12 Chapter 11: Unkillable

She puts the window shutters down, enveloping the room in total darkness. Small streaks of light peeked from the blinds, creeping into the room and making shapes of the things it kissed. Silhouettes moved and collided in lustful attraction as they became one.

The shadows tumbled in the bed, rolling the sheets like waves of rhythmic chaos as they started to tear the fragile clothes that covered their bodies. She mounts on him securing the pedestal of euphoria and slowly moves her hips in long circles savoring the intimate moment like a blissful eternity.

She hovered her hand and took his wrists above his head restricting his arms from touching her glistening body. She leaned forward and let him get a taste of her bosom, full and heavy. She made pleasurable sounds, music to his ear which made him want her more. She gripped the wrists harder that it let him wince in pain, the good kind of pain. She kissed his nose, made a sounding smack then went lower to his lips where their lips locked and their tongues fondled in the heat of the moment. She skillfully played with his neck alternating tender kisses with masterful tongue play.

The pleasure riled him up and now he thrusts himself harder inside of her working the rhythm of a running heart, he pounded from below which sent her moaning for more. She kissed him more in the neck and begged for him to go harder, he obliged. The spurring moment climaxed as she found his throat and ripped it open by her mouth.

Blood spurted like a fountain and she bathed in it with delight. Not wasting a moment, she drank greedily everything from the gaping pulsating wound and filled herself with the warm living fluid until he stopped struggling and finally succumbed to his fate.

Delighted, she stood up and licked the blood from her hands and arms like a greedy kid savoring the drippings of ice cream in her hands. She went to the bathroom and washed herself flushing the excess blood and other fluids that were painted on her body. It was another night for her, a fulfilling one at that. She never had any problems with feeding off from humans, it's their nature.

Her ancestors first knew about it when one of them tried helping a human who pricked her finger while planting some root crops. Her concerned ancestor tried to stop the bleeding by sucking on the wound but her ancestor was instead enraptured by the taste of her blood that her ancestor sucked her dry. Later, her ancestor told the brothers of her clan how exquisite human blood tasted and thus their race began to hunt down humans for food.

During the peak of their reign, her ancestors were able to wipe out an entire population of an island, until the gods intervened and cast them out from the island and were hunted down by heroes of the old. Although their numbers are currently dwindling down to almost extinction, she is still hopeful that she can revive their race and again populate the world. But for now, she just has to stick with feeding on inebriated men who know nothing better than to think with their cocks rather than their heads.

She finished the long warm shower and felt refreshed. She dried herself with a towel and went back to the room where her food is lying. She had her thoughts filled with the recipes she can do with the man. He was ripped and muscular and would be perfect for a steak or a bulalo, she got pretty excited and got her mind on those dishes.

She opened the door and was surprised to see the man sitting at the end of the bed covered in blood holding his neck. She was not ready for that! She was sure he was lifeless and drained of blood when she left him there. Her confusion garnered a smile from the supposed dead man.

Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped. He's breathing? He's alive?! Her mind ran in circles just to get a grasp of that. " You're dead! I left you there, you were not breathing. I made sure of it." she can hear a shaking in her voice.

The supposed dead man, looked at her and gestured his hand as if he's trying to imply to give him just a minute. He tried feeling his throat and then tried to clear it. "Ahem." a hoarse voice came out of him," Yeah, I never go dead, Danag."

She suddenly felt a tingle rushing to the back of her spine. She remembered an old story of old which her inang would warn her about. Her inang would tell a story about a hero of men that became their race's greatest adversary. It was said that the hero killed hundreds of them in just one night. She was told that the hero did not possess any elemental powers like the rest of those who hunted them nor did he use a palaso to kill them in a safe distance. The hero would usually kill them using only but a kalis or a panabas. She remembered well how terrified her mother is when she mentions how this hero could never die no matter what you do. Even the strongest of her race cowered in the face of this relentless hero.

She can now understand her mother's worries and why she was terrified just mentioning the hero to her. She still cannot believe that he is standing right in front of her. The Danag hunter, the killer of her race.

"Gahum?" her voice trembled in fear and her body froze as she uttered the name of the hero she thought never existed.

Gahum smiled and nodded. He then shed off his glamour spell revealing his tattoos that spread across his body including a part of his face. The patterns were from the ancient batik artform canvassed all over his body that provided his stories of triumph from the likes of her race.

She was still unable to move from fear. She commanded her body to take a step into the door and of the house but her body won't do it. Her body seems to betray her and now she feels cramps in her stomach as if someone is stabbing her.

"What did you do to me," she asked as she vomited loads of blood, flooding the floor with the deep crimson liquid.

"Poison." he spoke, struggling in a hoarse voice, "My blood to you is poison." he cleared his throat this time.

She scrambled to the floor doing her best to crawl outside of her room but her body won't let her. Her once-proud body that she boasted was able to withstand the storms of Saranggang Bagyon is now limp on the floor. She was helpless and all she could do was watch as the man pulled up his kalis from thin air.

She's getting desperate with her body failing; she has no other choice but to morph into the form she hated the most. She morphed her body into the cursed body the gods place on them. Her arms grotesquely started to stretch involuntarily and her hands became talons. She tossed herself around the floor naked convulsing as her muscles and bones moved to accommodate more length her back formed a hump that was constantly moving and trying to rearrange her spine in making it longer. The agonizing process ended with wings spurting out from her back and her body is now covered in prickly black fur. Her head became elongated and her hairs shed off to grow feathers. Lastly, her eyes became bird-like and her jaw unhinged itself revealing her set of razor-sharp teeth.

Her grotesque transformation would surely make any human be petrified in fear but Gahum is no ordinary human. He waited for the entire transformation to finish which was not long as he timed it but still was very boring to look at considering he already saw this a thousand times before. He yawned at the morphed Danag taunting her to get it over with.

The angry Danag lunged at him which then threw him off the wall making a big hole from it. It then grabbed him by the foot and smashed him to the floor over and over again until it collapsed and forced them down to the living room of the house. The scuffle made Gahum dizzy but still attentive enough to dodge a talon that would have decapitated him in an instant.

He now launched his counter-offensive attack and, he threw himself into the beast tackling it to down to the floor. He punched it twice in the face before summoning his kalis blade then stabbing the creature from the side of its rib. The creature shrieked in pain. The deafening sound blew him away from his position along with the glass windows.

Good thing the Danag's house was filled with enchantments that disable any sound to get out of the house. This was supposed to be their defense in case someone would try and scream for help instead Gahum used this to his advantage. With the enchantments placed on the house, he doesn't need to be discreet with killing her. He can take all his time to enjoy every bit of agony he would inflict to this Danag.

The Danag tried to escape using the back door from the kitchen but before it could run away, he threw his kalis over and impaled it on the leg. The monster stumbled again and shrieked in agony. He then summoned his panabas blade from nowhere and held the Danag's wings with his hand before slicing it off with the weapon in his right. The shriek turned into an agonizing scream as the beast slowly is retaining its human form.

He saw how the Danag slowly reverted back but before it finished, he carried it over to her long wooden table where he then bound her using her sharp kitchen knives. He impaled her wrists and ankles into the table. She screamed once more and trembled as her body is now at its limit.

He looked at her in the eyes and saw her expression, she was looking for mercy. He made a smug look and instead doused her with gasoline which he conveniently found stored inside the generator she kept inside her house. Gahum knows how Danags feel about fire. He knows it all too well. It's their weakness!

The Danag struggled in panic but to no avail. Her body wasn't able to revert back completely to human form. Her wounds protested in pain as the gasoline-filled some of the wounds. She knows her fate is at its end however, she tried to use the last ounce of her strength not to struggle but to talk one last time.

"Monster. You sick monster!" her tired voice echoed the room.

Gahum turned around, cleared his throat, and replied, " Aren't we all?" He then struck the match and threw it to her, engulfing her into flames.

Her screams of pain were horrible to hear but it never phased Gahum, he knew them all too well. He looked at the beast devoured by the bright yellow flames struggling to break free but was unable to. The burning beast slowly tired down and her screams were now muffled by the flames that were devouring her from the inside until she finally stopped altogether.

Gahum was relieved and satisfied with his work. He killed another Danag and from the looks of its feathers, it looked like royalty. One female from the royal line means one less flock to be created.

A few more and finally this all ends. He said to himself.

Not long after, he got dressed and went outside where a black cat stood outside the gate. He greeted the cat and bowed low to it. " What brings the Taga-ihap, here?", while struggling in his hoarse voice and painful throat.

" What happened to your voice? Don't answer that, I think I know." the cat replied, " Walk with me, this isn't a place of conversation." as he pointed at the flame-engulfed house in the background.

Gahum nodded in agreement.

" My Master, Lady Magwayen requests for your presence," the cat said, "She requires you to go to Kasanaan, before the day of Dumason ends next week."

With no questions asked he replied, " I will be there," he uncomfortably winces in pain as he talked.