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story_codes: M/g(9), supernatural, semi-cons

story_intro: It's late at night and a bunch of young adults are partying in the woods by a lake where an inhuman killer lurks. Of course the bodies (and body parts) are going to fly in any respectable horror movie. But what if one remaining character who was by herself in a cabin was a preteen girl?



story_language: English



Dark

Written by madvlad


Author's Note: The entity in the lake was featured in the story, "The Water Man". You don't have to read that story before this one, but it does present some history about Lake Grenville.


	Todd had just pulled out some papers and a bag of weed when Erica elbowed him in the ribs.

	"What?" he asked, irritated.

	Erica glared at him before jerking her head to the little girl sitting in the seat behind them in the van.

	"What?" he asked innocently. "I've got plenty and I don't think she'll smoke much of it, anyway."

	"Don't be an asshole," she hissed. "We'll be at the cabin in ten minutes and then you can have all you want."

	"All I want?" he said with a smirk as he grabbed at a breast.

	Erica couldn't stifle her grin as she batted his hand down.

	"Yes - all. But I'm worried enough about keeping Gretchen's mouth shut. If she does blab, she doesn't need to be talking about funny-smelling cigarettes, okay?"

	Todd nodded, pretending to look serious as he stuffed his stash away.

	"Yeah, the poor kid is going to feel left out when the rest of us party. You know, there was a guy at the gas station who looked like a child molester. Maybe we should go back and get him so she can get laid, too. Then she won't tell for sure."

	"Gross!" Nancy groaned from Erica's other side. "You really are an asshole, Todd."

	"And that's news?" Rick asked from the front where he was driving. His girlfriend, Tasha, laughed from the passenger side seat.

	"Keep it down," Erica groaned and turned to check on her charge, afraid she might have heard.

	Gretchen was absorbed in a book - one of those Christian-themed ones she was always reading. The nine year-old's golden hair cascaded on either side of her face as she lost herself in the story.

	Beside her, Nancy's boyfriend, Mike, shrugged as if to confirm that Gretchen had been oblivious to everything being said.

	Erica exhaled in relief and turned to the front again. She had been Gretchen's babysitter for a few years. It was always an easy gig as the girl was a little goody-two-shoes. The trouble was, she might be a little too good.

	Rick's uncle had a very spacious cabin out by Lake Grenville that he rented out to people. But when the group for this weekend cancelled abruptly, he offered it to his nephew on short notice. All of Erica's friends were going but Erica was already confirmed to sit for Gretchen that night.

	Erica and her friends were all going to the local community college now and it wasn't a problem for them to stay the weekend since they were now adults. But Gretchen's parents were going to some church conference and would be staying in the city overnight. Erica was supposed to stay at Gretchen's until the couple returned Saturday evening. She was looking forward to the money from such a long sit but didn't want to miss this weekend. Mike was willing to bring them back on Saturday and then return with Eric once Gretchen's parents were home.

	But what to do about Friday night?

	Erica surprised Gretchen by telling her they were going to camp out at the cabin. The girl was excited, but being so obedient, asked an inevitable question.

	"My mom and dad said it was okay?"

	"Uh, well, this chance just came up after they left," Erica lied. "And I'd hate to call and disturb them for such a small thing."

	"Well, okay," Gretchen answered slowly.

	The plan was to ditch Gretchen at the cabin. Then they would go into the woods to one of the fire pits where they would light up some wood, some weed, and pass a few bottles around. By the time they would return to the cabin, Gretchen would be fast asleep (the kid could sleep though a tornado) and they could have their fun in the other bedrooms.

	After arriving, Erica got Gretchen settled in with some snacks and offered to loan the girl her iPad so she could watch any movie she wanted.

	"Even the scary ones," Erica said with a wink.

	"Oh no," Gretchen replied earnestly. "Lots of those movies are bad. I shouldn't watch those. But that's okay, I've got this book and another one packed."

	Erica patted and Gretchen but shook her head as she joined the others outside. Only nine, Gretchen was a good-looking kid already. When she got a little older, she'd have plenty of boys sniffing around. But Erica doubted that Gretchen would go for anything hotter than holding hands at a church picnic until her wedding night.

	But Gretchen was quickly forgotten as Erica and her gang began to enjoy themselves in the firelight.

	
FOURTEEN YEARS AGO

	In Lake Grenville, not everything died - or died in the common, natural sense. The figure had known that when he rose from its depths, reborn. He didn't know why and he never contemplated the reason for his existence. He just knew he existed. Anything beyond that was beyond his realm of caring.

	From his natural life, he had memories of exclusion, isolation, and rage. He had been different then - although not as different as he was now - and it had caused him torment. But after his rebirth, he had seen his reflection in the lake's still water and despised his visage all the more. From the skin of a deer he had trapped, he fashioned a hood with which to cover himself. It wasn't for the others. No, it was to spare him from seeing his face during the long moments he peered into the lake.

	He made his home in the warren of caves on this end of the lake. Most were condemned and gated off by authorities and this suited him well.

	There were others in the vast stretch of water. There was one in particular with which he silently communicated. This one had been a man, too, once, before his altered existence made him one with the water. He was sympathetic to the "new" man.

	"I, too was perplexed and disoriented with what I had become," the man of the water said. "But I came to appreciate the gift that I had become. So many young ones come to me, now. So many to touch and to taste, and to have."

	The figure didn't seem to care.

	"You ought to find a hobby; something to work out your anger," the watery voice continued in the figure's head. "All you do is hide during the day and come out at night, making sure you're all alone."

	"Alone is what I've always been," the figure mentally replied. "There is no torment from others when I am alone. And the dark of the night and the dark of the caves gives me what I want."

	"There you go," the water said jovially. "Since you don't remember your name, I'll give you a new one. 'Dark'. Consider it a present."

	The figure worked the name in his mind. Dark. Yes, Dark.

	"I shall be called Dark," he replied. "Thank you."

	"Certainly. Now we...wait. Oh, oh. Yes...twelve, perhaps. Budding and...mmmmm...a virgin. Naked, too - a skinny dipper. Most convenient...and delicious."

	Dark sighed. The water was the closest thing he had to a friend, but often was distracted anytime a young girl was in the lake. He trudged away.

	There were voices in the cave. A man and a woman. He could hear them keenly, even from this distance. They mustn't be caught since they were each married to someone else. Dark sniffed, smelling the sex he had been denied so much before...back then.

	Their self-absorption tormented him and his rage grew. They were in his territory, intruding on his darkness. He approached, stealthy and strong. Yes, so strong with his gift on re-animation. And he showed them his darkness.

	His rage spent, he contemplated what he had done. The act did not bother him. But their bodies might bring others to search. The caves, though, they were deep - so deep that not even he had penetrated their deep darkness completely. And to the lower caves his victims were consigned; an offering to a darkness perhaps deeper than his.

	Every time, again and again.

	
PRESENT DAY, AGAIN

	Spinning as it flew in an arc, the beer bottle randomly reflected orange from the nearby fire as it approached the chain link fence across the cave entrance. Several of its empty brethren lay fallen on the ground where they had landed after bouncing off the fence; two now in shards. But this bottle sailed through the six-inch gap between the fence top and the cave mouth. A moment later, and echoing shatter of glass confirmed the end of its flight.

	"Score!" Todd yelled, raising his arms in victory.

	"Big deal," Rick said, needling his friend. "Your throw would have been too low if the fence wasn't sagging. That space on top has never been the big. That pole on the right must be getting loose in the ground."

	"Bullshit," Todd retorted, unsteadily getting to his feet.

	He walked over to the fence, tugging on the suspect pole.

	"See?" he called. "No sag. It's as straight-up as a..."

	The pole fell forward, churning a clump of dirt as the poorly sunk bottom broke free of the ground.

	"As straight-up as a limp dick," Mike chortled.

	"You're still my champion," Erica cooed, getting up with a freshly lit joint.

	"Is this my reward?" he asked as she handed it to him.

	"Part of it," she said suggestively as her hand traced over his groin. "I see you booked us a private room."

	Todd followed Erica as she walked into the cave. Once they were out of the sight of the others with just a little illumination from the fire, he leaned against the cave wall as Erica knelt and unzipped his fly. He sucked on the joint while Eric sucked on something else.

	Damn but she was good at sucking cock, he thought. She was especially good when she was high. Some people got sugar cravings, Erica preferred meat.

	This time, though, she was going especially wild. Todd's eyes were closed. He felt her face mashed against him and she was twisting her head crazily. Shit, she was deep throating him - that was a first. And those noises she was making - woo!

	"OW!" Todd cried. "What the fuck?"

	The crazy bitch had bit him. He opened his eyes and looked down. He couldn't see much in the dimness but he could tell she was panic-stricken and choking on his cock. Then he understood why - a large, gloved hand was pushing her head against him. As Todd's eyes adjusted, he could make out the shadowy outline of the figure attached to the hand. It was very big - as in scary big.

	"Oh sh-" was his parting epitaph.

	The pair would no longer defile his darkness. He would send their remains deeper to feed whatever awaited them. But there were others out there, tormenting him with laughter and light. Dark went forth.

	When the sixth body bounced wetly into the inky cave depths, Dark considered what he had done. Not out of remorse, but he had a nagging feeling his work was incomplete. He sensed that there had been another in this group. He didn't know how he knew. But he knew and that was enough.

	The coals were stamped dead under Dark's boots, plunging the woods into almost total blackness under a half moon. But Dark never minded the light from the moon.

	Smokey the Bear would have approved of Dark's thoroughness although Dark neither knew of nor remembered that character. Had they met in person with Smokey about to give him a bear hug for preventing fires, the outcome would have been most unfortunate for the US Forest Service mascot.

	Dark tromped toward the place where he sensed the other. He saw the light in the cabin and approached the window.

	Gretchen had changed into her nightgown, brushed her teeth, and was ready for bed. As always, she knelt and said her prayers.

	This one was young. Dark's companion in the water would like her kind. As she watched the kneeling figure, Dark's senses felt some waviness. She was communing with a power beyond him. Dark wasn't sure what he should do, but he must confront the girl.

	Gretchen was nearly finished when the door burst open behind her. Startled she turned to see the massive, masked figure striding into the room.

	"Todd, that's not funny," she chided. "And it's not nice."

	It was just the kind of prank that Erica's boyfriend would pull, scaring her like that. Gretchen knew she should be forgiving, but the interruption of her prayers was especially wrong. She softened her attitude before she spoke again but then realized something wasn't right.

	This person was bigger than Todd - much bigger. And certainly bigger than Rick or Mike or certainly any of the girls. She backed away from him until her legs hit the bed and she fell backward on it.

	When Dark confronted any of his previous victims, he could read their fear of getting caught while doing something they shouldn't. But their secrets always followed them in their eternal crypts. This small one was afraid, but was free of guilt.

	Dark pondered this dilemma. Although she had come with the others, she had done nothing to disturb him. His companion of the water was knowledgeable and savored this type. Perhaps Dark should learn why. He grabbed the girl's nightgown and was ready to rip it from her when she cried out.

	"No, please!"

	Gretchen's mouth quivered as tears rolled down her cheeks. The monster stopped and removed his hands. Then he pulled up on the hem. The girl pushed the cloth down with her hands. Impatiently, the creature grunted and moved his hand in a way that told Gretchen to remove her gown.

	"But you shouldn't see me in my underwear," she said in a small voice.

	Dark grunted again; a sharp exhalation of breath that carried a smell of something deep. Weeping, the girl removed her nightgown, leaving her only wearing her white underpants and a gold cross around her neck.

	Dark surveyed the girl's chest. It was completely flat, unlike the more bulbous ones he had always found before on his female victims. More than one of them had also been undressed when he came upon them. The ornament lying there, yellow and metallic, drew his interest.

	He had seen such talismans before and hadn't given them any thought. But this had meaning, a connection the girl and that other power. No, this little one would not perish at his hands. But he definitely had to investigate her further. From the watery entity's descriptions, Dark knew that he had to find what was beneath the child's last remaining article of clothing. Unwilling to bother with making the girl comply, Dark simply tore the panties from her body.

	Gretchen tried to cover her nudity but Dark batted her hands away, grunting impatiently. Afraid of angering him, she pressed her hands to the bed. Although she wanted to shut her eyes, the man's dark eyes peering through the holes in the hood compelled her to keep them open. Through the opening in the hood's mouth, his lips twisted and moved but he did not say anything.

	Dark reached out with a gloved hand to touch the girl and then stopped. For the first ever with human since his rebirth, he removed his gloves. Gretchen saw the large hands, gray-skinned with black fingernails. He touched her now on her chest.

	She was expecting his skin to be cold and clammy but it was dry and curiously hot against her. He stroked her figure with care, investigating this marvel of flesh before him. Parting her legs, he investigated her hairless vulva with his fingertips, feeling her shudder as her parted her labia. There was the best part of the prize, the jewel among her girlish treasures, according to the voice from the water. This is what the water man liked to taste most of all. With no restraint, Dark took the little girl's sex in his mouth.

	Her girlish mound was supple in his mouth. He held it in his teeth, careful not to break the skin for he did not want to damage this thing. With an unfamiliar hunger, he lapped at the smooth little slit, sucking on the nine year-old's pussy with growing need.

	Gretchen cried as she was orally molested. Her private part was now soaked by spittle as the man ravished her with his mouth and probing tongue.

	"No! Please stop!" she kept screaming. "No! Please No!"

	Dark continued, oblivious to his victim's protests. His appetite was growing and he sensed - and tasted a change. Gretchen kept on but her wails softened as she was licked.

	"No! Please! Stop. Don't...please! Please...please? Oh...ah...please."

	Gretchen's preteen juices were flowing madly. Dark fed on them relentlessly, feeling the urgency in her sex and in her being. It was new to both of them and he kept tonguing the youngster's hairless snatch until she exploded, bathing his mouth with her nectar while she quivered helplessly.

	Dark sensed something was completed in her. But now he had a new need, something that stirred memories from his earlier existence. Something that must be quenched inside this child.

	Images flashed in his mind. He was young then and so were they. Already, he was different, but they didn't seem to care. Together they all explored and he remembered their heat and their moistness around him, their little voices piping with pleasure as their bodies became joined. And then the others had found them later and there was anger and torment. And the others marked him as even more different than before. He missed the ones he had coupled with but now another was here for him.

	Gretchen was in a daze, her mind reeling from the unexpected and intense thing that had happened to her. It was centered in a place she was supposed to protect. Did this mean she was no longer a virgin? She knew she was supposed to be one until she got married but never had all of the information to understand it all. When she was older and began to develop, her mother would tell her about these things.

	She wanted to be a good girl but this thing that wasn't supposed to happen had been very good, too. With a languid sigh, she allowed the man to part her legs even farther. It wasn't until he unfastened his pants and she saw the hard thing in his hand that she became more focused.

	It was long and thick; light gray along its length until the curiously shaped knob on the end which was a darker shade. As the man positioned himself, Gretchen's heart quickened as she realized his intent to put it between her legs, in her most private place.

	"Noooooo," she begged as the man pressed himself into her.

	Gretchen's mound opened easily, the soft flesh expanding around the glans. But it was the smallness of her vagina that resisted him. For the moment.

	Dark gained clarity. There was something blocking him from his quest. He remembered the same thing from the golden-hazed images of his human youth - the fleshy barriers that stretched around him as he entered his wriggling playmates. But now he was so much larger. This one could not stretch. But he understood that she must stretch beyond it or be damaged. And he would not damage her. With a thought, he determined that would not happen and so he readied himself, letting the powers that had made him now allow the girl to take him completely.

	He powered forward, shredding the nine year-old's maidenhead. The shrillness from Gretchen's mouth was not like the delighted squeals he remembered from so long ago. She did not understand, but he knew after this initial tearing, she would tear no more.

	With heavy thrusts, he penetrated the child's tight, virgin pussy. Her channel expanded impossibly around his girth, elongating unnaturally until his entire, massive member was ensconced inside the young girl's sex. Gretchen's screams died in her throat as she desperately sucked in air.

	When her hymen ruptured, Gretchen gained some innate understanding what being a virgin meant. What it had meant because at nine years of age, her virginity was gone; ripped away by the marauding thing was plumbing her entire being. Her insides were stretched thinly and her young cunny was at the mercy of the unnatural man's prick.

	With every slam into Gretchen's slippery cunt, Dark made the girl jerk. Her crimson-stained fluids spattered along the insides of her widely spread thighs and adorned the straining bald ring of her labia. As he rutted inside the child's aching twat, he could feel her heartbeat racing wildly.

	Gretchen could not stop or control the heavy rod of flesh that pounded her, sluicing wetly between her legs. She lay helplessly, pinned to the bed and her legs stretched widely to give the creature unimpeded access to her throbbing hole.

	Dark felt the ache growing in his balls and let it build until it became excruciating. His boiling load throbbed through his massive penis, heavily inseminating the nine year-old and making her tummy bulge as she was filled. As the waves of jism slammed into her, Gretchen's eyes rolled in her head. She barely missed fainting but her senses were limited to the pressure on her uterus and the ache of her brutally expanded cunny walls.

	Then it was gone. She felt the absence of the pressure and the thickness inside her. Sickly, she felt the warm, sticky flow pouring out of her ravished hole. Struggling to sit up, she saw the mess between her legs and the large but flaccid organ dangling from Dark's groin, dripping with more of the stuff.

	In her scrambled brain, she decided she needed to wash this dreadful mess from her. Babbling at Dark, she excused herself to go to the bathroom. But she found herself unable to walk yet and crawled over there while Dark watched impassively. She was able to pull herself upright at the sink and scrubbed down there until the horrid flow had ceased and she was sufficiently clean.

	When she returned, tottering on weakened legs, Dark regarded her curiously. She had not enjoyed the coupling as he remembered the others doing. He wanted to taste this girl's essence again and knew she had responded well to that.

	Gretchen had no voice left to protest when he pushed her down to the bed again. Fearful of his penis, she felt peculiarly relieved when he only brought his mouth to her crotch. He was still ravenous, feeding from the harvest of her arousal. This time, his tongue found more territory with her virgin gate removed. The nine year-old warbled as Dark's tongue snaked deep into her snatch, thrusting as if in coitus. The man sucked at her leaking pussy, pulling everything she could produce until she came once more.

	The girl's chest heaved as she sucked in air following her climax. The masked man sat on the bed, staring at her with those inscrutable dark eyes. There had been that indescribable and mysterious pleasure again. Would the painful thrusting of that hardness in her aching slit begin again?

	Her mind moving faster than the whispered words on her lips, Gretchen prayed. For forgiveness if she had transgressed in any way. For deliverance if there was to be any. The floating feeling she sometimes encountered while in deep prayer came to her, lifting and comforting. It passed slowly, easing her down. Then she felt the heavy hand upon her chest.

	Gretchen opened her eyes, dreading the push that would send her on her back to take that thing humping between her legs again. But the man was holding her wadded nightgown against her.

	Slowly, she took it and the man let go. He looked at her a moment more and then left, leaving the cabin door ajar as he disappeared into the night. Gretchen sat naked and alone for an unknown time. Then she donned her gown and padded to the door, shutting it against the darkness.

	
Sheriff Voorhees eased past the other vehicles and parked, stepping out. It was another cluster-fuck day on the south end of the lake. Six kids - well, young adults - had gone missing. He saw Chief Krueger with one of his officers, talking. The cabin was actually in Krueger's jurisdiction so his guys responded to the initial call. But not far beyond the cabin was unincorporated county land which punched the sheriff's ticket to the dance.

	"Fred," the sheriff greeted the chief, not bothering with a "good morning" as neither of them felt it.

	"Jason," Chief Krueger replied with a nod. "You want the score?"

	"Shoot."

	"A little girl walks a few miles this morning to Weidner's Shell station," Krueger began, jerking a thumb toward a little girl huddled between two concerned parents who were talking softly to her and stroking her hair. "She reported that her babysitter and the sitter's friends went into the woods and weren't in the cabin this morning."

	"Right, I got the call at home, sent you four of my guys to help."

	Krueger nodded his acknowledgement.

	"Yeah, thanks. I knew you wouldn't give a damn about us looking around across the town line in the county dirt, but we figured we need more eyes in a hurry in case someone was hurt. Anyway, two of your deputies, Bishop and Ripley, found the remains of a recent campfire. It wasn't left burning overnight, that's for damned sure. They stomped everything really well. But there was plenty of booze - a lot of it drunken but not all. And a chain link fence in front of a cave was pulled down. They found a half-smoked joint inside, but that's about it."

	"Right," said Voorhees. "And if we pony up the money for a huge, ten year-long expedition, we might map out, what, half the damned caves out here. And we probably still won't find our missing dumb asses."

	Krueger shrugged. Since the cave was on county property, it was up the sheriff to notify the next of kin. Why the hell people thought it was a good idea to get drunk and high and then go running off in closed caves was beyond him. And the little assholes last night took down the fence and sure enough the families would want to sue. Then he spotted one of his cruisers pulling up and waved his officer over.

	The new guy was kind of a punk who had somehow acquired the nickname 'Evil Ed'. Krueger thought that "Shit Lizard' would be more apropos but the kid had some relations on the town council, so that was that. Krueger had sent him to the forestry center a mile away to interview the new caretakers there in case they had seen or heard anything last night.

	"Did you learn anything?" Krueger asked, barely offering the man a glance.

	Ed stood, grinning and chewing some gum loudly as he looked at his boss and the sheriff.

	"Yeah," he finally said. "Those caretakers are good-looking ladies."

	"Anything besides their tits and asses?" Krueger barked, his patience thin.

	"Yup. I think they're dykes."

	Voorhees gave the officer a hard look that temporarily froze his mastication of the Wrigley's in his mouth.

	"Uh, but they didn't know anything about last night," Ed muttered before slinking away.

	Voorhees walked over to the girl who looked at him with tired eyes. He didn't want to prolong her ordeal and thought it best to let her go home with her parents. Checking his notes, he spoke in a gentle voice.

	"Gretchen? I'm Sheriff Voorhees. I know you told some other officers everything you know about where the others might have gone. We think they wandered into a cave and got lost."

	"Will you find them?"

	Voorhees felt the kid's eyes on him, searching deeply. He wasn't going to lie - or at least not too much.

	"I don't know," he replied, although he figured the group was long gone into the caves, maybe falling in a hole and were too stoned to know it. "But just to rule out the possibility of foul play, did you notice anyone else around? Anyone who might be a bad guy if he got the chance?"

	Gretchen thought back to the man last night who had taken her virginity. And then came the memories of those other things he had done. She didn't know what to make of him but she would certainly never forget.

	She shook her head.

	"No, sir," she told him gravely. "I didn't see any bad guys."



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