SPRAGUE THE GHOSTMAKER
Part IX
By FREDIC
V. SELLERS
Copyright ©1999
All Rights Reserved
Part 9
With instinct and a sharp eye, Sprague found the entrance to the interior of the wall hidden among the tangled growth of vines and leaves. He paused as he carefully examined the surface area of the timeworn door.
"Someone has passed through this door not long ago...see how it is partially open?" With caution, he pushed the door open with the tip of his
long blade. Repulsed by the stale, musty air of the interior, they stood in the doorway, hesitant to rush into the unknown. The hilts of their blades hummed and shivered in their grasps...warning them of an imminent danger. Slowly, Sprague moved fluidly with measured steps, into the thick darkness with Rubios close behind.
"I smell death," said Rubios in a granular tone of voice, "a fresh smell of death. I don't like this." She leveled her
long blade to the height of her breasts bracing herself for something that she knew was close about.
Trusting his mates' instincts, sensing the odor of the dead to his right. The scent was strong in their nostrils. Their eyes, adjusting to the darkness, aided by the dusky purple tainted light of the approaching dawn, that the open door provided...they searched for the source of the reeked stank.
Sprague saw...sitting in the thick dust of the floor, braced by the decaying wall, was what vaguely resembled the remains of a human. What the bewildered duo saw, chilled them to their bones. A body of nothing more
than a brittle emaciated structure, covered with a filmy substance that faintly resembled skin. The eyeballs were nothing more than two shrunken and distorted dried out spheres...occupying empty sockets. The entangled hair of its head, hung lifeless to its rawboned shoulders. Its fine untattered clothing hung
loosely over a soulless cadaverous frame...fabric not affected by the fate of the body. His bony arms hung loose...hands resting in the thick dust covered floor. His long blade still gripped in his right hand, but what caught Sprague's attention, was the condition of the left hand. It was crushed into a gritty dust, coexisting with a fresh footprint.
"ESKRA! Look at this, Rubios," Sprague whispered. "The clothing are like new and slightly soiled...his long blade is clean and untarnished. But yet his body is skeletal."
"Strange, yes," responded Rubios, clearly preoccupied with a deeper concern. Her face was like stone...no expression...cold. "I sense something deeper than any evil I've ever known!"
Sprague has learned through the many seasons, to trust Rubios' instincts. Studying her eyes, he could see the weightiness of her distress. "Yes, this place reeks of a terrible wickedness." Returning his attention to the body, "something or someone has drained him of all his body fluids."
"Listen, something is moving towards us in the darkness...moving slowly," whispered Rubios, standing close to Sprague...but more to his front again taking notice of the constant humming of her
long blade.
With a frigid scowl on his dark face, he turned an ear towards the muffled movement emanating from the tunnel. Sprague reached out and grasped Rubios' arm, but she quickly jerked it out of his grip. "No! I have a strange feeling about what or who is shrouded by the darkness...I feel a fixation aimed at me."
The two ebony warriors were suddenly repelled by an offensive odor like a hundred women in heat, combined with the foulness of an unclean body...an unbearable stank. The unmistakable sound of blood curdling baby-like whimpers accompanied the
gut-wrenching odor...interlaced with an undeniable evil.
"Tala! Rubios loudly voiced," as the unwholesome horror suddenly came into their view. Frozen momentarily, Rubios stared at a being so hideousness, it sucked the breath right out of her lungs.
The creature, a female, by all descriptions of human representation. She or it, was slightly larger than Sprague, and thicker in girth. The creature's face was vaguely human, with eyes slanted down on the outer corners. They were a greenish yellow with dark pupils, not unlike that of a serpent. The texture of her sickly green skin was like the belly of a fish. The nose was flat and wide, flaring with each drawn breath. Her tongue...like a dog, flicked like a snake. The body was muscular and strong, with a slick coating of some smelly, oily substance. Her breasts were huge and swayed when she moved. The legs were thick and sinewy, meeting at the thick matted hair of her crotch. She had long thick, razor sharp nails
protruding from each of four webbed fingers.
"Eskra! No creatures have I seen as foul as this!" Sprague blurted out, reaching out to grasp Rubios' arm to pull her behind him.
Rubios, aware that the creature was looking at her in an unsubtle lusty gleam in her eyes...knew that it wanted her in a sexual way! Never experiencing anything so unnatural in sort. Feeling the ultimate in an intimate violation and indignation from the core of her being...stirred an anger so provoking, consumed her entire body. Sweat
crept from her pores, coating her dark ebony body with a glaze, underscoring the terrible anger within her. Snatching her arm from Sprague's grip and quickly gave him such a scowling glare, that even he wouldn't dare to challenge. She cried out, "Stay put man....this stinking bitch is mine!"
To be continued