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The Company of a Virgin and a Cannibal	By : ChocoholicLynx Category: M through R > Ravenous Views: 1460 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not have the ownership of “Ravenous”. Profit was not made from this writing, it's only purpose being an exploration of ideas (no matter how fucked up).

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Author's Note: My big brother suggested this film “Ravenous”, especially since it had Robert Carlyle me and my sister admire so much.

However the film... was so awkward and directed so poorly, which the story could have been successful if it was laid out and constructed better than it was. Plus some of the actors could have done better with their work; Pearce and Carlyle were excellent. Those are just my opinions on it, so please don't take it personally. I'm just saying that although I found the plot and idea of the story interesting, the director could have done better.

Anyway, being my twisted self as usual, I was inspired by Colonel Ives'/Colqhoun's savageness and those very dark qualities he has along with those intense expressions. It led me into writing two fanfics of the film:

One based on the scene where Boyd had cut Ives hand that he in turn tempted poor Boyd – Yes, it is a M/M one for all those yaoi fans out there!

An AU version where there was a woman involved with the search, who in turn did not wish to die as a virgin and... Well, you guys can get what I am aiming at with her and Ives.

Here's the M/F one. Enjoy.~

Disclaimer: I do not have the ownership of “Ravenous”. Profit was not made from this writing, it's only purpose being an exploration of ideas (no matter how fucked up).

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The incident within the tent of the Private named Toffler was indeed an evident warning. This man whose name was Colqhoun, should have never been trusted let alone brought along with them.

Angela Hendrickson, the medic of the group, certainly knew she would have left him tied to a tree while the soldiers were conducting their rescue mission. Like what her late father said to her throughout the majority of her life. “Don't let saps who're unfit to take upon crucial tasks.” Usually he would add how even a woman's mind is needed in certain enforces of men.

Well, since in those days when a woman's opinions are not taken in serious account, particularly when in a male group of arrogant fools. Military arrogant fools who pride themselves that they had everything under control just by their rank, education and training they had received.

None of it would matter. When they are outside the comforts of their beliefs and familiarity of their position without proper direction, they would suffer greatly.

That is why Angie is running for her life after witnessing the shooting of George and the gutting of Hart by that slick bastard cannibal, who turned out to be Colonel Ives. She left Toffler behind, foolishly believing that he would have the same sense of not waiting around or using the gun on that human flesh-addicted monster. Bloody imbecilic coward.

Angie did not stop. Not for rest. Not for anyone. Not for anything, but her life.

Her face and neck scratched by the thicket of cruel branches. Her skirts ripped and torn by the cursed barbed thorns on the forest floor. Her ragged breaths ripped out from her rasping lungs. One of her booted feet caught on an exposed scheming root. Angie fell into the rough earth that greeted her unkindly. She groaned from the stinging from the scraps in the palms of her hands, wishing now that she had brought her gloves with her.

She heard shouting from her far left. It was Boyd. And Reich. The young medic rushed to her feet then stumbled across the obstacles of vegetation, following the shouting. In between the numerous firs, she clocked Boyd staring at a man in black attire with horror and disbelief slapped across his face.

It was Ives.

Angie stood from the high slope protected by thick trunks of bark, watching in horror as Boyd attempted to bash the insane man eater with his rifle. Tears fell from her eyes, seeing Boyd trying desperately to get past Ives. It was horrible, like a wolf cornering it's doomed harmless prey.

Then she gasped in stupor as Boyd jumped from the cliff's edge. Even Ives did seem to not expect that, looking over the edge after Boyd's suicidal departure. She turned away from the scene, slumping down the thick trunk. She wept silently for Boyd, George, Toffler, Hart and Reich. She blamed herself for not being straightforward about her anxiety with the solders, making them see and restrain so-called Colqhoun more securely for their safety.

She heard the rustle of leaves. Her head snapping back from it's previous hanging position. To her left turned to see what was happening on the cliff. Ives was not there.

“Boo!” Angie startled away from the tree, emitting a cry of terror. He stood there. Just three feet away, leaning against the fir leisurely. It was his sickening smile she saw first. Crimson smearing his teeth. Even his moustache was lightly wetted from the blood. Then those dark eyes. Those savage, near black orbs of evil and forbidden hunger as they bored into her set of frightened hazel.

Her body trembled. Adrenaline pumping through her veins. Fight or Flight. She skittered away from the human-flesh consuming demon. Tumbling her way down the slope, coarse insane laughter ringed in the background. Run. That's all her mind kept commanding. Just run. She sprinted onwards to the other slope across. Ives yanked her backwards by the collar of her dress, the ripping of cloth sounded through the air.

Angie screeched. She was slammed against harsh bark, snapping her eyes open to meet a mocking pair of menacing dark brown. He reeked of blood, making the medic gag. His gloved hand was pressed tightly against her long neck, the edge cutting into her windpipe. His thin but incredibly strong body pressing relentlessly into hers, trapping her entirely. No chance of escape routes nor the ability of fighting him off.

He was going to kill her. Then eat her. Oh god, oh god.

Even though Angie was near to soiling her undergarments and skirts, there was one thing that bothered her most beside the blood-curdling imagery of his teeth tearing a chunk of her flesh. She was going to die as a virgin.

That was it. That was what enraged her out of everything she has experienced on this nightmarish journey from inferno. She will never know what sex would be like. She had read books. Heard intriguing tails from friends who dreamily tell to the finest detail of what it was like with their now or then husbands. That is one of her nightmares. Dying before being able to discover and explore the wonders the world offers for her; despite the very negative resulted endings of such chances.

This rush of unwelcoming thoughts formed an idea that rooted her conscious mind - Although degrading but surely worth it.

“Could I interest you in an offer, before you slaughter me for your... new found craving.” The young medic inquired Ives. This earned a glance of curiosity from those savage dark eyes. His lips curve into a straight line, a trickle of blood ran down the corner of his mouth.

“What would that be?” His rich, rough Scottish voice hissed the question at her. His eyes shimmer with distrust. His hand wrapped itself around her slender neck, squeezing with cautionary. His sneering face mere inches from hers. His wiry bread unpleasantly tickling her smooth dimple chin.

“What I am offering you is a benefit to both you and I. I do not want to die as a virgin. I'm giving up my virtue over to you, since you're my only option now.” Angie's offer had dumbfounded Ives. His once snide filled expression fell into one of surprise then sceptical.

“Why on earth would you place that offer to me? Don't you want to live in God's Kingdom for all eternity?”

“Yeah, that is where my issue with the whole promising idea of heaven comes in.” She states monotonously. “From what all the Fathers, Nuns, People of God say about us retiring to a special place if we behave isn't that special nor that auspicious. Sitting on our backsides on clouds, signing and tuning a harp for the rest of time isn't my idea of eternal glory. I'd rather burn in Hell due to me being an unwed woman who lost her virginity willingly. My crime and punishment would unquestionably be linked to Lust. So that is why I'm asking you to ravish me. Fuck me. Do whatever you please for unshackling your sexual desires, before devouring me.” Angie hissed gaspingly back at him. Her teeth bared in an aggressive manner as if challenging him, like a pit bull keen for combat. Her nose touching Ives', her breath mingling with his own that stank of metallic bitterness.

The artful Colonel thought over her offering. At least the both of them would be euphoric at the end of it.

He moved a step back from her, loosening his tight grasp on her neck leaving blossoming bruise marks behind. The medic stared at him with such hunger, almost mirroring his own. She pushed his arm away from her. She stepped courageously forward, almost closing the distance between their lips. Then swiped her tongue at the corner of his mouth tasting the trickle of the acidly copper of another's life essence.

Angie giggled charmingly, her medically skilled hands clasping the front of Ives' jacket. Ives once more stunned by her sudden change of character. This side of Angela he is now being acquainted with is indeed extraordinary.

His crouch twinged with anew interest for his awaking sexual appetite. It certainly has been a long time since Ives had his last deeply intimate encounter. Snaking his arms around her slim waist, Ives returned Angie's affectionate lick across her dry lips dabbing them with red. Hendrickson certainly has won over his conclusion of preserving her.

The ravenous cannibal strikes the base of the back of the young medic's neck. Darkness engulfing her world.

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Warning for the next Chapter: There will be mentions and possible scene of cannibalism.

The fate of Angie and hot, animalistic sex is coming up!
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