3 comments/ 18305 views/ 3 favorites The Detour By: Ginger Harris God she'd had a bad day. Lori had worked overtime on a big project, and it was already nearly dusk on this beautiful, hot August evening. After presenting what she KNEW was an excellent proposal, her boss's response was barely lukewarm. He wanted his ass kissed on a daily basis (and she suspected he wanted more than that from her)... and the taste in her mouth got worst by the day. No matter how good she managed his affairs, he was either taking credit for her work, or telling her she could be better - (especially if she'd just dress a little sexier). If she wasn't making such damn good money she'd fire her boss and hit the road for good. To make matters worst, Lori was tired of living with her boyfriend, but unfortunately couldn't quite afford to be out on her own yet. She'd incurred major debt during her divorce. This new guy was nice enough, but after a fun few months he'd turned out to be a work-alcoholic by day, and a borderline alcoholic by night. Their occasional bland sex was irritating and unfulfilling. be passed out before she got home tonight, and that was just fine with her. Besides, she found herself satisfying herself in the bathtub better than he could in the bedroom. AND she was determined to NOT to be caught up in another bad relationship (no matter how gentle this man seemed). She prayed one more time that this endeavor into her first novel would be her ticket to freedom - from her job... from her life. God he'd had a bad day. Rauck's sergeant assured him this stint in this quiet, classy suburb of Toledo would only be for a few months, "until the bad press died down." He wished for the umpteenth time he'd have not snapped that day. Following up on a domestic violence call... the worst call a cop can go on, the apartment he walked into was a rat infested, trap. That day, he'd given into the urge to hit a woman. He'd been to this apartment before, where the couple beat on each other often, in one drunken stupor or another. Their little girl was bleeding and crying when he arrived, and the wife wasn't in much better shape. Rauck had just finished cuffing the drunk husband when the woman came after him with a broom, and got him once, hard across his back. In pain and with a blind fury he didn't know he possessed, he turned on her - and hit her. She went down in a heap on the floor, and lost a couple of teeth. The little girl begged him through blackened eyes to not take her daddy - and please don't hurt her mommy anymore. Sickened and ashamed he cradled the little girl in his arms and told her he was sorry, and held her until the ambulance and back-up arrived. Rauck would never understand how a mother could allow that to happen to her child. The media was relentless - and an inquiry followed. He was eventually cleared, but they pulled him off his inner city beat and put him on patrol on the outskirts of town. When he was in the city - he'd felt good about getting "trash" off the streets, not to mention that there were women aplenty to keep him occupied. There wasn't any "trash" out here... just an occasional speeder, or rich kid or two getting busted for dope in the backseat of an SUV. The women were shitty to him for the most part out here... he angrily felt most of them considered him beneath them. Each night, he went home to an empty apartment after his 2nd shift ended. His on again, off again girlfriend left him for good, just over a month ago. She said she couldn't stand being with an angry man anymore (she said many other things that he tried to keep out of his mind - but tonight he couldn't forget her "angry all the time" accusations). Right now, he hated his life. If it weren't for his limited success as a part-time fitness trainer, where beautiful, lonely married woman in their tights and low cut spandex stroked his ego (and occasionally more), he wasn't sure where he'd be mentally right now... he suspected in a dark, dark place. "Detour ahead." "Damn," - Lori had forgotten about the detour. She just wanted to go home, have a beer, maybe write a few chapters in her book. She abruptly made a left turn onto a side street, heading towards a dirt road that skirted around the cornfields on the East Side of town. She vaguely heard a horn blaring and caught a flash of white out of the corner of her eye. Near miss. "Fuck em." Rauck slammed on his breaks and nearly skidded into the little red Chevy. He stared incredulously at the back of her car as she sped away. If he'd been in an accident in a patrol car NOW, god only knew where he'd end up. Probably at a friggin desk job for the rest of his life. He gunned the accelerator and skidded around the corner in pursuit of her. For some reason, he didn't call dispatch or turn on his siren & flashers. He was suddenly so pissed off. Lori was speeding along the side of the cornfield, lost in thought when she saw the patrol car through her rear view mirror coming around a curve. SHIT - she was NOT in the mood for a ticket today. She quickly turned up a dirt road that ran in between the fields that she'd driven through earlier in the summer a couple of times - praying he hadn't seen her speeding. Rauck briefly glimpsed the tail end of the Chevy turning down the dirt road in the fields. Luckily he saw her - there was no dust kicking up, it had been a wet August and the road was moist. He slammed his foot down on the accelerator in anger and anticipation. He was going to catch the bitch... The road was muddy, and 3/4 of a mile into the cornfield, with husks growing high above her little car - she sped around a slight bend in the dirt road, and promptly sunk deep into tractor ruts in a little clearing. Lori kept her foot on the accelerator, willing the momentum to get her out. She was completely screwed if she got stranded out here - having forgot her cell phone at home this morning. The car bogged down and slowed. "SHIT." She yelled, pounding her fist on the steering wheel. Her car sunk more, and her tires were spinning, deeper and deeper until she was no longer moving. Rauck slowed as he approached the curve... and stopped his car behind hers. He smiled - she had hit a deep spot in a clearing and was stuck. His eyes flashing dangerously behind his sunglasses, he got out of his patrol car and walked to her open window. She was almost relieved when she saw him... at least she wouldn't have to WALK out of here. "Great," she thought... now her insurance rates were going to go up. This would be her 2nd ticket this year. She turned off the car. "Get out of the car lady," Rauck spoke menacingly through her open window - noticing her low cut tank top, and ample cleavage rising up and down in the summer heat. An expensive looking suit jacket was flung carelessly in the passenger seat, and diamond stud earrings sparkled under chic brown wisps of hair. A beautiful, creamy white heart shaped face turned towards him with pouting pink lips. He couldn't see her eyes behind designer sunglasses. "Great." He thought. Another rich bitch. Lori's first instinct had been to try and charm him... it had worked a couple of times in the past for her. However, when he spoke to her and told her to get out of the car, in that shitty, dark voice, she snapped. She'd had enough of men using her and treating her like crap. She didn't give a damn if he WAS a cop. "You don't need to use that tone of voice with ME" she snarled at him, as she crawled out of the car, struggling not to sink in the mud in her heels and skirt. He'd had it... the events of the past few months caught up with him, and this bitch talking DOWN to him like he was some piece of trash was too much for him. He grabbed her and yanked her to him. In an instant he'd twisted her arm up behind her back and shoved her towards the patrol car. She stumbled - and he wrapped his free arm across her body to steady her, his hand covering her breast... Angry and snarling at him, she still couldn't help but notice as she started to get out of the car his SIZE. He had to be over 6'2," and he was massive... with short, dark hair and chiseled features. Although he wore dark sunglasses, he looked pissed. She wondered if maybe she should have tried harder to be nice... his olive skinned arms bulged through his short sleeved "cop" shirt, and his patrol pants hugged every exquisite muscle and bulge in his body. "Oh my," she briefly thought to herself.... It happened so fast - she gasped as he effortlessly pulled her the rest of the way out of the car, twisted her arm behind her back. She stumbled and would have fallen had he not wrapped his other arm around her, but his hand was over her breast. She felt a stirring in her crotch and cursed under her breathe... this was CRAZY, he had NO right. Rauck hadn't meant to grab her there, but her nipple quickly hardened through the thin tight material of her tank top and bra. He involuntarily moved his thumb back and forth twice over the hardness of her nipple, and ampleness of her breast. His groin stirred, and he cursed and pushed her over the hood of the patrol car and pulled her other arm around and had her hands handcuffed behind her back before she could speak. He roughly turned her to face him, and at least 8 or 9 inches shorter than him, she stared up at him in disbelief. Rauck was still angry, and Lori was stunned and speechless at that moment. He yanked off her sun-glasses, and pushed his up over his head. His dark eyes stared down into glittering angry eyes. He knew then that she wasn't afraid of him, yet. He backed up a step and left her there breathing heavily, leaning against his patrol car, with her hands cuffed behind her. Her hard nipples still pushed far through her tank top, and from his height exposed enough cleavage for him to see most of her breasts. Her waist was tiny, and her contoured navy cotton skirt fell just above her knees. She wore no nylons, and she squirmed over shapely, creamy white calves. His cock instantly became hard... Lori glared up at him, in awe and anger, her green eyes matching his stare. She swore his dark eyes could see right through her... Although, she was still indignant - she was completely caught off guard at how helpless she felt at that moment, how incredibly aroused she was. She shifted her weight back and forth, all of a sudden self conscious of the wetness between her legs, as her excitement built. What the hell was she thinking? Worst yet, she sensed he KNEW what was going through her mind. Finally she spoke, demurely... "Is this really necessary? I... I just didn't want a ticket." Rauck didn't respond. His expression was one of complete dominance... as she realized this wasn't an average, cocky police officer. Lori couldn't stand staring into his eyes any longer... she was loosing control, and she HATED not being in control. She dropped her gaze and gasped at the incredible bulge that was pushing through his pants. She'd never seen anything like it... In that instant Rauck KNEW that she wanted him... and he intended on making her pay for dragging him through this field, for nearly wrecking his car, for everything that had happened to him. And he was going to enjoy it. In a swift motion he lifted her on onto the hood of the patrol car and pushed his hand under her skirt and felt the wetness through her underwear. Lori moaned as his large fingers pushed her thong aside and stroked her hot, wet clit. She tried to speak, to protest - and he crushed his lips down on hers and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. She resisted for only a moment. He pushed his finger deep inside her and she moaned again and started to hungrily suck on his tongue. With hands still cuffed behind her back, she laid back onto the hood of the car, instinctively spreading her legs to accommodate his large, probing hand. He wasn't gentle. He swiftly thrust his fingers in and out of her, as she writhed on the hood of his car moaning. His left hand held her down over her breast on the hood of the patrol car as he pumped in and out of the tight, hot wetness of her pussy with his right hand, letting his thumb work her clit. She hurt so good... she couldn't believe this was happening to her. She wanted him to stop, but she DIDN'T want him to stop. His hand was so BIG. She was helpless and couldn't move. She felt the orgasm coming - and tried to resist it, but he only pushed deeper and harder into her, his thumb expertly working her clit to "that place." She screamed as she came in waves, writhing uselessly under his strength... and he slowly stopped after the last sensation shook her to her core... He pulled his dripping hand out of her - and smiled down at her menacingly. He hadn't spoken since he'd ask her to get out of the car. She turned her face away from him, still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. She didn't think she could stand yet. He roughly pulled her up and to him, and yanked her face back to him and kissed her again, pressing her breasts into his chest, driving his tongue deep into her mouth. She was like putty in his arms, and he knew she was totally his to play with and use now. Lori was aware only of his large frame engulfing hers, and of his hot tongue probing the back of her throat. She was completely oblivious to the corn gently rustling in the breeze around them in the dusk. Rauck wrapped one hand into her soft, silky hair as he kissed her. Opening his pants with the other hand he allowed his massive, hard cock to spill out. He pulled his mouth away from her, and pushed to her willing body to her knees. Lori could only stare up at him in disbelief and lust. His hand still in her hair, hers still cuffed behind her, he forced her lips over his cock. She was lost in desire - and ready. Her knees sunk slightly into the soft earth... she didn't care. She wanted to taste him, and SUCK him. His dick was nearly as wide as her mouth - and she truly couldn't get it all in! She worked her tongue around the soft velvet tip and sucked eagerly. His left hand still wrapped in her hair, he moved her head back and forth on his cock while holding the base of his thick shaft with his right hand. After watching her work for a moment, Rauck closed his eyes. He languished in the heat and wetness of her mouth as she sucked, rolling her tongue around the tip of his cock, and swallowing the little bit of cum that was already there. He finally gasped and roughly yanked her back off of him, right before he nearly came into her mouth... he wasn't going to be done with her YET. She was breathing hard and sweating in the sultry night air, as he pulled her up to face him again. She was beautiful he thought, and briefly his features softened as he gazed down into her green eyes. She was confused - she wasn't thinking when she was working on his cock with her mouth - she was just DOING. She wanted him to come IN her mouth, and was flustered when he pulled her up. Then he remembered - and hardened again. He spun her around and pulled up her skirt and quickly ripped off her thong. Her little round white ass gleamed in the moonlight, as he bent her over the car stroking her ass and pushing her face down on the hood... His pulled is hand away and brought it down HARD across the gleaming cheeks of her butt. She screamed out in pain, as the soft skin instantly reddened in a large hand print. He lifted his hand and brought it down hard again, and smiled as the sound echoed through the field. He knew nobody was close enough to hear them, and thought, "That's what she gets for dragging me out here." Tears came to her eyes, the pain SO intense Lori begged him to stop... but she was amazed that she was becoming incredibly aroused yet again. Three more times he spanked her HARD, and the heat and pain on her ass was so intense it emanated down her legs. She was crying now - and still somehow nearly faint with desire. Rauck kept her bent over the patrol car, skirt up over her hips, her hands cuffed behind her and admiring her. Now he would have her. Gripping her hips he entered her tight, wet pussy from behind... and pulled her body back onto him all the way down to the shaft of his throbbing dick. She cried out, moaning... and he slowly, methodically thrust his large, hot cock deep into her... Lori had never felt pleasure so intense! With no way to resist, she was forced to totally give in, and she swore she could feel his long cock all the way up to her tonsils. Rauck prided himself on his stamina... and he intended to ride this woman HARD and put her away wet. She was so hot and tight, it was all he could do not to simply POUND into her little body and finish, but he was SO enjoying feeling her, and listening to her... Now Lori was begging him not to stop - "Oh my god PLEASE fuck me, don't stop!." Her pussy was on fire, and as he slowly brought her to orgasm she cried out yet again. But he wasn't finished with her yet. Rauck felt her come, and focused - continuing to slowly pull her back and forth completely onto his shaft. She cried out; "Please stop... I can't do this anymore," she murmured in agony. And still he kept going... waves of pleasure and pain rolling through her shivering body. Lori couldn't take it anymore, the sensations were SO strong she couldn't stop shaking... begging him, as he incessantly, slowly rocked into her. Finally, after what seemed an eternity to her - he took a breath and stopped. Rauck had wanted to POUND her for the last 10 minutes as he slowly made her crazy. Now it was time. He stopped and reached down and unlocked the handcuffs, and pulled out of her and rolled her limp body over onto her back. Lori couldn't speak. She knew he hadn't come yet... Rauck paused for a moment and gazed down at her, admiring her sweaty, tear stained face in the moonlight. Then, in an instant he pulled the tank top over her head and ripped off her lace bra. He roughly grabbed her sweaty, glistening breasts, and pushed her back down onto the hood of the patrol car one last time. Her nails reached up and dug into his shoulders has he pinched her nipples, and drove his dick deep into her. He pulled her ass to his hips and lifted her legs over his shoulders - and stopped briefly and looked down at her glittering eyes. He spoke for the first time... since he had told her to get out of the car, "Are you ready?"... she could only helplessly nod her head yes... When he gazed at her for that moment, Lori thought she saw his face soften, and she started to reach for him... Then, the moment was gone and before she knew what was happening she was half naked, pushed back on the warm hood of his patrol car. She gasped as his fingers pinched & twisted her nipples, sending more waves of pain and pleasure through her. She moaned as he pulled her down onto his incredible cock, feeling like a puppet as he effortlessly pulled her legs up over his shoulders. He paused, and her heart skipped a beat when his soft, deep voice spoke down to her... "Are you ready?." She could only nod, mute with anticipation... The first thrust made her cry out, and he swiftly, mercilessly pounded deep into her pussy -each thrust driving her ass harder into the patrol car. Amazingly, she came again, and again - and nearly fainted in ecstascy and pain. She could feel his cock swell even bigger as he tormented her. Finally, he groaned reaching down with his teeth closing over a nipple, he chewed her there as he pounded yet farther into her heat, and emptied his cum deep into her body, as she cried out in agony and ecstasy. Lori couldn't speak - she could hardly move, as he slid out of her spent, sweaty body. Every muscle in her body ached and her pussy pulsed from the orgasms... from the pain of his use. Rauck pulled up his pants, looked down one last time over her wet, quivering body there in the moonlight, exposed on the hood of his car. Rauck reached for her - and without a sound, he effortlessly picked her up with one arm, grabbed her clothes with the other, and carried her shaking bruised body back to her car where the door still stood open. The Detour Authors' Note: This story is a collaboration from sweeteuphoria and michchick98. We hope you enjoy the story as much as we enjoyed writing it. There is no sex in this story, it is an entry for the Literotica Halloween Contest. Please take the time to vote. Thanks for reading us! ********** "Come out, come out wherever you are," Anna heard as she ran from the whispering voice in the darkness. On her way home from a party, lights and sirens flashed in the distance. As she neared she was diverted from the main road, following the detour signs. "Oh great," she sighed as her tires left the smooth paved road and her car skidded on the gravel of the detoured path. She slowed immediately, not wanting to be in the same situation as the vehicles she'd seen in the distance. The gravel road was one much less traveled on ordinary nights, but especially on Halloween. A single-lane road, wicked looking trees diverted many motorists. The road was known as Demon Drive as it passed through several graveyards before joining the main road several miles ahead. Anna paid attention to the road, as it curved then straightened, not wanting to end up a lost soul on a deserted journey, another headstone in the already cramped cemetery. Thinking she should turn her car around before she gets to the section of the road where the tree limbs just about hug your vehicle because they are so close to the dirt shoulder, she shifts gears, but her car remains moving straight ahead. Pleading, begging her car to not do this to her on such a night as this and at this late hour she tries it a second time. Her car backs slowly then instantly shifts on its on back into drive. In a panic now she recalled the horror stories of this road and the many lives it took over the years. The headlights of her car danced off the trunks and branches of the trees lining either side of the road. The shadows cast eerie shapes in front of her, causing her heart to beat furiously in her chest. She kept a steady speed on the gravel road, her eyes straight ahead and both hands on the wheel. A sigh of relief involuntarily escaped her lips as she saw what looked like a traffic light up ahead. Her headlights caught the reflective orange of the detour sign and her foot instinctively pressed down on the accelerator. As she neared the intersection, the lights she'd thought were traffic lights were the hazard lights of another vehicle on the side of the road. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, feeling her tires get caught in a mound of sand and dirt, causing the rear end to swerve slightly. Anna refused to stop to help the stranded motorist or even slow down as she passed. She felt an eerie chill run down her spine as she passed, noting that the vehicle on the side of the road was an old pick-up truck. She focused her eyes on the road in front of her. The chill she'd felt when she passed the truck returned and her grip tightened even more on her steering wheel, turning her knuckles pure white. "You can run but you can't hide," she heard the voice whisper in her ear. The voice terrified her and to block the sounds, she turned her radio to her favorite pop station. Perspiration covered her hairline and upper lip as well as her palms. As she approached another intersection, she looked around, trying to find her way back to the main road. Looking in her rearview mirror, she saw nothing but blackness. As she drove, the low hanging branches of the trees scraped the sides and roof of her car, adding to the fear she already felt. Just as she put her foot down on the accelerator, she heard a clunking sound on the roof of the car. She stomped harder on the accelerator and heard a scraping noise from above. When she looked in her rearview mirror, she saw nothing. She felt her heart beat increase even more and she wondered what had just happened. Thinking it was just a falling branch; she took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel tightly as she continued to gaze out her rearview mirror. "Where did that truck go? Am I driving around in circles?" she said aloud to herself, noting that the trees around her looked the same as the trees she saw when she first turned onto this road. She continued to look out her side windows at her surroundings. When she turned her gaze to the road again, she slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop just inches from a man clad in a flannel shirt and dirty, dingy blue jeans. He was tall and muscular and she couldn't see his face through the shadows cast upon him from her headlights. "Can you help me please?" the man asked after he walked to her window and tapped gently to get her attention. He had her full attention, but she was very hesitant of looking him in the eye. She didn't answer him; she just started to pull away. When she glanced in her rearview mirror she saw the man fall to his knees, hands over his face, then outreaching to the heavens. Is he really in need of help? she wondered as she slowly drove off. If it were me I would hope he would turn around to help. He didn't look that harmful, but again I didn't see a vehicle either. The thoughts ran through her head as she stared in her mirror. "I told you, you can't hide," the voice whispered once again; this time making her reconsider picking up that stranger in the road, if for nothing else but protection. Anna shifted to reverse, backed the car up slowly and stopped beside the stranger. "Get in. Where are you headed?" The man didn't answer her with anything more than a smile as he situated himself in the passenger seat. He glanced out the window and Anna thought she saw him shudder before he turned his gaze out the windshield. She put the car in drive and began to pull away slowly. "Where are you headed?" she asked again. "Anywhere away from here," the man replied, keeping his gaze fixed out the windshield. "I'm fine with that. Can you help me get back to the main road?" "Lady, you're on the main road. What are you doing out here anyway? Do you live around here?" A chill flooded through Anna's body once more at what the man had just told her. If she was on the main road, how does she get back to where she started? "I was coming home from a Halloween party and I ran into a roadblock. I followed the detour signs and ended up here. I don't live around here." "Well, you picked a hell of a night to get lost. Don't you know the stories about this stretch of road?" "Yes, I've heard the stories," Anna replied quietly. "Can you get me back to civilization?" "As long as you promise you won't scream if anything weird happens. I can't handle it when a woman screams." "I can't make a promise like that," she said. "I'm ready to scream now." "Turn right when you get to the next intersection," the man replied. Anna nodded in reply, glancing over at him occasionally while still concentrating on the road. He wasn't devastatingly handsome, but he wasn't unpleasant to look at either. He was just average. He had short brown hair, a nose slightly larger than average, looking as though it had been broken at least once in his life. She didn't notice the color of his eyes when she looked at him earlier and she'd guess he stood around six foot tall. He had a shadow of beard stubble and a small scar on his left cheek near his nose. She blushed when he turned to look at her and he smiled softly. "My name's Bryce by the way," he said, turning his eyes back to the road. "I'm Anna," she replied quietly. "Nice to meet you Bryce." "You're gonna come to a fork in the road up ahead, take it to the right, Anna. That should lead you back to the main highway." "Okay," she replied, fidgeting nervously in her seat. There was an awkward silence between them and Anna wondered how Bryce had come to be out here all alone. She wondered if that truck she saw was his, then remembered that it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Finally deciding she wanted to know more, she took a deep breath then gathered her thoughts before she spoke. "So what brings you out here? Do you live around here?" she repeated his questions back to him. Bryce tensed when Anna asked her questions. How does he explain what he was doing out here? How does he tell her the terrifying things he saw? He ran his hands through his hair, sighing heavily. "Bryce?" she asked. "Yeah," he replied quietly. "What are you doing out here? Do you live around here?" she repeated. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Bryce said quietly, still not making eye contact with her. Anna stopped the car and slammed it into park. "Look, Bryce, I don't know you at all. I picked you up because frankly, I'm scared shitless out here alone. Taking that tone of voice with me just adds to the already uneasy feeling I have. I've heard the stories; I've read the headlines about what happens out here. Anything you tell me can help both of us survive this night." The irritation in her voice was apparent, causing Bryce to stiffen even more. "What stories have you heard?" he asked, turning to face her, his amber eyes boring into her brown ones. "Tell me because I'd like to know if it's as terrifying as what I've seen." "I've heard of a winged lizard that attacks people." "That's all you've heard?" "In a nutshell, yes." "That part is true. It is a winged lizard, but -- it's more than that, too." "Go on," she replied. "Start driving again, get us the hell out of here and I will tell you." Anna put the car in drive and stepped on the accelerator, hearing her wheels spin under the gravel before they found purchase and the car jerked forward. "I was out here hunting with a friend early this morning," Bryce started. "We'd set up a small camp in a clearing about 200 feet from the road. We were setting up the deer blind when we first saw it, just before sunrise. The thing was huge, probably had a wingspan of 20 feet. It flew swiftly and circled us a few times before it swooped down and picked up my friend Dyann. I got a good look at it and it's fangs hung well over it's lower jaw, probably six or eight inches." "As it lifted Dyann off the ground, it swung her up and into its mouth. It bit down on her waist and split her in two. I stood there watching my friend get eaten alive by this creature. As it consumed the first half of Dyann, it circled again, picked up the other half and swallowed it in one bite. When I was finally able to run, I took off in the opposite direction of where the road was and the creature followed me." "I found a small cave and hid in there. Much to my surprise, the creature landed in front of the cave and turned into a human right before my eyes. He entered the cave and I could see his fangs were still protruding from his mouth, traces of Dyann's blood still dripping off." When Bryce stopped speaking, Anna glanced over at him and saw that he was ghostly white. His eyes were wide with fear and she could see him trembling. She took his hand and held it tightly, for her own comfort as well as his. Bryce squeezed her hand tightly, enjoying the small feeling of comfort from her. "The man that stood before me in the cave wasn't much taller than me. As he approached, his fangs diminished until they were nothing more than regular teeth. He had blood in the corners of his mouth and his eyes glowed an eerie red. He told me that I was lucky to have chosen that cave to hide in. It was part of a sacred Indian burial ground and he could not attack while he was within its boundaries." "As he turned to leave, he warned me again to stay in the cave, it was what was best for me. As he left the cave, he turned into the creature once more and flew away. I stood there, unable to move my feet. I looked around the cave and saw there was nothing there, no food, no water, nothing. I knew I couldn't stay there forever, I'd starve or die of thirst." "I propped myself against a rock in one corner and fell asleep until nightfall. When I woke up, I immediately left the cave and looked for the creature. When I didn't see it, I started back toward the road. Just as I reached our campsite, I heard a noise overhead. When I looked up, I saw those same eerie red glowing eyes gazing down at me. The creature was circling again." "I started running toward the road and tripped on a fallen branch. The creature swooped down and I managed to roll out of the way. When I brought myself to my feet, I heard an ear-splitting screech then the creature disappeared. I wandered for about an hour before you picked me up." Anna had reached the fork in the road and followed it to the right as Bryce instructed. She could see the lights of the city in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief that they were almost to the highway. "I'm sorry about your friend, Bryce," she said, not really knowing what else to say. "Thank you, Anna." "We're almost out of here," she said, pointing to the lights ahead. Anna relaxed and felt Bryce's grip loosen on her hand. "Turn right up here!" Bryce said as he saw them approach another intersection. "But it looks like the freeway is straight ahead," Anna replied. "Just do it!" he barked, the sound of his voice sending a chill down Anna's spine. She jerked harshly on the wheel, causing the car to skid around the corner. Anna wasn't paying attention to the curves in the road; she was more interested in what was happening with Bryce. His voice sounded different to her, igniting the fear she'd felt when he was telling his story. His grip on her hand tightened and he kept his eyes focused straight ahead. She glanced over at him to see his eyes glowing an eerie red. She tried to pull her hand from his, but he held it tightly. As she turned her attention back to the road, she saw she was heading straight for a tree. She jerked the wheel hard to the left, causing the back end of the car to swerve and slam into the tree. "ANNA!" Bryce's voice echoed in her head as blackness consumed her. ********** "Anna! Wake up! Anna!" Bryce shouted, shaking her gently. "No! Get away from me!" Anna screamed, kicking her feet and slapping Bryce away from her. "Anna! Wake up!" he shouted again. Her hands and feet continued to thrash about as she woke up and became aware of her surroundings, knocking Bryce to the floor. "Where am I?" she asked. "What happened?" "You were having a nightmare, Anna," Bryce replied. "Are you okay?" "Y -- yes, I'm fine," she said, feeling her heartbeat slowly return to normal. "Bryce?" "Yeah," he said, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. "H -- How do you know me?" "Jessie introduced us," he said. "You said you weren't feeling well so she told you to come in here and lie down." Anna looked around and saw that she was still at her friend Jessie's Halloween party. She was in the den, stretched out on the small couch in the corner, a large hand made afghan pulled up around her. "Oh God!" she cried, bringing one hand to up to cover her mouth. "It was awful, Bryce." "What was awful?" he asked, pulling a chair up beside the couch. "I had a dream that I was driving home and I had to take a detour because of a roadblock," she started. "It was horrible. The detour took me to a road so narrow that I heard the branches scraping against the sides of my car and I heard someone talking to me. Just when I thought I was going out of my mind, I saw you and picked you up." "That doesn't sound so bad," Bryce said, smiling softly at her. "We were on Demon Drive and you were -- oh God, Bryce!" she cried, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them. "It was so real." She told him everything she remembered about the dream she'd just had, still trembling with fear at the fact that it seemed so real. Bryce reached out and took Anna in his arms, hugging her gently. "It was just a bad dream, Anna." He caressed her hair softly and was thankful she couldn't see the eerie red glow in his eyes at the feel of her against him. "Everything will be okay," he added, trying to keep himself in control. Anna pulled away from him and wiped her eyes on her sleeve before she turned her gaze to him again. "I think I should go home," she said, pushing the afghan off and getting to her feet. "That dream is still haunting me and I'm not going to be much fun tonight." "You're not going alone," Bryce said, taking her hand before she could get away. "Let me go with you to make sure you make it home safely." After the dream she'd just had, she welcomed the company for the drive home. She folded the afghan neatly and placed it across the back of the couch. "Let me say good-bye to Jessie before we go," she said, crossing the room and opening the door without looking at him. Bryce stood and watched her walk out of the den, an evil smile crossing his face and his eyes once again glowing an eerie red. "Soon, Anna. Soon, you'll be mine," he said quietly, his voice chillingly deep and feral. After Anna said her good-byes, she headed out to her car, Bryce close behind. "How will you get home after you make sure I've made it safely?" she asked shifting into drive. "Oh don't you worry about me, I have my ways and everything has been taken care of already. My main concern right now is you." Anna's drive home resembled that of her dream, right down to the detour sign in the road. She was leery about taking that same route again, even if the first time was just in a dream. She drove a bit further down the road, in hopes there would be another turn off or something; anything other than having to take Demon Drive. Unfortunately for her, that was the only way around the accident ahead. Anna was forced to take Demon Drive as the sheriff directed her that way. "Ma'am, you just have to take it about two miles to get around this accident then you can get right back on at the Hollow Point Junction. You'll see it right after you exit the third curve, it'll be to your right. Drive safely ma'am," the sheriff said as he returned to the mangled cars on the road. With white knuckles, Anna turned off the main highway onto the gravel road of Demon Drive. All she wanted to do was stomp on the gas and get the hell off that road, but as soon as she did her car fishtailed, gravel shooting every which way from beneath her tires. "Hey, slow down a little!" Bryce shouted as he settled back into his seat. I want to make it out of here alive as much as you do, but getting in an accident won't help the matter much now will it?" Anna slowed down to just over thirty miles per hour, her car continued to swerve, but at least she could handle it and the recovery wasn't so severe as before. She continued to have that eerie feeling of the trees hugging her car as she passed between them. They were exactly as they appeared in her dream. Watching her odometer she counted the miles as she drove. She let out a sigh of relief when she entered the third curve. The feeling of relief didn't last long, however. She heard the voices start again, just as they did in her dream. "Come out, come out wherever you are. Are you trying to run from me again? I missed you the first time, but I will not miss this time and that's a promise," Anna heard the voice in a whisper at first, but gradually increasing to that eerie sounding tone by the time it finished speaking. Anna glanced at Bryce, this time he didn't appear to be nervous at all. His voice was calm as he told her they were almost to the main highway and he was sitting in his seat cool as could be. Anna approached the junction and turned left to get back on the paved road. She took the entrance marked East at 50 miles per hour; her tires squealed and the car was unsteady as she finally made it to the straightaway and resumed control of her steering once again. "Oh thank God!" Anna stated still nervous and trembling but the more she drove the calmer she became. The Detour Before he put her into her car... he brought her lips to his, and this time his kiss was soft, almost sweet... He sucked her tongue into his mouth and caressed her pink, sore nipples with fingers that were suddenly gentle. He bent over and kissed each nipple, nursing their soreness for just a moment. She couldn't move, she could only pant. Then, he gently sat her in her car, and threw her clothes on the passengers seat. She stared up at him as he closed the door. "I won't give you a ticket this time ma'am..." he said professionally, almost completely without emotion. His dark eyes looked down - THROUGH her one last time. She thought she briefly saw an eyebrow raise as if to mock her... "But I recommend you slow down in the future... you might get hurt." As she stared in disbelief at his large figure walking away in the moonlight he said;... "I'll send a tow truck to pull you out." He got in his patrol car, and simply backed away, leaving Lori there in the cornfield - quivering, wet and half naked behind the steering wheel of her car.