In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... it’s not like you have anything better to do.” She turned around and walked away.

“I got some fucking rats to kill!” Sam shouted as she left.

Sam’s mood didn’t improve for the rest of the day. He worked around the tavern to earn his drinks, all while muttering better responses he could have used on Sorine. That night, though he went to bed in Romania, his dreams carried him back to France. America was only in the war for a year, but that was long enough for the horrors of war to be forever etched into Sam’s soul.

He could still smell the spilled blood and voided bowels of the slain, and the pungent stink of burning gunpowder. How many days did he spend in those trenches? As a member of the 315th Infantry Regiment, all he and his fellow troops could do was hide in their holes, waiting for death, while occasionally shooting at enemies they couldn’t even see. When it rained, all they could do was shiver, and when they did advance, they ran in an awkward shamble, all suffering from trench foot. Their uniforms were caked with mud from crawling across the ground and shredded from barbed wire. Machine gun fire chopped men into pieces, making it look like their bodies were exploding from the inside.

Hiding behind a tank, Sam and several others made it to an enemy trench, finally able to look their foes in the eyes. He now used his rifle to stab and slash at his opponents, slipping his bayonet between their ribs like he was stabbing a pillow. Those beyond his reach, he ...

... dispatched with his trusty revolver. How strange that something so small as a bullet could end lives so easily. A simple piece of lead could erase memories, dreams, fear, pain, and love and turn human beings into nothing more than cooling meat.

Sam couldn’t remember the date, as the days all melted together. He didn’t know when it was that that grenade landed in front of him. All he remembered was the flash, brighter than the sunrise, and the sound of the explosion, like—

Sam bolted out of bed, awoken once again by the sound of a gunshot. However, unlike the night before, it didn’t happen in some house down the road. Instead, it was right down the hall. Sam grabbed his pistol and checked it. Four bullets. He ran out into the hall, driven by primal instinct and a soldier’s restlessness. He could hear movement and sobbing in the tavernkeeper’s bedroom. He kicked the door open, finding the barman dead on the floor beside his shotgun. His skull had already been hollowed out. The man’s wife was cowering in the corner, as before her stood Danut, growling like a hellhound with a sickening gurgle in his throat.

As he stepped forward, Sam raised his gun. “Danut!”

The ghoul turned to him, staring with soulless eyes that gleamed in the dark, and screamed with an inhuman voice of wrathful bloodlust. Sam pulled the trigger, drilling a hole through the center of Danut’s heart and severing his spine, causing instant death. Danut collapsed like a puppet with his stringers cut, and ...