Thriller

Ivan tapped ceaselessly on his desk, his hands shaking and throwing off the rhythm of his beat... The shouting was deafening him, the mixture of his boys crying loudly in joy as they poked and prodded at his Wife, pushing her around the office as they tore away at her clothes, the boney woman's ugly eyeshadow running down her cheeks with tears.

She begged and begged them to leave her alone, screaming and crying, Ivan hated it, He had to listen to that bone-bag nag and scream for ages now, He had given her everything and the fugly bitch had the god damn nerve to try and just pick up and leave... it was all her fault, and... His fault, they made him do this... they made Ivan kill Mantas, the boy tried to attack him after Ivan tried to take back what was his... he... He had to do it!

"D-Daddy..." Charlotte's voice squeaked as he held her tightly on his lap, her tight little body shaking in fear as she glanced at the loaded 38 Ivan gripped tightly in his free hand "Please, Daddy... don't let them hurt Mom, W-We tried to get her to s-stay... Daddy please"

"Shut your fucking mouth before I fill it with something you little Bastard slut... I bet you're plotting with your whore sister and that fucking thing." He growled as Stacy was shoved to the ground, her fake bust swinging free as a man tore her shirt away.

"No! No Dad... Please just... oh god why!? why did you kill manny, you fucking monster!" Charlotte suddenly burst out in a rage, trying to raise her fist at him.

Ivan's head rocketed forward, smashing into his daughter's nose which cracked horribly. She yelped in pain, clutching her face as she cried out "MY FUCKING NOSE, I'M GONNA BE UGLY NOW! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

Ivan felt the heat rush through his face, and blood rush into his cock, grasping his Daughter by her slender neck and pulling her into a strict hold "You wanna be a fucking whore like your sister, I'll fucking treat you like one."

Her blouse tore so easily in his fingers, her bra too, freeing her adorable little tits for Ivan to pinch "OW-NO DAD NO!" She screamed, blood running down her lips.

Stacy caught sight of her Husband unleashing his cock "Ivan!! Ivan don't! please I beg you, she's only 18 please, take me instead, I-I'll stay with you, whatever you want!? IVAN!?"

"Shut up you ugly cunt." A Mafia member said, kicking Stacy in the ribs.

Ivan rubbed his member, rubbing at the space under charlotte's skirt which was sopping wet "I raised a little minx, eh? you're wetter than a nun in a brothel." Ivan chuckled.

Charlotte grunted, trying to stifle a moan as He felt at her covered slit "Get your fucking hands off me."

"Langauge little slut. I'm just getting started." His daughter's panties slid aside with such ease, and she felt so weak and pathetic as she tried to struggle, feeling the head of her father's cock tease at her vice tight entrance "I'm gonna show you what happens to virgin pussies that talk back to their father's"

"NO! IVAN NO!" Stacy called on deaf ears.

Ivan slid between his daughter's walls, clamping down so hard on his dick that He thought that she might collapse, her voice screaming out like a siren from the pain.

"Boss! Boss hold on a second!"

Ivan paused, the head of his cock still locked into his Daughter's entrance "What!? What the fuck is it? can't you see I'm busy here?" Ivan Roared to one of his men that stood wide-eyed at the window.

"I...I think you better come see this." the man whispered. Ivan was about ready to ignore him and continue piping this little minx that whimpered on his member, but as more and more of his men gathered at the windows, looks of confusion, shock and horror on their faces, Ivan's paranoia enflamed.

Tossing Charlotte aside, the girl clutching her cunny as Her split hymen bled, Ivan stuffed his cock back in his pants and marched over "What the fuck is the god damn problem, fucking interrupting me while I'm punishing that little-"

Ivan froze.

The Sky... the sky was Black, blacker than He thought possible, and the moon... it was red. not one of those off red pinkish-red moons but pure unadulterated crimson... but that was not the prime of his concern.

Just off to the Right, on the top of that old abandoned office building, where lights, a collective of hundreds of little red lights gathered on top of the Building "What the...."

Wait... those weren't lights, they were figures... and the lights were "Are those Eyes?" One of the men asked. they sure looked like eyes... one pair of them really caught Ivan's attention, they were brighter than the others, blazing like two red stars in the shadows... and they were staring right at him.

"what's going on, is it just me or are they... going out?"

It was true, the figures vanished into thin air, the eyes moving away one by one.

One of Ivan's men scooted closer "Piotr... I don't think that's a good idea-"

In an instant, Piotr ripped backwards as the window exploded into shards of glass, a dark figure bursting forth as her fingers squished into Piotr's eyeballs, the Monster ripping out Piotr's face as her sharp bird mask stared at them.

"Hey *Click click* TIME TO ****... *Ahem* Hey Guys..." The blonde woman said to all that were frozen.

Everyone was in two much shock to move, even as another form flew in through the window... a man... in a bodysuit... a Pepsi bodysuit... The Masked-blonde rolled her eyes "Where the Hell did you even get that Hughie!?--"

"PEPSI MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN"

Darting forward, the Man in the Pepsi suit jumped into a twisting kick, spinning and kicking Demitri in the head so hard that it flew off of his shoulders, slumping to the ground dead.

The Pepsi man held out out his hand and made a strange sucking sound... nothing happened, He tried again... still nothing "oh for fuck's sake, THE WORST TIME TO NOT HAVE THE ABILITY TO BREATHE, THIS IS NOT AUTHENTIC TO THE CHARACTER!"

Everybody looked at each other, collectively inhaling "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!?" The Room all roared in fear, grabbing and brandishing guns, rushing for weapons.

Ivan ducked as the bullets began to fly, shuffling and crawling as the deafening shots rushed overhead, Ivan pulled his body along, unable to stand as He heard more windows breaking... and fewer shots firing, accompanied by screams of the last breath.

Screams started to sound, and Ivan looked at Charlotte, who held her hands over her head as she lay on the ground, Stacy **** just a ways off. He had to get to his desk, his 38 was still probably there, He could get it and fight whatever the fuck these things were.

He pushed and pushed, the sounds of **** on his ears, and... HE DID IT, Ivan nestled under his desk, reaching up to feel for his gun-BINGO, He pulled it down, checked the chamber... He had 4 shots, pulling back the hammer the Mafia boss listened to the sound of his breath. He listened to his breath for a long while, mainly because now, it was silent.

"You're going to be okay..."

That voice?

"oh... okay..." Charlotte whispered.

"Just relax, I promise you Everything is going to be alright... sleep."

Ivan lifted himself upward, carefully peaking over the desk to look at Charlotte, who had a Man all in black with blazing eyes of full red crouching over her, his Midnight hair waving in the air as if it were underwater, with what looked like... smoke rising from his body.

The Man wore a Face mask like the others around him, the twenty or so figures standing in the gorefest that was once his Gang.

The Man in the Dragon-mask slowly stood, the glowing lenses of his mask peering curiously at Ivan, and instilling an overwhelming fear so great in Ivan that it was like he was coated in cement.

"It's close to midnight... and Something evil's lurkin' in the dark...."

You knew that mocking tone, that sing-song voice that rumbled as everyone around them began to click their bloody fingers.

"Under the moonlight, You see a sight that almost stops your heart..."

Ivan stood, waving his gun around at the figures who did not even flinch at the threat... many of them already had bullet holes in them.

"Drake... Drake you fucking monster, what the fuck are you, you son of a bitch!?" Ivan demanded.

Charles Drake stepped forward, towards Ivan. This fucking thing wanted to kill him. He fired twice *BAM BAM* Nothing, He fire twice again *Bam Bam* the bullets shot into the terror's chest... but He didn't even flinch. He inched forward, making Ivan flinch backward as His mouth gaped in a silent cry.

They all laughed at him.

"You try to scream... But terror takes the sound before you make it"

You know what, FUCK THIS, Ivan wasn't going to fucking die for this, He had more men downstairs probably ready to fill these freaks full of more holes.

Ivan charged for the doors, kicking them open. The Monsters didn't try to follow him. Ivan was relieved to hear the sound of footsteps running up the stairs, the cocking of guns and metallic sounds of ammo. "Hey! Hey get the fuck up here, kill them fucking kill them!!!!" He screamed as their heads peaked up into view.

"Rip out your throats."

Reeling back, He saw his men suddenly pause Eye's twitching as most of them dropped their weapons, and began to dig their fingers into their necks, painfully gasping and wheezing as their nails cut into the skin, a few succeded. The flesh and sinew tearing as they fell into a gargling ****.

Ivan looked up, a shadowed woman with short black hair hanging upside down from the rafters, her Egyptian mask glinting as she gave him the finger. Ivan cried out in fear, he wanted to run, wanted to hide but... _"Be still." _The Woman whispered from above, making Ivan's body seize up in place, his muscles flexing and twitching.

Ivan wheezed as the blazing lenses of that Mask appeared right in front of him, Charles whispered to him as his Aura of darkness burned.

"You start to freeze, as horror looks you right between the eyes... You're PARALYZED"

His feet slipped away from under him, Ivan's eyes leaning up to the ceiling as He felt his chest being roughly shoved, body colliding with the many steps, painfully cracking on each part of his back, his head smashing into a few steps before sliding with on of his men who's neck crunched underneath him, as they slammed into the bottom floor.

The Knock loosened the horrible bewitchment that held unto his brain, the man getting up on shaking hands and staring in horror as Charle's drake gripped his mask and tore it away, baring his jaws that almost seem to detach like a snake's would, long needle-like fangs protruding over his ice white lips, the veins on his pales face black and twisted as those eyes burned fear into his very soul, his legion of Vampires walking behind with just as much of a terrifying ire.

And then they started to dance...

"'Cause this is thriller! Thriller night ~ And no one's gonna save you, from the beast about to strike
You know it's thriller! Thriller night, You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight!!!"

This was ridiculous, this was nothing short of mocking, a pure kind of Insult mixed with Ivan's own Potenet fear. even as more of his goons appeared, brandishing more firepower, All Ivan's instincts could do, was run away as fast as possible.

His breaths were heavy, and the pain in his back was shooting almost cripplingly, but He sprinted towards the garden door, looking back only for a moment... but at that moment, saw every single man being slaughtered, ripped apart, torn in half, with the Monster's sinking their fangs into their throats, the blood from their veins painting the marble floors in scarlet.

Bursting through the Glass doors which shattered, painfully cutting into his face and Neck, as He tumbled to the ground, looking around in panic as He heard the slaughter behind him.

W-Where would He go, how could He escape!? He couldn't double back into the streets they could easily catch him... no He had to trek into the woods, out near the cemetery, maybe He could shake them there!

Busting into a lumbering dash, Ivan limped his way along the patio, upending the chairs and table where he and his family would eat before. clutching unto his gun, breaking through the wooden fence and ducking into the dark underbrush.

The short neck of Woods was bathed in scarlet moonbeams, turning it into a field of bloody trees who's leaves once green where now a scabbed over Mahogany.

Whisperers disturbed the woods, whippings of wind that made Ivan flinch as they seemed to streak just barely passed him, He cursed changing direction to escape... only to meet that Man in the Pepsi costume again, his body flexing with unnatural muscle, covered in gore and holding out his clawed hand as He roared "PEPSI MAAAN HAHAHA RUN BITCH!!!!"

Yelping, He changed direction again darting off as fast as He could and nearly tripping over a root... He ran and He ran and He ran, the trees flew by, counting off the minutes he had to live.

He stopped... pausing at the small woman, in a tall terrifying mask, bandaged and wearing a tattered coat... she looked tiny, Ivan could break through her, all he had to do wass charge, and so he did, He roared as he dashed towards the woman, who was shifting the black plates on her ears.

In what could only have been described as an unnaturally painful **** on his ears that made him fall to his knees as the woman screeched at him, his eardrums quaking under the terrible strain untilll *POP* His left ear gave out, exploding with blood as He crawled away, his eyes going hazy as He tried his best to sprint in a direction that would lead him he knew not where.

Back singing with pain, face cut and oozing blood, ear deftly spurting red, Ivan mumbled incoherently to himself, lost in the horror of it all, unsure of where He was going, if he could survive... He wouldn't, He could feel it in his bones, **** was coming for him, just as He walked among it. his feet treading amongst the cemetery grounds where headstones grey and decrepit, shrouded in a milky white mist.

He stumbled, fell into a flour bed, dirt rubbing into his wounds as He lay face down in the dirt. The Mists stirred, writhed unnaturally, growing and twisting before Ivan's very eyes, fingers formed from the pale mist, transforming into hands, then arms, the body of the monster crawling out from its white form to stare down at Ivan with it's long black tongue hanging free from its pale lips.

The Redhaired woman snarled as Her hair fell over her horrifying face, the endlessly deep red eyes staring maliciously "Take a breath now... Human, for you, will be plunged into a sea of suffering. Stand up. and Watch." The Woman whispered in her accented tone, her eyes shifting into a pale blue before she swept back into the mists.

Ivan's body suddenly found the strength to get up on his feet, staring with terror as the Graves around him crawled with the Red Eyes, more than a hundred of them, crawling and stalking towards him, in every corner, in every dust swept nook, these beasts came.

But the worst of them was at there head, his blazing eyes rising, higher and higher, lifting off of his feet supernaturally, as his cloak of shadow grew larger and wider, darker and darker, his form ascending so high that as He smiled and looked down at Ivan, his dark form eclipsed the bleeding moon.

"Darkness falls across the land, The midnight hour is close at hand, Creatures crawl in search of blood, To terrorize y'alls neighbourhood.

And whosoever shall be found, Without the soul for getting down, Must stand and face the hounds of hell, And rot inside a corpse's shell..."

His voice was carried in echo to fill every inch of the darkness, growing larger and spreading, the undead gliding towards him as a predator does prey, his only ability to flee being his muted steps backwards, as madness took over his mind, and plunged his soul in terror.

"Y-You're Vampires... My god... Your Vampires aren't you... Monsters... I-I'm going to die, I'm going to die... I don't want to die... y-you can't kill me... don't... Vampires....." Ivan groaned, his mind completely broken.

Charles Drake grinned darkly, holding out his arms as the Night embraced him like a mother's womb.

"...The foulest stench is in the air, The funk of forty thousand years And grisly ghouls from every tomb Are closing in to seal your doom..."

A single tear fell down the mans contorted face, his shaking skin growing cold, body shivering as **** closed in, holding him tightly, a warmth crawling into his pants and dripping down his trouser legs, as he beheld the True Monsters.

"...And though you fight to stay alive... Your body starts to shiver. For no mere mortal can resist

The evil... of the... Thriller...."

The Vampires were inches away, clawed hands reaching desperately to taste of his blood... though they paused just inches away, staring gleefully as Ivan felt a tender hand touch his shoulder, gently turning him to face her.

Isabelle, young and beautiful stood in her sweet innocence, the copper colour of her skin gleaming under the low light, ruby lips pursed, and eyes of deep brown, a worry in those oaken orbs. He grabbed her, he grabbed his daughter, remembering his mother, and how He always loved her... He held her close, sobbing and sputtering as his careful arms wrapped around him... "Bella, my sweet Bella... I am so sorry, forgive me... Help me... T-The monsters have come to get me... they've come to get me, Bella..." He cried.

Leaning back to look at him, bearing the perfect smile that she had even back when she was a child, she nodded and lapped her lips... Her eyes flooding with red, much to Ivan's horror, dread filling him as long fangs jutted from under her full lips "Yes... Papa... yes they have."

The Bite was sudden and painful, so painful that it lorded over all others. a Crushing, piercing, exploding pain that violated him to the core, penetrating into his soul and ripping it out as His blood slowly rushed into her gullet, the man's eyes drawing back as that laugh echoed in his ears.

"AHAHAAAAAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHHHHAAA- AHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"

The Last thing... that Ivan Alexandrov would ever hear.