The Othre surged out of Holly, growing into a physical form like moonlit smoke. It stretched out its misty tendrils and wrapped them around Holly and Rachel, pulling them into the masoleum.
The door immediately closed behind them, and Holly was suddenly blind. The Othre squeezed her ribs, tighter and tighter. Holly wondered if she was going to die. Beside her, Rachel screamed as the infection slowly seeped into her body. The Othre swirled joyously above her open mouth, then dove in. Rachel lit up like a lightning strike, and her body flew into the air, spinning and jerking wildly as the Othre coursed through her veins and latched onto her soul.
Holly felt her own soul expanding as it was released from the Othre’s binding grip. She gasped as emotions came flooding back- fear and awe, love and joy. Freedom, freedom! The Othre was gone from her body, detached from her soul!
The Othre violently swooped Holly into the air and flung her out of the masoleum. She hit the ground hard and yelped when she felt a bone in her arm crack under the weight of her body.
Oh, but she was free, free, free! She wasn’t infected anymore, she was alive!
She was alive.
A growl suddenly pireced the silence of the woods, and Holly sat up, yelping as pain coursed through her arm. Was there a mountain lion nearby? They occasionally prowled through the shadows of Hollowpine.
Gazing through the bushes, barely three feet away, was a pair of fiery golden eyes.
The smell of Holly Elizabeth’s fear is so poignant, the Gryphon can practically taste it.
He wants to taste her blood, lap it up like milk. He loves the metallic taste of blood, loves its thickness, its warmth.
Her blood smells so good.
The taste of it would be like liquid ecstasy.
The Gryphon mentally draws on his glamour of invisibilty and creeps out into the clearing.
She is trembling in fear, Holly Elizabeth.
She knows that Death is stalking towards her on silent paws.
The Gryphon lowers into a hunter’s crouch, and, like a lightning bolt, surges forward, stretching out his mighty talons.
Holly screams as the Gryphon rakes his talons down her chest. It is not a killing blow, simply a scrape to draw blood.
The Gryphon leans over her, inhaling the delicious smell of fear and pain and blood. He stretches out his tongue and begins to lap up the blood that is pouring from the wounds on her chest.
Holly Elizabeth sobs, confused and terrified and in terrible pain. She eventually falls unconcious, and her body is still.
The Gryphon continues to drink her blood. It is very filling, very satisfying; the Gryphon has never tasted blood like Holly Elizabeth’s.
Finally, he stops, swooping his tongue across her chest in one final lick. His secondary glands open up, realeasing healing microbes into his saliva. The scrapes on Holly’s chest close up and disappear, barely leaving a scar.
The Gryphon backs away from Holly Elizabeth’s unconcious form.
She will not remember anything.