Kill for me. A terrifying request, but Gavin will take this request and do his best to complete it. He will suffer. He will reach the edge of his sanity. He will live in pain. But he will do all he can do to protect the people and the town he loves.
“Such a willing host this year. A lot less trouble than those who came before.”
“This isn’t the first time?” Gavin asked, confused.
“Never you mind all that business. Just know that you’ve been chosen and it is up to you to fulfill their needs this year.”
“So, how do I feed them?” Gavin asked again, fearful for the answer, not really wanting it, knowing deep down that it wouldn’t be a good one.
“Humans. It is what they desire the most. They’ve been known to enjoy animals as well, but it will not keep them satisfied. To truly keep them satisfied, they demand the taste of human flesh, human blood.”
Gavin felt his legs go weak, but he composed himself and faced the being with all of the courage he could find. “What if I don’t?”
The thing said not a word as it placed a cold lifeless finger on Gavin’s temple. Gavin’s head shot back, his neck popped, and he stood frozen in place, an unmoving traveler falling into images planted deep inside his head. What he saw was one of these trees pulling itself free from the Earth and walking with its roots, but it wasn’t just walking; it was transforming as it moved. When it finished with its transformation, it was a monster of nightmare proportions. It had the face and body of a werewolf, fangs glinting, sap saliva dripping from its mouth. Pine needles covered its body like fur, and it reeked of pine. But this wasn’t a pleasant pine smell; this smell was filled with rottenness, a sickening almost vomit inducing rotten pine smell. The creature pushed through the fence and made its way towards Gavin’s town. When it reached town it killed with recklessness, spilling the blood of the innocent, slaughtering, devouring, and leaving a trail of red in its wake. It was a pure killing machine fueled by blood lust.
Gavin fell to the ground, gasping for air, when the thing released him from its psychic grip.
“There are twenty trees here,” the thing replied. “I’ll let you imagine what they could do to your town.”
“I can’t kill anything,” Gavin replied, on his knees, looking up at the creature, eyes streaming tears.
“You’ll learn and you’ll learn fast. My chosen ones always do.”
“Why Christmas? Why ruin this holiday?”
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year and Christmas tree lots are so unassuming. No one pays them any attention because they are so numerous.”
“I won’t kill anyone in my town.”
“I’ll return when it’s time,” The thing replied and evaporated.
Gavin looked at the lot and thought about what he was faced with and what he was going to have to do. He then turned to the side and puked. And puked. And puked. He then sat down on the ground (wiping off the warm chunks on his chin) and cried.
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