Ch 90: Twisted Hunting Game [R-18]

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Within a less dense forest that was filled with hiking trails for bikers or walkers. This young 25-year-old new mother ran frankly lost within the dark woods. Sweat ran down her temple and she turned her head trying to listen. But she couldn't hear anything over her wheezing breath and heavy footsteps.

Her sight was clouded by the eerie fog from the light rain that occurred hours ago. The darkness that surrounded her was murky and the trees looked spooky. Even the moon barely shed any light to guide her to what she was looking for.

A tear sailed down her cheek as she merely whispered "Please baby cry so I can find you. Please still be alive."

"Aaah!" A heavy emanate of wind whisked past her left shoulder.

She blindly ran in the murky fog already knowing these demonic creatures were hunting her. Several times she twisted her head back when running. She looked left and right to try spotting any of them. She even looked up within the trees but saw no glowing blood-red orbs. Never once did stop to rest her weak legs.

All she had to do was find her newborn son, barely a month old. To end this sick wicked game they're exploiting with her. She held onto the only hope that she had to survive this twisted hunting game.

The poor weak mother didn't know if the Leader meant what he promised. When he told her that she and her baby would live if she found him. Whether or not he lied didn't matter to her for the time being. What mattered right now was staying alive to find her newborn son.

"Aaah!" She tripped over a rock and then rolled down a steep jump made for bikers. Furthermore covering her light yellow spaghetti-strap PJ shirt and matching capris in mud.

Her bare feet were cut and bleeding and her groin and stomach killed her. The poor young mother was still in recovery from having her son. She's barely had any chance to heal from labor.

After being kidnapped in the middle of her sleep at her parents' home. Since her low-life boyfriend left her to be a single mother. So he could be with another woman like the typical scumbag he was that only used her. If only she'd been wise to obey God's law and stayed away from that man that tricked her.

Now she found herself fighting to stay alive. So she can save her precious son whose life hasn't even begun. In her head, she says a little prayer if it's her time to die then at least spare her baby from these wicked demons.

Still, fighting she picked herself up to get out of this dutch and then fled with a limp. From the pain, she suffered all over her body. Nonetheless, she still kept thriving to find her baby.

Her heart skips a beat when she sees what might be a basket.

'Oh, please be him.' She prayed within her mind.

And little to behold it was her son asleep in the basket. That those monsters have rested him in. Just when she was nearing to pick him up. Another loud gush of wind blows every which direction, surrounding her. Till the monsters that are portrayed as breathtaking five men cycled her from reaching the baby.

An eerie grin plastered their mouths. None of them hid that sinister scheme that they had been toying with her. Then another gorgeous man landed on the high tree branch above her right. She knew he was the leader because the others listened to his orders.

"Please, you said if I found my baby that you'll let us both live." The poor helpless mother pleaded.

The man grinned evilly. "Did I, now?" He taunts, with a magazine rolled in his hand as leaned on the tree truck. "Surely you misunderstood me. When I said that before the game began. I meant your baby had to be nestled within your arms."

She was stumped by his evil lie but she felt it coming within her heart.

"What sorta Alpha would I be if I didn't allow my clan to feed." He then nods the go-ahead to his five hungry advisors.

"No..." She gasped and screamed as the men attacked her. They each tore her PJs off her fragile body and sank their fangs into her flesh!

Life was surely cruel and wicked to this poor new mother as she screamed. As they were ripping open the flesh on her breasts, neck, and arms.

Rex leaped down from the tree and opened the magazine to the marked pages of Victoria's and Kai's wedding photos. He hummed in his head, thinking she looked so tasty and sexy altogether in her wedding gown. He couldn't help but feel envious of Kai.

"That lucky..." he cursed more in his head when he thought about her laying naked underneath Kai and not him.

Just as he heard the dying mother take her last breath. He looked over and saw the mother's naked body dead on the moist soil. Along with her scattered torn clothing on the ground. Blood was smeared on her uncovered breasts and chest. Her collar bone was broken from clear puncture wounds on it. Then both her arms were torn to the muscle that oozed leftover blood.

"What is it?" One of his advisors asked to see that look on Rex's face. "Is it Victoria?"

"Indeed, she puzzles me since she smells like both Kai and Orlando. And her mental time gap seems to match the proph..."

"Waah...waa...waah!" Suddenly an infant's cry disturbed their ears.

One vampire wearing no shirt over his trench coat grinned at the infant wailing in the basket that they had put him in.

"Guess it's time for you to join your mama!" The shirtless vampire wickedly said and then went to the helpless sweet infant. "Newborn blood tastes the richest."

He licked his upper chops just dying for a taste to feed on newly fresh infant blood.

The vampire picked up the wailing tiny infant wrapped in the blanket. He expanded his fangs as he brought the infant up to his mouth. His sensitive nose smelled that the crying baby still had that fresh newborn odor, scenting on his wrinkled pinkish skin.

Rex and his other friends watched him about to feed on the barely three-week-old innocent infant. His fangs just graze the baby's flesh in the gap between his neck and shoulder.