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The dawn washed over the drab city streets, slowly illuminating even the darkest open corners. With the sun's rising, the horrors of the night were slowly pushed back into the shadows and the dank hiding spaces they crawled out from. As the city lights slowly turned off with the increasing light even the back alleys cleared of their dark deeds and foul presences. All of the alleys except for one this morn that is, one small passage where a form laid limp, a victim of the night. For this poor soul this was the end of his story, the end of a night in which the right choice was the worst one he could have made for himself. His choice, albeit a small one, was made to help even those he would never know.

To find the true start of this story we must wind back the clock, twelve hours past, dawn's twin, twilight, was showing her face to the world once more and with it those that lived in the darkness's cloak slowly woke. For these denizens of the night, a plot was brewing, one that had been tried before and would even after our story, be tried again. It would take but one, the perfect soul for their plans to bring to fruition what they desired beyond all else. From within those growing shadows eyes began to watch, seeking that single one and then as they looked on with a cry unheard by mortal ears, an unnatural darkness gathered formed within those creeping fingers of darkness.

The scream that filled the ears of those watching, those able to hear it, was from a foul creature high on wing, floating on a wind that did not exist. Its eyes glowing red, searching for the same kind of soul that it had sought out for thousands of years for its master. The kind of soul that had before helped to spark horrible wars and plagues. Each of these souls was one more push toward their kind finally taking their rightful place over the world. Now here was the one, the final soul that would do it, the living had created enough forms of destruction that with one right push, the world would topple into the waiting arms of hell itself.

Jafta had no idea what was to come and so the dappled Lipizzaner did as he always had at the end of every day. His iPod filling his ears with pounding music he meandered down the alleyways, a song in his step and smile upon his lips. This was a happy horse, his hooves clopping on the broken concrete in time to the beat in his ears, it didn't take much for the five foot six equine to lose himself in the music, especially on this special day. It was not long ago that he had finished high school and started his first real job. While not a grand job, since working the desk at a local video store never was, it did have one good perk and her name was Ballana. His heart had skipped the first day he met the beautiful Shire, somehow he knew she was the one, it was a spark between them the moment their eyes locked onto the others and their relationship blossomed at that very instant. The mare made him so happy and now after a year of working with and dating her, he was going to do something he never thought he would. Clutching at the ornate box in his pocket, he knew the step he was about to take would change world his world forever and for the better or so he thought.

Darkness filled the sky as the sun begrudgingly released its grip for the day, giving up the last vestiges of light that kept the poor wretches of the night at bay. With the sun now below the horizon, the last glimmer of hope set as well and it was at that moment that the young horse had his fate sealed. He paid no attention to the massing shadows that were lapping at his hooves as he padded through the alley, nor did he hear the whispers and mutters of evil things that nipped at his ears. His music and overflowing heart kept him from sensing what was approaching, love blinding him from the eyes watching, the dread feelings of something bad coming close. For had he known what was just about to be upon him, he would have done what any sane person would do, run.

It wasn't until he inexplicably found himself being violently shoved to the ground by a powerful hand from behind, that he had any inkling that something wasn't right. With the ear buds popping from his ears upon impact, he suddenly heard the snarling and muttering of many voices about and fear filled his small form. Turning over and looking up he came face to face with what must have long ago been a a very handsome hyena. No longer though, for the snarled and decayed countenance had long since seen the light of day or that of life itself. A dead glow stared at him from dark eyes, bits of flesh hung from old wounds and scars, fur that had the look of mange at its worse and beyond. With a smirk and a breath so foul of death, the hyena held him there with a massive, hand on his chest.

With the kind of cruel laugh that only a hyena can give, the creature pulled a nasty-looking, sharp, curved blade and pressed it to the shaking horse's throat, as he placed a rotting finger to Jafta's trembling lips. The touch instantly muted any words of struggle or question that Jafta had to utter, the stench of rot pressing to his muzzle turning his stomach. The hyena gripped the horse's head roughly, made him look at the deepening shadows, from which emerged a female of unholy beauty, a mink from whose pearly white fur radiated a demonic, dark glow. Her form was wrapped in a skin tight red dress that barely hid her full top and bottom. Every step she took toward the horse exuded sensuality, her tail seemed to beckon him to submit to her with each graceful shift. Then, as she reached him gave a soft tsk and leaned forward, whispering into his ear so sweetly "We have been waiting for you my dear." Giving the horse a full view of her ample cleavage as she bent down to let him hear her siren voice.

Gently she pushed away the blade from his throat, fingers delicately teasing that sharp edge further and had the horse lifted to his feet by the brutish hyena with a single nod. As he stood, a view like he never imagined he'd be privy to in his lifetime came into focus, a perfect body wrapped in material so sheer it gave way to every curve, yet so elegant it made one believe royalty stood before them. His eyes though were drawn to the ample top that was in his face before, of which the dress barely worn over them showed much of. Against his will to remove his gaze, with a finger under his chin, she raised his eyes to hers and he witnessed a storm within them, sheer power flowing behind midnight black. All he could whisper as those orbs drew him in was "W-who are you...what do you want?" His voice stuttering in a mixture of fear, awe and a touch of desire.

With a soft smile she murmured back, her sensual voice and words wrapping around his mind as they flowed into his ear "It is very simple, I have an offer for you, an offer that if you answer...correctly, shall leave you with riches beyond your wildest dreams." Her hand ran down his side, teasing the flesh beneath the clothing, making him shudder as she reached into his pocket, withdrawing moments later with the small ornate box in tow. Holding the box up and slowly opening it to reveal what months of wages saved up can get, a perfectly sized gold band and a small sparkling diamond chip atop it, she murmured "Bring her to me and you shall be rewarded well beyond your imagination." It was more than the horse could take and with a snort of anger, snapping him from his hormone induced trance, fire igniting in his voice "Give that back, take whatever else you want, but give that back. Wait?! What do you mean bring her to you? Do I look like a fucking pimp to you?" A snort of contempt escaping his nostrils.

A frown filled the mink's countenance as she tsked once again, her nimble fingers trailing over Jafta's quivering cheek, stroking it almost lovingly as she said in a sickly sweet tone to him "No my dear boy, I believe that you are selfish, I believe that you treasure your own life over another's. You see, if you bring her to me, then your life shall be spared. All it would take is a single call, tell her whatever you wish, just bring her here or else." Snorting more the horse replied with a venomous lash to his words "There is nothing you could say or do that would make me bring the one I love into harm's way, nothing."

As the last syllable left his lips, the hyena growled in anger and quickly stepped behind Jafta, giving a hard kick to the back of his kneecaps, dropping the horse painfully to ground, kneeling before the mink. Whickering in both pain and fear, he looked up at the mink, only to catch her claws digging into his cheek at she lashed out at him. With blood dripping down his face and a now shocked look in his eyes, the mink leaned near his ear and whispered into it "I do not think you quite understand how serious I am." She cupped his chin in a hand and with a slow, teasing movement of her long silky tongue, licked away the blood from the four parallel marks on his cheek, a soft moan at the taste. Smiling at him, pulling away slight and showing her lips painted red with his blood.

Quietly she put out her hand and the hyena placed a cell phone in it, then with a soft nibble to the tip of his ear, she murmured sexily right into that ear "Come, call her, bring her here and I'll offer you even myself as reward." While his body responded in the affirmative, his pants growing tighter against him with a very large bulge forming, his lips let loose "No, never, I shall not betray my beloved, nothing you can do would make me put her in harm's way you fucking bit..." The last word never left his lips, swallowing the word and doubling over in pain from having the hyena's partially toed foot buried high between his legs.

With an unearthly snarl, that sounded like it belonged to a hellhound, the hyena brought the back of his rotted hand across the horse's muzzle and growled at him while once more brandishing his blade "Never, never talk to the mistress like that. Next time you give her such words I shall cut the tongue from your very muzzle." Whimpering in response, the horse put his hand to his face and felt from his nostrils that hot essence that separated him from them, red rivers streaming out, dripping to the ground and causing the shadows to stir slowly into a fervor with its sight and scent. Shaking violently, he nodded and looked down, his spirit breaking slowly as he had never been in such a situation before. Fear was starting to replace the righteous anger he had been feeling just moments before.

Looking over the cracking horse, the mink nodded to the hyena, who, with a quick, practiced motion pressed his blade to the horse's back and sliced the shirt open from top to bottom, letting it fall about his wrists. With a gentle, impertinent laugh the mink dragged her claws over the exposed fur and flesh, making the horse neigh in pain as lines of red contaminated the grey fur about them. His eyes though remained defiant, a fire flickering, but still burning in them as he whispered "I..I will not give my love to you." The response was not the one the mink wanted to hear as the hellfire grew in her eyes and anger in her voice, she growled "You will help me escape the shadows, your love's blood and lives shall be the key that frees me... This night you shall fall and I shall rise. I have waited decades for the signs to be right once again, I will not be denied, will not wait decades longer, you shall do my bidding." Looking about at the shadows that were watching, she screamed at them with wrath "Show him what pain truly is, show him agony, fear, give him a night as his soul shall never forget, even beyond life."

The words barely from her lips before the dark maelstrom surged about the prone horse, a dark vortex of evil swallowing him whole. The whirling shadows enveloped his form, screaming horrific words in his ears and showing evils to him that no living thing should ever know. For hours on end into the night he screamed and screamed, till no voice was left in him. It wasn't till the mink was satisfied that his spirit was broken and his heart and soul now belonged to her that she gave a motion with two fingers. Then as quickly as they came, the shadows parted, showing their work, Jafta laying there sobbing, more red than grey over his violently shaking body from the hundreds of small cuts left behind by so many small claws and teeth of those that scampered within the dark.

As the last of the shadows left his body, she stepped quietly up toward the collapsed horse, smiling in triumph to herself and ran her tail over him, wrapping it about his waist as she said quietly, almost caringly "I can make the pain stop, I can take it all away. Give yourself to me and I shall make you forget all the pain. Make you even forget her and this world. Accept me in your heart and I shall give you a world of never ending pleasure. Why live such a poor excuse for a life, why give such futile offerings of fake happiness?" As she asked she threw the ring at him, its metal band clattering on the concrete next to him.

Reaching out slowly and with great effort, he took the ring into a bloodied, trembling hand and whispered defiantly "I..I won't give up m.my love.." Shuddering in defeat he drew the ring to his chest, pressing it against his weakly beating heart and cried more, his form wracked with tortured pain, his mind filled with sorrow, there was one light left shinning in the darkness that was overtaking his body and soul and that was the image of his love's face that he clung on to.

Hissing in fear and anger, the hyena pointed out to his mistress the fact that the sky had started once again to turn, the stars fleeing from the promise of a sun soon to show its face. A scream of pain left the dapple's lips as a loud crack was heard from his ribs, the hyena landing powerful kick to them. The mink gave a cruel smirk and traced his bleeding cheek with her finger tips as she whispered to him "Your life shall not greet the sun this day, give in, give in, she is so close, we can smell her, taste her. Give her to us and we shall give you back your life" Gasping for air, blood bubbling from his lips, the horse retorted in defiance, trying to pull his face from her fingers "Never...never will I..." blood drooling heavily and bubbling more from his lips as his last few breaths fought to escape his broken frame. A weak smile forming on his muzzle as he whispers "S.she lives..I..I win..." The mink dropped his dying face, a demonic roar of absolute anger, that cracked the walls nearby and made even the hyena cringe, passed her lips.

His words though heralded the dawn, as the last breath left his lips the rays of light demanded the departure of those wretched creatures. Leaving in defeat they knew their time would come again, the plot would one day work. They had time immortal itself to try as many times they desired. For now, there lay the horse, who saved so many, making a choice not for them though, but for one. His choice was the right one, yet the wrong one for him. With his death, evil once more was denied entry into the world of the living for more than the few fleeting moments they had on certain nights. Very few had done has him, but each of them had spared the world for a bit longer.

The sun had one more thing to show, for there in a pool of glistening red did his Ballana find him after a night of searching, a smile on his face and a ring clenched in his hand. She would never know his deed that day and for a time she wept, holding onto that ring, knowing that his final thoughts was of her and being with her. She kept his love going long after his death and when their child was born nearly eleven months after that long night, she knew he was watching them both. If she only knew what else had been watching both of them.

Her unborn child would have been their ultimate prize, as she was kept alive in torturous excuse for a life till he was grown enough within her. The spawns and shadows allowed their way with her, as he was made to watch. Then, when the time was right his final reward and conversion to one of the evil would have been the slaughter of his own beloved and carving from her his own son, whose unholy birth from her broken form would have given rise to a new darkness that would have swept across the world.

It was not to be though, she lived on and he grew over the years, a curious colt. As he came of age, he grew more and more curious of who his father was, why his mother wore a stained ring about her neck. So one day he ask of them and she told him of of his father, she told not of how she found him, but of how he lived. How he would always sing and dance, have a happy step and an open heart. She wove for her son a picture of a father that would be proud of him, had he lived and still watched over them from above even to that day.