Adult-FanFiction.org : Movies

Mouth Bitch's Jaws of Mercy	By : Bellboy64 Category: 1 through F > From Dusk 'Til Dawn Views: 3184 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the "From Dusk Till Dawn" film franchise nor the characters within it. This is an original story set within the universe, utilising one character for fanfiction purposes. I am not making any money from this.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
Chapter One: Fresh Meat
Charlie had been running for what seemed like hours from the unthinkable horrors he believed still stalked him. He was in the heart of the Titty Twister now, what felt like miles from where the monsters first spawned. Vampires. Monstrous, soul-less, blood-sucking demons masquerading as sexually attractive woman, young and maturing, clothed and nude. All very fond of their patrons. Now he knew why. He remember one made eyes at him not long after he arrived. It was a fleeting glance. He surveyed the rowdy scenes before him and a slim sultry-eyed vixen met eyes with him. She was alone carrying a drink from the bar to a table, she stared back at him as was leaving afterward and winked over at him and gave curled her red, full lips into a sultry smile. He took notice of her. He was at a small birthday celebration for a friend he in truth didn't really know that well and was unavailable so how couldn't he? He smiled back and she grinned slightly with an eagerness he couldn't comprehend but he was taken nevertheless.

In the long run it was good they didn't have a chance to meet. She would have probably devoured him. He would put it past her. When the jig was up it was a savage frenzy of blood and guts. Literally. One petite girl tore a man's liver out with razor sharped talons and chugged it like a beer before tossing it aside and chomping on his neck with a sickening crunch ending his life with a chilling gurgle from the man's blood-drenched throat. Another monstrous abomination had him pinned to his seat still enjoying the party apparently and kissed full on the lips as the reveal slowly came to fruition. Her face contorted and sprouted with pimples and grease and her brow bulged outward and her nose receded and inflated. As treated her companion to her luscious lips they stretched and flayed unnaturally turning sickly purple with tiny ulcers and zits populating the bulging parts, while her perfect white teeth turned a vile yellow and became sharp, deadly fangs with a vicious under bite that nearly pierced the man's roof. Her final look was that of a fat, demonic, nude, pinkish boar but the man didn't notice till she had finished. She broke away and cradled his head as the shock, disgust and pure terror dawned on his face. Her drool-laced jaws grinned evilly and her thick, bulging tongue moistened her cracked lips and dove back in before he could react and forced it down his throat. He choked and gagged repulsively fighting against some awful taste in his mouth. This time when she pulled away she ripped his tongue with her teeth causing blood to gush out like a morbid human tap. She guzzled at it hungrily as it splashed down her tits turning them crimson. She ate like a pig too. Messily. Yet some of her former amorous human traits were still present. She cuddled her victim affectionately as she fed, toying with him sadistically as he slowly began to die, massaging her moist jugs in full view and even trying to get him to suck on one of them. Eventually she settled for forcing a limp hand to fondle one while she suckled sweetly on his bloody mouth. He couldn't watch anymore. The action so repulsive he felt like he was about to puke. He felt sick. Sick with the depravity, sick with fear, sickened by the smell. At that moment he was called to flee with the few ones smart enough to do so to the storage room nearby covered by the chaos they slipped away unnoticed.

Not before long he and his friends- the survivors at least realized that they were sitting ducks and the search went on for another way out. They eventually found one hidden behind some stolen trucker cargo. It led upstairs to a dark sanctum of sorts with a corridors and corridors of empty halls with veiled curtains. There were no lights so they used some flashlights they'd discovered while looking for weapons should worst come to worst- which was more than likely. With a few moments respite they retreated into the den looking for a plausible exit. The curtains doors were endless. They dared not enter for fear of being trapped like rats in some elaborate cage. Their terrified whispers echoed throughout the hallways despite efforts to stifle them and eventually beastly, unearthly roars and snarls echoed behind him. The jig was up. The vamps were coming.

In an instant they were all running, bumping into one another in their desperation to escape the unimaginable horrors behind. Quickly they reached junctions, unintentionally splitting up into various smaller groups until finally Charlie was all alone. He considering turning back but the blood-curdling screams of pain and terror made him press onward.

He eventually had to stop. He literally didn't have the strength to run anymore. He was tired. It was about 10 o'clock now. It was hours before down and all his spent energy running was beginning to take it's toll. But he wasn't ready to quit. He didn't want to die. The fear was taking it's toll too. The fear kept him alive but it almost rooted him to the spot too. The memories of the massacre behind him came flooding back. The spilling blood, the severed limbs, the terrible screams, those horrible, horrible faces. Like it or not he was trapped and he in the jaws of Hell. The noise behind began to subside. Oddly he felt... kind of safe in the silence. Charlie began to figure if he kept quiet their chance of locating him might be lessened. But these were seasoned predators. Homicidal, quite literally blood-thirsty monsters wearing masks of beauty. Sirens. Vamps in the epitome of the word. His brief pausing gave him some of his breath back. But his slight levity died quickly. His flashlight was flickering, it was losing power.

"So soon?!" he indignantly pondered. "What the fuck am I gonna do now?"

As his light dimmed another one gently shone in the darkness.
What...?

The ominous light in the pitch blackness seemed to respond to his thoughts. It was pure white like the lights the survivors carried. It was a warm amber that flickered in the distance. A fireplace, perhaps? It wasn't bright enough to be raging but merely... calm and inviting.

Inviting. Of course it is. A nice little trap for him. But it might be one he'd have trigger regardless. For all he knows it could be one of them. His friends. He knew one such member of the gang that would be stupid enough to lit a beacon for all to see.

But the eerie silence disturbed him. Why hadn't anyone or anything for that matter found him?

He didn't like this. Not one bit.

But there was something oddly compelling about it. Something... kind of alluring. He couldn't really describe it. But what could be waiting for him stopped him from moving. Though. Surely it wouldn't hurt to take a glance at least. For the time being he had as much to gain as he had to lose. He started to move.
Slowly he began to advance on the glowing light. It twinkled like fairy-dust yet pulsated like magma. He couldn't really help himself, the closer he got the quickly his pace became. Like it was calling to him. He got a lump in throat as he drew near to the source.
It was one of the curtain-veiled rooms. It was a sole gleam of hope in his claustrophobic, bloody nightmare. The fabric swayed in a gentle breeze. It was almost seductive. Did this place have a brothel? Not that he noted when reading the signs when he first entered the Titty Twister. Maybe it was from a previous life... He could count the dusty cobwebs dancing with the curtain. This thing was old. Very old. But it was his only hope.
Cautiously he drew back the curtain and peered inside.
Despite the age it looked very sensual. A kind of historical love nest of sorts. Charlie couldn't help but smile a little. These vampires knew exactly what kind of game they were in.
He could feel a chill riding up his spine and he instinctively entered the room fearing to be spotted out in the open. He shut the curtains and fully stepped inside. The heat from a nearby brazier, the source of the light warmed him immensely. The danger of the vampires had left him shaken and very scared. Charlie was not a brave man. Far from it. He dared not fight his hunters. He was not very strong despite his average physique. Perhaps that girl took an interest in him was weak too and saw him as fresh meat. It was entirely possible. But nevertheless for all the shit the night had thrown at him, it felt nice to be reminded of something good again.
He felt a tickle in his neck. Like a cobweb. He reached up his right hand to brush it away and immediately regretted it. In his maneuver he'd disturbed some object embedded in his neck and it made him grunt in surprisingly intense pain. Scanning the room he could see a small bedroom mirror on a desk at the side with an accompanying desk and chair. Relieved slightly he made for it and sat down at the chair. Dusting off the mirror he looked at the strange antibody penetrating him. It looked like... a dart. He'd been shot with tiny dart! How did this happen? When? Grasping at it he could only remove a few small feathers on the tail. The rest was embedded to far for him get a grip on and every time he tried to grasp it the pain got excruciating.
He wracked his brain whilst enduring the now-itchy pain. He didn't remember being shot directly and then ironically something hit him. While fleeing the vampires a second time when turned a corner and left his peers behind he remembers feeling a sudden sharp pain in his calf as he scrambled for safety. He'd assumed it was the way he landed on it but maybe he'd triggered some kind of ancient trap. Exactly how old was this place?! Considering how old vampires were in legend he wouldn't been surprised if they came from pre-civilization. He didn't know much about Mexico's ancient history. Nothing in fact. But the more he pondered on it the more his neck seemed to ache.
Bending over from the chair he reached for the calf he felt pain in to see if he was wounded there. Reaching the calf the pain in his neck suddenly spiked to an unbearable peak.
There was nothing there but the damage was done. That was what he had felt. The impact of his neck wound spasmed in his calf. The pain was now so much he couldn't sit back in his seat. He tried to stand with every ounce of will he had left but his legs gave in almost immediately the dart's sinister venom sapping his strength to the point he instead tumbled to the silken sheet laden floor below.
He fell on to his knees hard but the soft fabrics cushioned him significantly. The pain was no less painful there but the gentle almost loving touch dulled it slightly. As though influenced by some benevolent force the pain begin to die and his strength slowly returned to him piece by piece. Regaining some of his conscience back he glanced at the floor he was kneeling on. It looked so luxurious. Like a plush duvet.
God how he wish were home. Safe. Free from this nightmare. All the sexual favors in the world weren't worth this! Heh. Sexual favors were a lie in this place. The Titty Twister was surely the greatest dining establishment in the world for a vampire. Men coming in every night to the waiting jaws of hungry beasts of every shape. He was in such deep shit. His thought returned to the floor. He ran his hand through curiously. He gently exclaimed to himself. It felt as good as it looked. His hands were sweating perpetually. The heat from the brazier was mounting considerably. He had to move away. It was getting too hot for him and the last thing he needs is a handicap if he was to be chased by another vampire.
With slight difficulty he got to his feet. He looked around the room. Charlie was still very much alone. Good. He lifted his foot to step away from the melting heat.
But he couldn't. Something had caught foot. It was the silk. The folds of the "duvet" coiled and folded everywhere looked and his ankle was snared. Peeved he bent down in effort free himself. No such luck. It was letting up. He readjusted his stance but it would only let him shimmy slightly and he nearly fell over. He looked over at the bed nearby and tried to reach over to it when a large chunky hand closed over his free ankle.
He felt it instantly and jumped in sudden shock. Another hand grasped his other ankle and both gripped him tightly. In a swift movement the hands pulled forward sending him falling backwards to the floor. The shock of the maneuver hurt slightly but the terrible fear overtook him. He was being pulled towards the very middle of the nest by his phantom captor. As he was dragged his body grew heavier as he snared in a similar fashion to the ankle, this time- everywhere! Suddenly he stopped and he felt movement beneath the covers. Something large. The hands parted his legs in anticipation. He tried struggling but that only made it tighten it's grip on him and the fabric clog so he had to settle for trying to get a better look at his assailant. As if to answer his inadvertent prayer something began to rise up from beneath.
From the hand came a pair of flabby yet strong looking, then came a head. The man had a lump in his throat with panic and it's balding scalp came into focus. Long hair hung down from the creature, a pair of large brown eyes backed by a moldy yellow sclera. The eyes were accompanied by deathly, skeletal brow that seemed to be encapsulated with wrinkling. Wrinkling down the forehead, round the eyes, correlating at the squashed, scrunched up nose like some kind of human bat. This thing was old but still had parts of "vibrancy" to her face, holding the vile structure together. The head had a pair of small floppy pointed ears that complimented the creature's facial features nicely, there were no real disgusting fallacies to them but they were clearly belonging to something not of the earth. Suddenly the maw was visible. A sickening array of symmetrical sharp, pointed fangs aligned a set of protruding surprisingly healthy gum. There were no gaps in the beast's mouth anywhere. Every hooked, straight and needled fang was present making the teeth the equivalent of a living jawed man-trap. The teeth was stained yellow with years of use and glistened menacingly in the firelight. It was definitely a vampire. It was a trap and he'd triggered it. The vamp's stretched lips curled into an evil smile taking in the victim's trauma.
Suddenly she winked at him. Mind games weren't unexpected by now but something clicked with him. "Where have I seen that before...?" he nervously questioned before. The vampire took notice of his inquisitive stare. She batted her eyelids suggestively at him and he began to see. His mouth began to choke with fear and a dawning realization.
"Y- Y- You!!" Charlie gasped with fear and pain. It was the girl he had a moment with before. Who shown interest in him and he in her. Little did he know it would amount to this. This... snaring trap. The vamp's sickly grin grew wider confirming his fears and sealing his fate. She'd planned for this, her dark scheme was for him. He'd thought himself extraordinarily lucky due to being unspoiled in the main area and not being savaged in the darkness while his companions screamed bloody murder. He'd been "reserved", taken. And now he lay in waiting for her. Her selected fresh meat. A special succulent meal just for her.
And she looked hungry.
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Mouth Bitch's Jaws of Mercy