Old OC writing.
#1 of Short Stories
Something I wrote in 2014 for a character of mine.
I wrote this in 2014.
Creed Panthera stalked into the room of the abandoned building. Walls were beginning to peel apart, the houses' support cracking in certain places. He walked in the room in a boneless grace; either he had too many bones, or not enough. He looked like he just walked out of a porno film; a bondage one at that. He had on tight leather pants; and you can tell if you glanced that he wore nothing underneath them. A top consisted of a black fishnet shirt, that stopped just above his belly button; showing off his muscled form; and navel piercing. His nipple ring seemed undisturbed under the net, it glistened at certain angles from the little light that was in the room. Creed's groin hardened against his pants as he gazed upon the other side of the room. The female was just waking up, if she awoke from a nightmare, she was in for an even worse one. She was a woman of about 5'6, with beautiful, flowing blond hair that fell in thick waves. Her striking blue orbs widened at the sight of her new surroundings, and at the male before her. She tried screaming; but no noise came out. A ballgag was in her mouth, she twisted and turned her head, a failed attempt to shout for help. Her hues flicked to her body, and to the sides; noticing she was tied to the earth below by shackles; naked. Her slender form was exposed to the other; and you could see the lust in Creed's eyes. She had no escape; there was no hope. Creed got her off the street, taking her by surprise and knocking her out. She didn't even hear him coming, but then again...who would hear a stealthy wereleopard? The night gave him more advantages; one of the many reasons why he loved that time. Creed's lips curled up for a smirk, flashing brilliant white teeth. How is it that a man so tainted, could be so gorgeous? Creed could feel the heart beating frantically inside her chest, hear the blood flowing. His power reached out to her, running along her skin; making the hairs on her stand on end. If she could've, she would have gasped. Before walking further into the room, he crawled over to her on all fours. She watched him; he could see the fear in her eyes. He crawled towards her on human hands and feet, but moving as if there were muscles in his legs and hip and torso that didn't exist in normal human beings. The woman bunched herself up in a ball on the floor, her blue orbs closing as if she could simply escape it all as if it were a dream. That only made Creed laugh; which made shivers travel around the woman's body. It made things inside of her tighten, places where no unwanted hands should go. It was him that made him do that; his power, not because of arousal. Creed was now to her, a tongue slipped out of his mouth and slid along the woman's cheek, tasting her flesh. She made a whimpering noise, and it only made Creed all the more happy. Creed kneeled on the floor, slipping his fishnet shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. The woman flicked open her eyes; curios as to what was happening. Creed smiled devilishly down at her, unbuttoning his leather pants as she watched. She tried screaming again; but no sounds were let out. "Tsk, tsk. Maybe I should take the ball gag off, it'd make things much more exciting. However, I can't do that. Poor me. I should've found a more..private place." He purred, standing up, letting his pants falling to the ground and revealing his very happy member. His Grey hues lit up with lust; and he walked over to the female. He rolled her unto her back, crawling over her, arms on both sides of her head. She thrashed her head, and Creed bent down, a quick lick of her breasts. She tasted sweet; and smelled of expensive perfume. Sadly, she was only around the age of 18, just beginning her days of college. The wereleopard entered her violently, and the female attempted to cry out. There were times when Creed would get top rough; and because of his inhuman strength, he has broke a few pelvis bones. But of course they didn't need to worry about a broken pelvic bone for the rest of their life, because Creed gladly finished the job. They were lucky if they weren't injured; sometimes he felt merciful enough to let them go. However, that was almost worse than death. They would remember it for the rest of their life. He thrusted into her, in, and out, in and out, until she untightened. Then his movements became quicker, lips traveling along the female's body; exploring. Creed's eyes once used to be a dark chocolate brown, but spending to much time in his leopard form caused them to stay Grey, but it bothered him none. However, most of his victims found them terrifying, and they could sense that he was inhuman. It could be worse, he could be stuck with a few other leopard things that would be even more out of place. Sirens wailed outside of the building, and Creed stopped, eyes flicking to the ceiling. "Come out with your hands out." Yelled a gruffly male from a microphone. Creed looked at the female below her, and he could see the hope in her bright blue hues. He slapped her across the face and she cried out in pain. "Dammit...How did they find me here?" He muttered. He let out a loud sigh from behind his lips, and he looked down at the female again, grinning, which only brought the fear back into her eyes. The power engulfed her again, and Creed could see the goosebumps travel along her arms. He laughed then, his human form slowly disappearing as he started thrusting into her quickly again. He blocked out the noises from outside, focusing on her, the overwhelming pleasure. His form slowly started changing; obsidian fur slowly taking place of his human flesh. Claws took place of nails; and a short muzzle took place of his lips. Whiskers sprouted from his cheeks, and he was a leopard once more. The woman's eyes widened, if they widened any more he wouldn't be surprised if they simply popped out of her sockets. A growl that would've been a laugh escaped from the leopard's throat, revealing sharp teeth that filled his mouth. Of course the human groin his disappeared; and the leopard's one took it's place. It felt unworldly to the female, and very discomforting. But of course it did, it was rape. He could hear the others outside beginning to become impatient. "Come out with your hands up, or we're coming in." Luckily for Creed, they didn't know who and how many people were in the building. Just knew at least a villain was lurking in it. Creed's teeth sank into the woman's stomach, ripping out organs. He felt her body go limp, and exited her, lapping at the blood. The crimson liquid stained the black fur; making it seem darker in color. The leopard left the body there; her body left in bits and pieces. He ran on the steps of the basement, stalking through the building towards the windows, and he busted out of one. Glass shattered everywhere. It took the police by surprise; seeing a leopard, and they all froze. Giving Creed enough time to growl at them, a hiss followed it, and he ran off, one bullet catching him in the shoulder. However, they weren't silver bullets; so it'd be something that would heal quickly. If not in a few minutes. He ran through the streets, people running away to stay clear of the wild 'animal' and when he thought no one seen, he entered an alleyway, shifting back into his human form. He leaned against the wall, eyes flicking to the new wound; it already started closing up. Creed was nude, since he didn't get to grab his clothes. "Damn...I honestly thought that was going to be fun..." He said, prodding at his wound, feeling the soft skin. "Next time.." He muttered.