The Creeper's pride, chapter two:
Darry was kissed on the tip of his nose, feeling a few teeth nip at him in the process. Creeper smirked before chuckling softly, finding his human's reaction amusing. Darry's stubbled face was suddenly being sniffed at as Creeper inhaled his scent. It was one of his favorites, and to show this he burried his face into Darrius's chest and chuffed happily.
Creeper was already gathering the essentials in the morning, packing what he needed while Darrius was asleep. Their daughter was in a wrap around his chest, the small child asleep with her face half buried and curled against warm, scaly skin. Once he was finished, the Creeper looked around. There were so many memories here, memories of Darrius.
He couldn't bring himself to burn it down like he did with the church, and it brought him the strong sense of irony. You forced me to destroy my home, yet I can't have the heart to destroy yours. So many new feelings that he could not properly describe. Strange.
Darry woke up in the back of the truck. Something deep inside him felt alarmed, that the Creeper had returned to his old ways and that he was in trouble. But then he found himself with the monster holding him close as a wing was draped over.
It seems that someone took a much needed brake from driving for hours on a desolate highway. No signs of humans save for the occasional farmhouse and old clunkers. He gingerly touched the Creeper's face, stroking his thumb along his cheek as he smiled softly. It promoted a silent yawn, before a pair ofm wrinkeled eyes opened.
The hunter was a rotund, red faced man with a bristling beard and camo shirt on. He fitted the description of a hick, as Darrius had once described. As the man tugged on the handle he suddenly could feel sharp pain within his back. Talons tore muscle apart as Creeper took a lunge and hoisted him up into the air with a spray of blood.
He wanted to spend as long as he could with Darrious in his arms and to savour him, but someone was already investigating the old truck. Creeper sat up, dropped Ash into her father's arms from his wing, and went out to investigate. It was easy stalking humans, they barely noticed until it was too late.
He crouched down from the the open driver's side as the door closed silently on it's own. He caught the scent of sweat, fear. With an evil smirk he crawled close to the ground like a snake and came behind the hunter bumbling around.
They would make it to Poho by sundown, but he would need to find one of his former lairs once more. But unknown to him, Darry already had other plans on where they would stay…
Within moments, he found himself being eaten alive midair, torn open as the Creeper devoured his throat. That's all he wanted from the plump body, but he also saw an opportunity in feeding his family. The man was back down to earth as a corpse, with Creeper making work on cutting pieces off, clearing away the fat. He opened the truck with the light filling it in to illuminate the sleeping figure of Darry, and their daughter awake but curled into him.
He heaved the fresh body in before carefully crawling towards them both, grinning as he handed her the meat. The left over flesh would be saved for Darrius if he ever woke up. Creeper sat in his usual seat and started up the engine with a sputter before it roared to life, with the back doors closing on their own.
