Unexpected help

It’s nearly four in the afternoon when you’re finally done with the farmer’s daughter. Her bedroom is a mess, you’ve fucked her everywhere, and her screams have probably driven her parents crazy. You wipe your pussy with one of the torn posters from a boy’s band you never heard off. The paper on your swollen lips makes you shiver. Your **** looks at you with infinite gratitude. You smile licking some of the blood remaining on your lips.

You’re about to say something when suddenly your acute senses pick a noise coming from outside. Apparently there’s a convoy of hummers heading this way. The new vampire half breed on the bed has heard them too. She looks preoccupied. With all the sex that has been going on in the house the air must be filled with demonic pheromones. All their sensors will go nuts. You turn to your ****.

“Take them out, now!” you hiss.

She bends.

“I will see you in Hell Mistress!”

“Hopefully not too soon,” you reply spreading your wings.

You crash through the window and fly away in the opposite direction. You know that the highway makes a turn a few hundred miles north and comes back in your direction. If you’re able to reach it, you should be able to disappear. That is of course if the DSD doesn’t have a chopper nearby. But one problem at a time.

You fly as fast as you can. The sun will not set before a couple more hours and by then all should be finished.

“Jody…”

You hear automatic fire in the distance, you’re too far to hear the screams but you trust your minion to give the hell, literally.

“Lady…”

Damn it! Coming from the south you start perceiving the rotor blades of a combat helicopter. You drop your flight to be just over the top of the trees.

“Mistress…”

The chopper has spotted you. You can feel the pilot’s heartbeat accelerate as he is about to engage you. You drop even lower slaloming between the trees.

“Listen to us…”

All around you, heavy fire start shredding the forest. You avoid a few bursts. Your skin, thick as iron, manages to take some hits but you know it won’t last forever.

“We can help you…”

You hear the characteristic whistling sound of a rocket flying towards you. It’s a little too high and it crashes in a tree just a few feet away from you.

“Summon us and we will do your biding…”

The blast of the explosion throws you to the ground. You crash violently into a small oak that will probably not make it through the winter. Your arm seems broken, you can already feel the bone getting back into place but it will be too late.

“Come on bat girl, listen to us…”

And finally the voices reach your brain. The forest is busing with voices. Small voices, strong voices, high pitched voices and baritone voices. They are all speaking to you, they are all eager to serve you.

“Who are you?” you ask as the chopper makes a turn to come back to your position.

“We are the little lives of the forest, we are the ones the creator abandoned, we serve Satan, we serve you, Mistress.”

Suddenly you realize that the animals of the forest are speaking to you. They are offering you their help.

“Help me then, you little fuckers, help me before it’s too late…”

A large scream rises from the forest. The chopper has positioned itself to finish you. You can see the white in the eye of the pilot as he presses the trigger. A rocket engages, detaches from the helicopter and starts flying in your direction.

You ready yourself to meet your Lord when a large mountain lion jumps from a tree in the direct trajectory of the rocket. His body is reduced to small bits and chunks of bloody goo that starts raining all over you.

A skein of crows has appeared at the top of the forest and surrounds the helicopter. They dive into the windows, the rotors. For an instant, taken off guard, the pilot loses control of his craft. Just an instant, no too long but long enough for you to pick a burnt trunk by your side and throwing it with all your strength towards the cockpit.

It bounces off the reinforced glass but it flies directly into the main blades increasing the loss of balance. The helicopter dives into the forest and goes flying towards a tree. It crashes into a gigantic ball of fire.

You pant, since you entered the service of your Lady Grace never have you been so close to ****.

“We thank you Mistress; we thank you for giving us the privilege to serve you; we thank you for the sacrifice of our brethren that have gone to the Enemy now.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” you spit flying away in the sunset.

The night has fallen for a while now when finally you see in the distance the lights of the highway.