with the restricting fabric.

“What are you doing?!” the stranger growled from behind me.

“I can't get my keys!” I answered in a panicked voice. Trying again in vein to reach for the one thing that could save us.

            Finally, I could feel the warm metal of my key. It was in my shaky hand, but I didn't get the chance to pull it out. The stranger pushed me aside so hard I nearly fell back. I wanted to yell, to protest his actions, but I was too amazed by the way he kicked in the front door. It was a sight I only thought was possible in a movie. One where some tough cop busted through a door with a single kick. In reality I was sure it would take at least a few attempts. There was no one I knew who could perform a feet such as that. What made it all the more amazing, was the fact it was my door.

            My mother had moved us into one of the oldest houses in the town, aside from the run down inn up on the cliff. The door itself was ancient. Made from an old oak tree, it was easily three inches thick of solid wood. Opening it on an average was a chore, but here he was kicking it in. Pieces of the wood splintered and fell along with portions of the newer lock. His controlling grasp came around my waist, my heart still skipped a beat or maybe two as I was thrown into the house. The door slamming hardly registered, my mind still on the sight of shattered wood and flying metal.

“What good is that going to do?!” the panic still in my voice when I turned to him.

            He didn't reply or even look at me. His heavy footfalls marching down the hall toward the kitchen, and beyond that the back door.

“Hey!” I growled again trying to get his attention. I needed to be acknowledged, to be reassured that wolf dog thing could not get in here through the door that now had no lock.

“You're safe.” was all he offered.

“What do you mean I'm safe?” I asked in panic. “I mean this place is not like a bunker, or some shelter.”

            He didn't respond, I was finding my handsome blue eyed stranger to be more of the silent type. While strong and silent could be my type of guy, at this moment it was very annoying. Feeling annoyed was a lot better then feeling scared, so I let the annoyance fly with question after question. Anything to get his attention or an answer. Instead I was reduced to following him around the house. Watching as he checked every window. Carefully standing to the side, and taking care to move the long white lace curtains only as much as needed to see out. He wasn't nervous or scared, at least not from what I could tell by the stoic mask he had on.

“How is this place safe?” I asked. “That thing is big enough to bust through a window if it wanted to.”

“It can't enter here.”

            Another strange short reply that made no sense in the least. This was a house, just your normal everyday house. Passed down on my mother's side for years. From what I could tell about that wolf it didn't really respect the notion of propriety or personal space. If it wanted me, or us, then a silly door with a busted lock was not going to stop it.

“Stay inside.” he said opening the back door.

“Wait! Where are you going?” I asked. The annoyance gone, overpowered with fear. If that wolf attacked while I was alone, then what would happen?

“My job, just stay inside.” his foot out the door already, my heart started to pound all over again.

“Lets just call the police.”

            It was the first suggestion that came to mind, the next was animal control. In a town as small as this I doubted either one could handle the situation.

“No cops!” he hissed at me.

            I didn't even see him move from the door, but there he was right in front of me. His face so close hardly an inch lay between us, but I could still see the gun in his hand. The gun that was now pointed at my chest.

Was this really happening?

            My mind started with the scenarios, playing out a new violent end that would not be passed down, or repeated in town history. Just a simple murder passed off as a failed home invasion. My rational mind was to busy waiting for the loud bang that would accompany the gun shot. It was going to happen, his eyes were far to serious to be taken lightly. I had accepted my death once tonight, and it gave me courage to do it again.

“You save me just to shot me?” I challenged him.

            The corners of his prefect mouth twitched upward, and the pressure of the gun against my chest increased. My whole body was shaking, but my gaze did not stray from his eyes. There was such a darkness in them. He pressed the gun harder against me as he took a step back. I didn't back down, raw adrenaline drove my reckless challenge as I leaned into the mussel of his gun. Daring him to do it. The corners of his mouth inched upward more, creating a wicked smile. Hunger flashed in his dangerous eyes, and I could feel my heart pounding with excitement.

            His lips formed back into a straight line, taking a step back the gun left my chest. Still aimed at me, he ordered in a dark tone. “Stay inside.” Before ducking out the back door.

            The second the door closed my body went into violent fits of uncontrollable shaking. All the panic, fear, and emotions I had been unknowingly suppressing came rushing forward. No longer over powered by the adrenaline, or distracted by dreamy blue eyes. My knees gave out and I fell to the floor. Huddled in the corner of the kitchen, hugging my knees to my chest. It felt like my whole body was shutting down, like the world around me hand rushed forward and left me behind. Now I was playing catch up, and it was more then I could handle.
            My vision blurred with tears that seemed to form without warning. I cried, there huddled in the kitchen. Sobbing. Shaking. Purging every emotion that had rushed upon me in the last terrifying ten minutes of my life. 


 Come back next week for another haunting chapter. Might not even be a week. You will just have to wait and see.    
Till Next Time, My Sexy Demon Minions!!