I'm on the outside looking in

Whilst Ava satisfied her urges, Dagaz set about attending to his own primal ones.

He was hungry, ravenous even. The meal he'd had at the restaurant earlier had done little to quell the hunger building within him, not overly surprising considering he'd ended up regurgitating the entire meal shortly after consuming it.

Watching the two women, his two women, leave across the dance floor made his heart slipped a metaphorical beat. As much as his libido wanted to follow them, the gnawing pain he felt in his stomach wanted to be appeased more.

As he threaded his way through the crowd, around people dancing with an amazing amount of energy considering how intoxicated they obviously were, past the bar and towards what looked like the fire escape on the far side of the club, he felt his strength failing him. His limbs felt unsteady, leaden and lethargic as he tried to move, the basic act of walking became a struggle between him willing them to obey him, and their tired refusal.

Mustering a burst of strength, and honestly surprised at himself when he succeeded in finding it, he managed to reach the door. Finding it unbarred, it was an emergency exit after all — what good would it have been to anyone if it had of been locked — he let himself outside. He let the door swing shut behind him, he'd either have to make his way back around to the main entrance, or hope he got lucky and someone would open it from he inside for him again later when he wanted to head back in.

This side of the building had seen better days, not being the business face of the venue had obviously worked against it, the paint was peeling in strips from the walls under the **** of the salt in the sea air, weeds had sprung up through the concrete claiming back their own little patches of jungle here and there, and worse still, there were rats running around like they owned the place. Which in any other night, they probably did, but tonight they had to share this place with company.

Beneath the one working lights that still miraculously clung to the side of the roof, Dagaz saw 3 guys standing around in the distance. He could smell the sweat and **** wafting from them even from the doorway, pungent, mixed with dirt, and cheap hair gel and even cheaper ****. They smelt like food.

"C'mon baby, you know you want some of this, saw you flirting with me behind the bar."

"Saw her flirtin' with all of us man, she wants it. Look at her — short skirt, tits pushed up." The guy grabbed his junk. "Yeah, she wants some of what I got!" Edged on by his friend, this one was full of himself. Tattoos snaked across the back of his neck from somewhere deep beneath the check shirt he was wearing, reaching up his skinhead until they curled behind his ears. He couldn't be sure, he'd only caught a glimpse of the top of it as the guy had tilted his head down, but Dagaz thought he caught a glimpse of a swastika at the base of his neck.

As he moved, Dagaz saw his earlier count had been mistaken, there wasn't three of the potential snacks standing there beneath the light, he could see an extra figure they had been obscuring, smaller that the rest, backed up against the wall and crowded in by the others. Trapped. Cornered. Afraid.

As she tried to run, unsuccessful, and was slammed back against the wall as rewards for her efforts, her face came into focus.

"Where you goin' girl, we ain't even gotten started yet. Don't yo wanna party? I do. Don't you wanna party guys?" His friends hollered their agreement, loud enough that they obviously had no fear of being discovered. They back of the club was deserted save for the vermin and the huge metal rubbish bins out here, and they provided the perfect cover to shield them from view. Dagaz guessed the walls inside the club were soundproofed too, he could hardly hear the music now he was outside.

Swastika tattoo pulled something from his pocket, Dagaz heard the tell-tale click of a flick knife blade being released, and heard the pleading of the woman against the wall as it was held waved towards her.

"Security check out here every fifteen minutes, they’re due any second. Why don't you just let me go, and we'll forget anything happened, OK?" It was the same redheaded bartender who had traded shots with him earlier. She must have come out here to smoke on her break, she still had lighter clutched tightly in a **** grip in her hand, and by her feet there was a half trodden on carton of vending matching cigarettes laying on the floor.

She had seemed so confident and full of herself earlier, in a sexy cock-sure kind of way that Dagaz had actually been a little impressed at her attitude. There was something about confident women that was just plain sexy to him, and she'd oozed it effortlessly. But now, that confidence escaped her, she all but cowered, nervous as anyone would be presented with this scenario. She was scared. That shit eating grin she'd shot him when he'd slammed that first whisky back was gone, the only expression she wore on her face now was one of fear. Hardly surprising considering the numbers she was facing, three against one were bullshit odds regardless. There were some situations that a smart mouth just wouldn't be able to talk you out of, and this was looking like a prime example.

"Nah, security ain't comin' out here. You blowing smoke girl, ain't no one coming to disturb us. We got all the time we need."

"Fuck you!"

"That there's the plan pretty lady. And lucky me, I get to go first." He spun her around by the arm, forcing her tight against the rough brick wall. His other hand flew to her skirt to hike it up, even as his fingers ripped her panties down roughly moments later. "Hold her arms boys, don't want her wriggling. Too much."

Her eyes widened, partly at the sound of a zipper being undone behind her, but also the realisation that it wouldn't just be the skinhead who would have his way with her, but his accomplices that would have their go when he had taken his turn.

"Now you be good, maybe I won't fuck your ass. You give me any trouble, and I'm gonna shove my dick so far up your ass you're gonna be wearing nappies for a month. You understand me?"

Dagaz didn't wait for her to nod. Whilst his sexual tastes ran wide, being a voyeur to a **** horrified him. The rational part of his brain, that section of his mind that usually helped him to look at a given situation from every angle and plan contingencies for the outcomes, picked that particular moment of the night to go on a coffee break, leaving in its places the part of him that wanted nothing more than a good meal.

The distance between him and the would be attackers melted in seconds as he crossed the space faster than he'd known he was capable of. It was rage, wasn't even anger that pushed him forwards, but shear animal aggression. Not a sound escaped his lips as he took hold of the thug on the left hand side, who inconveniently refused to relinquish his grip on the girl. That cost him greatly, as Dagaz didn't care enough to halt his momentum, grabbing him by the wrist and ripping the man's arm from its socket with a sickening sound.

Blood cascaded from the wound in a gloriously forceful spray, coating all of them in delightfully warm liquid even as Dagaz spun with his new impromptu weapon to smash the severed arm against the second thugs face. His nose broke as the stump of bone smashed into it, the sound of the cartilage crunching echoed skywards to join the all but silent screams emanating from his friend, who was currently clutching the stump where his right arm had previously called home and was desperately trying to stepl the flow of blood from the wound.

Two down, one to go, and this one wouldn't fair half as well as his friends Dagaz suspected. The freshly liberated arm still in his grip, Dagaz introduced him to the very form of penetration he had threatened to use himself. The arm disappeared inside him up to the elbow, and giving it a twist and a little more effort, Dagaz succeed in forcing it past them elbow. Skinhead’s eyes budged momentarily before something inside him ruptured with a wet pop. There was no scream, no cries for mercy this time. Just the squelching sound of his internal organs being **** skyward towards his brains.

Not that he felt he deserved any mercy, but Dagaz put him out of his misery. He bared his fangs, revelled in the simple feeling of being able to free them after having to conceal them for the past few days, and struck at the man's neck. This was no clumsy first attempt as it had been when he'd fed after being turned, this was the strike of a seasoned predator, fast, direct and vicious. He'd learnt quickly it seemed, his teeth found the artery on the first try, ripping into the man’s surprisingly smooth neck and allowing that wonderful, wonderful blood to flow unbidden into his mouth.

Skinhead's heart was beginning to fail him, the punishment inflicted in his body was too much for anyone to survive, but Dagaz wasn't ready to stop yet. Not even releasing his teeth from he neck beneath them, he **** the man's body back towards the wall, hammering on his chest in a **** attempt to get his heart to breath a few more times, to give a few more pumps of blood around his veins and into his waiting mouth. But it wasn't to be, Dagaz felt the life go out from him, and she'd not a single tear for the life he'd just snuffed out. This wasn't a great loss to society, the world had lost neither a thinker nor a poet, just a degenerate who had it coming and who had pissed his pants in fear when it had finally happened.

The hunger was still crying out to be satiated within him, and Dagaz could not deny it. He spun, prepared to turn his attention to one of Skinhead's fellow thugs, but was fully unprepared for what he saw. One was already dead, at the bartenders own hands from the looks of it. His body hung limp, suspended from the floor only by the handful of his check shirt she had clutched in her hands to casually wipe what looked fresh blood from her mouth.

The last of the accomplices was on the floor, desperately trying to find his friends switch blade in an effort to defend himself, whether from the woman or Dagaz himself he didn't know.

Between pitiful sobs, he begged for his life as Dagaz, and the woman he'd thought was a victim made there way across towards him. "Sorry. I'm so sorry. I wasn’t really going to.. you know.." Dagaz knew, knew that the man would say anything to save his own pitiful skin. There would be no pity here, he'd shown no mercy so would receive no quarter himself. "Please don't...." As far as final words went, they were pretty dismal. If anyone cares to give him a burial, the words ‘Please Don’t’ wouldn’t make for the most inspiring inscription on his stone.

From either side of him, Dagaz and the bartender caught each others eyes. Dagaz knew his pupils must appear inhumanly large, and made no effort to disguise the fact that he wasn’t exactly normal. There was no point, and no need as the eyes looking back at him didn't belong to anything even remotely resembling Human either.

A silent nod passed between the two of them, and they descended in unison. Dagaz drunk his fill deeply, too absorbed in his own kill to see what his partner in crime was doing, but he suspected it wasn't too dissimilar to what he was doing himself. His suspicious proved to be almost correct. No sooner had he removed his fangs from the man's neck, it started to turn beneath his hands, comically so. The head continued to turn, towards an angle no neck should have been able to achieve, before he heard it being **** past breaking point as the spine within snapped and the head was pulled free from the body. Over the top of the freshly severed neck, he came face to face with the bartender, gnawing away at the bone hungrily.

Notes:

I don't think I've ever hated, yet enjoyed writing a chapter quite so much as this one. The subject matter isn't one that easy to write about if I'm being honest, but I felt it was necessary for the plot to develop.

I've added an. 'Update' chapter close at the start of the story, keep an eye on it for the latest changes, as some stuff I do is made silently so as not to people with notifications.

As always though, if you've enjoyed what you've read, please, please leave me comments and feedback. If I don't know what works for you guys, I can't adapt.