Tales To Make You Jump In The Dark

"Going somewhere Andy?" CC asked, his tone quiet and calculated. Andy said nothing, only shaking his head as he tried to reach around for the door knob without CC noticing.

"N-no. I-I was just out for a smoke..." Andy stammered nervously and CC only smiled, his cheeks smeared with Toby's blood and giving him a very murderous look.

"Were you now? Hear anything of interest?" CC said as he took a step closer and rested a hand on Andy's shoulder. The hand was covered in blood and Andy could see that CC's nails were still long and gnarled...like claws. How long had it taken his best friend to realize he liked killing so much?

"N-n-nope." Andy said stupidly and CC only smiled, his lips growing wide and Andy could see that CC still had fangs that were dripping with blood. He wasn't even in wolf form anymore and Andy knew then that CC didn't have to be to kill-he would always be a killer.

"You sure? You know Andy...I always liked you the least..." CC said with a twisted smirk on his lips and Andy felt his heart stop. He was trapped, there was nowhere for him to go and so he just looked at CC and found some courage deep down from within.

"At least I haven't been killing people..." Andy said and CC stopped for a moment, his eyes furrowing as he took the singer in. This was his best friend-someone who had always been there for him and yet...he had to die.

"True, but now I get to be the strongest person alive! I can do things Andy...smell things...see things...I'm a god!" CC said as he tossed his head back and laughed. Andy felt disgusted and he knew that CC had obviously been driven crazy by his blood lust.

"You're a monster..." Andy said with venom in his voice and CC stopped laughing as he lowered his head and Andy could see that the drummer's eyes were yellow and the pupil was a slit down the middle that began to grow wider as CC started to breath heavier.

"You're right...I am a monster...and your just an appetizer..." He said with a cold tone to his voice and then Andy screamed as CC leaned in and sank his fangs into Andy's shoulder.


The skin ripped so easily and Andy could feel his blood pumping down his shirt and covering his chest. CC was laughing as he went in for another bite, this time ripping at the muscle of Andy's arm and pulling it back until it snapped-like a rubber band. Unable to hold up his own weight, Andy fell back against the door and looked to the right and up. There was the moon-full and bright and the cause of all of this. His vision was growing blurry and as CC moved in for the death strike, Andy said a silent goodbye. His throat was ripped out in a matter of seconds, the vocal cords that had given him everything gone and not even was he able to use them one last time to scream out.

Andy fell to the street, his blue eyes staring and dead as CC opened the backstage door and disappeared inside.

Jake stood on the other side of the door, frozen in place as he heard the screaming, shouting and then the disturbing sound of ripping and shredding. What was going on out there? He had been worried about their tour because it seemed almost as if it was cursed-so many people seemed to be dying in the towns that they touched down in. Jake had been thinking about it for a while and he had noticed that CC seemed to become very withdrawn from the group, which was strange as CC was usually the party animal while on tour. He and Ash would get girls every night, drink until they passed out and then do it all again the next day.

Not now-at least not towards the end of the month and CC turned in to an entirely different person, someone that Jake didn’t recognize. Now as the guitarist stood on the other side of the door, his heart was pounding fiercely and he jumped back as the door swung open and CC rushed through. Right before the door slammed shut, Jake happened to look down and noticed that Andy was laying on the ground outside, in his own blood and he wasn’t breathing. Jake tried to move forward, but CC had slammed the door in his face and then grinned at Jake.


“Ah, hello Jake.” His tone was filled with pure hatred and Jake didn’t know what to do or say at first.

“What’s going on man?” Jake asked, backing up slightly until finally he hit something and realized it was the case that held all of his guitars for the tour. As Jake looked at CC, his stomach turned-the drummer’s face was completely covered in sticky blood and as he smirked at Jake, the guitarist could see bits and pieces of flesh that had gotten stuck in CC’s teeth.

“Oh you know what’s going on…” CC said as he moved towards Jake but then stopped short as he looked around. There was no one and a roar seemed to over take the small space as the opening band had taken the stage.

“No…no I don’t.” Jake said, his voice shaking and CC only smiled as he placed a clawed hand on Jake’s shoulder and placed his other hand on the other side.

“Yeah…yeah you do. I’ve always been in the shadows of this band and now it’s time for me to rise up…it’s time for you to die.” CC laughed then, his bloodied teeth sharp looking as the shadows passed over them.


Guitars wailed over the sounds of Jake’s screams as CC ripped and tore at his flesh and then the clawed hands wrapped around Jake’s neck and there was a quick snapping noise. Jake fell to the floor, dead, and CC only laughed as he licked his fingers, one by one and relished the taste of pure life that lingered there. He looked around, his yellow eyes allowing him to see things that normally he wouldn’t be able to and CC smirked as he heard the sounds of his other two bandmates as they laughed and joked in the dressing room.

Had they not wondered where everyone went? It was almost stage time and as CC made his way down the hallway he knew…none of them would make it out to perform tonight. Or ever again.


“CC! There you are man!” Ashley called out to the missing drummer as the tall guy entered the room and softly shut the door behind him. Ashley and Jinxx, both down three shots each, had been wondering where their bandmates had gotten to as it was almost time for them to hit the stage for the night.

“Yes, here I am…” CC said as he approached his two bandmates and looked up at them through his curtain like hair. The brown shone with the red of both Andy and Jake’s blood and CC only laughed lowly as he noticed the smirk on Ashley’s lips vanish and Jinxx turned more pale than he was usually.

“Wha-what’s going on man?” Jinxx asked as he backed up slightly and noticed that Ash was doing the same. CC’s face was drenched in blood and as the drummer looked at them, Jinxx could see the difference in CC’s face.


The brown eyed drummer, who was always smiling and laughing, was no longer doing either of those things. His usually brown eyes were yellow like a cats and held no laughter or happiness. As he looked at the two of them while he approached, Jinxx could see the hatred and malice lingering in those eyes. Ashley had backed up along with Jinxx, both of them stopping as the back of their knees hit the couch and they both looked at one another. Something was happening, something terrible and neither of them was sure that it could be stopped.


“CC. What’s going on man?” Ashley asked, his voice shaken and weak. CC only smiled as he kept approaching them, his hands and long fingers held out before him and Jinxx noticed that his nails were long and covered in blood and other unidentifiable things.

“Oh nothing, I think you should run though…” CC said and Jinxx only looked at him.

“Run!” CC shouted with laughter and both the guitarist and bassist ran around the room, trying desperately to get to the closed door.

“Not so fast are you Ash…” CC said as he whipped around, grabbing Ashley around the neck and flung him like he was a rag doll towards a far wall. The cracking noise coming from Ashley’s head bashing in to the wall made Jinxx sick to his stomach as he looked at his now unmoving friend.

“Where’re you going Jinxx?” CC called to him as Jinxx tried to move around the drummer, but was pulled back as CC grabbed him by his longish black hair.

“Why?” Was all Jinxx managed to get out before CC sank his fangs into either side of Jinxx’s face and ripped the skin from the bone. The faceless guitarist fell to the floor, twitching silently until finally he stopped moving.

“Why not? It’s natural…it’s who I’ve become…” CC said with a sick grin as he looked around at the carnage and turned to leave.



CC sat on the bar stool, his face now clean of the blood and his hair shorn short as to keep people from recognizing him. He drained his beer as his eyes scanned over the television that hung over the bar and he smirked as the news anchor continued to speak. Four band members of a popular rock band-Black Veil Brides-had been found over a week ago in a venue they were supposed to play in, all of them murdered. The pictures scrolling across the screen were that of his former friends-much better looking with their limbs and skin still attached to their bodies. One member-Christian Coma-was still missing and was presumed dead like that of his bandmates.

The drummer smirked as he finished his drink and turned in his chair. No one in the bar was paying any attention to the television, which was probably a good thing. Silently CC tossed down a five dollar bill on to the table and moved to get out of his seat, leaving the television and news report behind. He had killed his four best friends, but he had done what had to be done. They had been in Virginia at the time of their murder and as soon as CC had finished eating Jinxx’s face and made sure that Ashley wasn’t coming back, he had taken to the road and headed West. Traveling through state after state, CC finally found himself where it had all started.

Oregon.

He couldn’t explain what his connection with the state was-maybe it was because this was where he had truly found himself. That night in the woods, while at the time had been terrifying, it had opened his eyes. CC had always felt different in his life and he had masked those feelings with smiles and laughter, but it really never made him feel any better. Now as his boots clapped against the pavement while he walked across the parking lot and looked towards the woods beyond, CC felt at peace. The moon wasn’t full tonight, but CC had found that now he was in control of his powers and he could shift at any given moment.

Once he reached the edge of the woods, CC tossed his jacket to the side, hiding it in a fallen log that had been hallowed out by some smaller animal. Laughter could be heard ringing out from a few miles away-unheard to anyone but CC and the former drummer only smirked as he began to shed all of his other clothes. Standing there, naked, with the night air rippling over his skin, CC kept his eyes closed as he tried to focus. His nose and mouth began to grow, elongating with the large fangs hanging over his lips like small daggers. His arms and legs broke, something that had hurt him at first, but now it was all part of the experience. His body covered in hair and soon enough CC was running towards the sounds.

A small campsite, about two miles from the highway, was what he came upon and CC only smirked in his wolfly form as he sauntered towards the site and heard the laughter turn to screams. He attacked, relentless until all of the bodies lay before him, unmoving and then CC left, his lips covered in blood and his stomach full of the lives that he had just taken. He ran through the woods, ran towards a large hilltop that was clear of all trees and brush.

CC, the wolf that he was always meant to be, stood on that hilltop and as he cloudless and moonless sky loomed above him, he raised his shaggy head towards the dark night and let out a blood curdling howl. No moon, but there was a bad moon rising and no one would be able to stop it.

Notes

So, what did we think of this one?

Due to a lack of interest this will probably be it for this series. You guys lose interest=I don't write anymore.