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The winged, obsidian giant kneeled outside the house, gazing in through the uncovered window. His long, flowing hair, white as new fallen snow, caught the soft light of the moon. The enormous wings, the color of his hair veined with streaks of silver, were folded close along his well-muscled back. His hands were guantleted in leather, fingerless gloves. The light coming through the window from inside the house glinted off of the sharp metal spikes that lined the knuckles. His feet were shod in much the same way with soft leather boots, spiked with the same strange gleaming black metal. Other than these, his only attire was a simple loincloth held around his waist by a wide, thick leather belt. From this belt hung a large black sword, sheathed in a scabbard of gleaming, emerald, green scaled hide adorned with a row of five unknown gemstones. His eyes were the eyes of a creature of darkness. The dark red irises were wide, allowing none of the white surrounding them to be seen. The pupils were oblong, almost cat-like.

He stared intently through the window, content that the smaller creatures within could not see him. He was careful that none of the light from within fell directly upon him. He remained motionless, drawing no attention. His breath was steady and controlled. He made no sound as he watched. His large pointed ears were turned slightly toward the glass and he listened carefully as he studied the creatures playing games inside the room.

He wondered at the music that fell upon his ears. It was slightly odd, like nothing he had heard before. It was a mixture of sounds. He could make out the twangs of plucked strings, of different thicknesses and tensions. He heard the fingertips of the instrumentalist clamp and slide across them. He heard the steady pounding of sticks on stretched skins. He could make out the subtle click as a stick once contacted the edge of the instrument. Along with these obsolete, almost primal, sounds came the steady influence of frequency controlled, perfectly pitched notes. The music didn't make sense to him, yet it was not against his liking, merely different from that to which he was once used to listening.

As the music flowed through his body, his eyes took in the scene unraveling before him. `Mating ritual?' he questioned himself. Within the room, he could make out two males and three females. `Humans,' his mind recalled. `Men and women....women...the woe of men,' he laughed within himself. Some things were the same in all the dimensions. `The females run the show and let the males think they do...' Actually, each of the sexes appeared to be taking an equal part in the display. They appeared to be taking turns feeding themselves with various fruits and other foods placed between each other's legs. They went slowly, spending more time licking each other's bodies than gorging themselves. Much of the repast seemed to be going to waste. Whatever it was they were doing, it interested the giant greatly. He suddenly became excited at the prospect of joining them.

`Wonder how upset they'd be if I just walked in on them?' he thought to himself, jokingly. He knew that this planet was not yet aware of the dimensions that surrounded it. He thought back quickly to the books they had given him to study before his exile. After a few moments, he suddenly smiled as he remembered one of his favorite characters from the literature of this planet. He moved slowly into the yard, careful not to disturb anything. When he was satisfied that his movement had not been noticed, he bowed his head in concentration. A thick fog slowly condensed upon his body, conforming itself to his vast form. The fog slowly changed, reshaping itself, becoming smaller, churning heavily. Within minutes it abated.

"Shit!" one of the men exclaimed as he stood and ducked into the hallway, followed closely by the others. "Who in hell is that?"

One of the women quickly throws a thin robe around her body and steps over to the door. Opening it carefully, she looks at the stranger standing before her. She never speaks a word. She lets her eyes frame the question that the stranger knows she wishes to ask. She looks at the man expectantly, studying his features, his body.

He is tall, well over six feet, and somewhat thin. He is handsome, yet in a rugged sort of way. His face is the face of one who enjoys the outdoors. His skin is the ruddy color of one who has spent his life mostly outside. He wears a short-sleeved cotton shirt. His muscled arms sprout from wide, solid shoulders. His pants are made of faded blue denim. The knees of which are worn through in spots. On his feet are a pair of old leather hiking boots. The boots appeared to be well worn, the seams at the soles split at a few places. They were stained by the dust of many a road. In his hands he held a six-pack of beer and a bottle of wine. Her eyes once more directed themselves to the stranger's pants. `Yes,' she thought to herself, `They are well-filled.' She once more looked into the man's eyes, asking the unspoken question.

"I'm new around here and I was pretty bored. I heard your party and decided to see if you could stand to be a little hospitable to a man that's trying to fight his way out of the depths of depression." He smiled as he said the words, indicating that he was in no way serious, about anything. He smiled and looked at the woman, waiting for her reply.

He looked at her intently, letting his gaze travel from her feet upward. Her legs were firm and sexy, exposed by the briefness of her robe. She seemed to be well curved, adding to his excitement. He looked into her face. His eyes suddenly locked with hers.

Her eyes, beautiful, intelligent eyes, bore into his own. He could lose himself in those eyes. Indeed, he had already felt the danger of falling into them. The mirrors of her soul, he liked what he saw. Calculating eyes, eyes that knew what they wanted and had the will to take it. Intelligent eyes, eyes that looked beyond the surface, to strip away illusions, to see reality. Fearless eyes, eyes that quickly determined what color could not threaten. Warm eyes, eyes full of life and the desire to live it to its fullest. Beautiful eyes, eyes of jade.

"What's your name?" she asked, becoming interested in the strange man at her doorstep.

The man thought quickly. `The dark man...the clown...the walking dude...no wait, that's it.' "Randall," he replied, "Randall Flagg. But my friends call me The Reaver."

Walking along the dark street, I thought for a moment to the recent occurrences that seemed to dominate the news. Numerous bodies had been found in the recent weeks. Bodies savaged physically, and sexually. Bodies of mostly women, but a male or two as well. Grinning to myself I walked on, shrugging my shoulders and pushing my hands deeper into the pockets of my overcoat. The tabloids were shouting about rampant vampires and wolf men. Right. Even though the reputable papers did mention, from time to time the disturbing fact that the victims did seem to be a bit on the anemic side, the whole thing seemed pretty outrageous.

Here at the turn of the 21st century, old ghost stories were dominating the papers. Chuckling lightly to myself, I turned and started across the street, heading toward the little bar that I usually frequented. As I walked in, swinging my coat of my shoulders and hanging it on 'my' coat hook, the bartender gave me a nod. As I reached my stool, I found a draft waiting for me, and I casually tossed back a swallow, looking around the bar. The TV was on, over the end of the bar, and the late news was on, more jabbering about yet another body found just after nightfall today. Pity, I thought to myself. "It's your buddy at work again Slade", the bartender jibed toward me. "Can't you put some other trash on Tom? Don't you get sick of this shit?" pushing my empty mug toward him, he picked it up, and soon, I found it back before me. "You know I only put it on to annoy you Slade," he grinned broadly at me and went to the other end of the bar, taking a drink to an old man sitting there. He always bugged me about this shit, knowing how I felt about sensationalism.

We had talked often of how these losers would pull some cheap stunt, grab some publicity, and get credit for being so strange. And a vampire impersonator certainly had the attention of the city now. "You know they found that gal, "he gestured toward the screen which showed a body being carted into a waiting ambulance, face covered, "about a mile from here?" He grinned at me, and I just shrugged. No sense feeding his mirth. "Yeah? You're hitting them close to home, eh?" He laughed as I ducked the wet bar towel that soared toward me. Eventually, thankfully, the news changed to more mundane matters, and I watched silently as one little tragedy after another was shown. Pity.

After about an hour, and several more beers, I heard the door behind me open, and in the mirror behind the bar I saw a tall woman walk in. Casually, I picked up my mug, and turning my head slightly as I drank my beer, I saw her cross the floor and go out of my vision behind me. Turning back toward the bar, I saw that she took a spot two seats down the bar from me. Tom came along, and after glancing in my direction, he took her order. Walking back with the beer, he started "This ones..." "I'll pay for my own drinks, thank you" she said. Quietly but with a certain strength that interested the hell out me. Raising my mug, and eyebrows, I nodded to her, and she returned my toast. She then turned back to the bar, ignoring me completely. Looking her over, I was impressed. Tall with dark hair, almost pitch black, she could easily be a model. Her pale white skin looked perfect, and as she removed her leather jacket I saw that she was stacked as well. Wearing black skin tight jeans and a black corset like top, she was easily one of the most attractive women I'd ever seen.

I noticed with some pleasure that her nipples were rock hard and poking through the stiff material of her top. I realized, to some surprise that I had been staring and I saw that she was looking at me, or glaring at me. I wasn't sure. It seemed to be a look that she used a lot. "You see enough?" "Not really, but I guess it will have to do," I mumbled, surprised to find that my mug was slipping from my hand. I raised it again, and shrugged. "That depends" she replied, and turned back to watch the screen. I saw Tom raise his eyebrows and turn to wash some glasses, grinning from ear to ear. Nothing was said in this place without him hearing. "Someone is hungry tonight" she said, looking intently at the screen, which showed a number of police cruisers, lights flashing clustered around a street corner. I noticed with some shock, that the location was about six or seven blocks from here.

The newscaster was explaining that another body had been found just 15 minutes ago, abandoned beside a dumpster. A young girl of 18. "Jesus!" Tom exclaimed "This is getting out of hand." "Copycats" she said. I looked over at the woman to my right, seeing that she was intently listening to the announcers words. "Different MO's. Some people have no imagination. There's more than one killer." Tom raised his eyebrows at this, and stepped back a bit, looking at her strangely. I grinned, as this had been somewhat along the lines of what I had been discussing with him earlier, though I doubt I sounded as peeved by it. "Interesting, that's what I was saying earlier. You'd think they would come up with something more original than a vampire." Grinning I tossed back the last of the beer, and Tom automatically came and refilled it. "Oh?" she said softly, "So you don't think such thing sexist?" Her grin was almost terrifying. On someone less attractive I'm sure it would have been repulsive, but on her, it sent a shiver of excitement along my spine. "There are many things that the light of science can't understand." Grinning, I laughed a bit, took another sip at the beer, and nodded. "Yeah, I guess you are right, but don't you think this is a bit much? Really!" I turned back to her, and saw that she had moved down the bar to sit next to me, and I smelled her light perfume, a tangy flowery smell. Light and soft. The only thing light and soft about her, was my guess.

As she swung around to face me, her knee brushed against mine, and as she put her right hand against the bar, her knee settled against my leg, and I felt a hand on my knee. I sat there, a bit uneasy about the way things were moving. I wasn't used to aggressive women, and I was sure this one was used to playing games. Right now I felt like a mouse, and I knew who was the cat. "Come on," I said, standing up. If she wanted to play games, I'd play them. My way. Throwing a twenty on the bar, I grabbed her hand and started toward the door. A little to my surprise, I found her following along. I didn't look back, but I would have loved to see the look on Tom's face. Looking back wasn't part of the play though, so I pulled her along, and felt her long nails dig into my arm.

Exiting onto the street, I turned to her, and said simply "Where?" She nodded her head to the left. "Your place. Now." I started to take her hand but she reached out first, taking my arm in the strongest grip I'd ever felt from a woman, and she smiled that wicked grin of hers. My apartment was a block down to the left. She didn't ask for directions as she turned and walked into the dark access corridor. The light bulb had been missing for days and no one seemed interested in changing it. As we hit the darkness, she released my hand, and shoved me against the wall roughly. Catching my balance, I let my coat fall to the floor and found her upon me. Her cool lips sought mine and we kissed each other hungrily. Running my hands along her back, I pulled her to me and any lesser woman would have been crushed as I eagerly drew her to me. Impassioned, I pushed her back, and thrusting her against the opposite wall, I ripped her top down off her generous breasts, and began to run my hands roughly over their firmness. She sighed and her nails dug into the back of my head as she pulled my head down to her left nipple, which I took in my mouth and bit at lightly at first.

As her nails ran through my hair, I heard her pant "Harder" and I began to chew on it with greater vigor. As I worked at her breast, she ran one hand down my back, and pulled my shirt up as her nails, hard as iron, dug into my back, scratching deeply as they came along. Releasing her breast, I pushed against her and slid up her body, driving my hips between her thighs as she lifted her left leg, placing it along my ribs, and I thrust my torso against her, feeling her heat through my pants. I pulled the remainder of her top off, already ripped, throwing it aside carelessly. She wanted it rough, she'd get rough. Pulling her to me, I dug my fingers into her ass, and she moaned lightly, her teeth at my neck, biting lightly there. This surprised me as I was sure she would clamp down on anything she would get her teeth on, but I didn't think much of it as she reached down and deftly undid my belt, and then quickly popped my fly open.

Her hand snaked in my pants, grabbing roughly a hold of my engorged member, pulling it out and into the cool air. Her hand pulled and tugged at me, as I bit and chewed lightly on her ear. I reached down and started to remove her pants, but she thrust my hand away and within a second she was wriggling out of her pants. I reached down, and took her mound in my hand, feeling the fire there. Sinking a finger into her, I was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure and she thrust her hips against my hand roughly. "Now!" she screamed, "Do me now, God I'm hungry, I want it," disregarding her words, I pulled her to me and she straddled my hips, impaling herself on my thick cock. She screamed with pleasure and wrapped her legs around my waist, as she wiggled her hips ever so slightly in a circular motion. Slapping against her I drove deeply into her, feeling the wall shudder slightly as my weight pressed her against the wall.

The thought of someone entering the hallway never concerned me for a moment. As I drove into her, I felt her teeth at my neck again, and I smiled to myself. "Now," I thought, "She wants to bite? I'll show her a bite!" I placed my mouth over her shoulder and as I started to close my mouth, thrusting into her harder than before, slamming her against the wall, I bit down, and as my fangs entered her shoulder, I was surprised to feel her teeth sinking into my neck. Long, sharp canines. Like mine. Then I heard the laughter echoing in the night. Hers and mine.