Becky!

Becky!

Imagine your best friend is a vampire.

She never came out and said it but all the signs were there. Not a vampire in the traditional sense, but some kind of werewolf succubus thing that fed off of your soul. Now imagine she’s asking you to do something awful. And then you do it and she starts to hate you. Now she has others doing awful things to you and you begin to hate her.

You have to stop her. But how do you stop an almost unstoppable girl who’s empowered by demons, her parents, her school, and her friends? Meet Becky. The one girl you never knew you never wanted to meet.

For fans of: Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles, Stephen King’s Carrie, and Clive Barker’s Books of Blood

Content Warning: This novel contains explicit wording, content, and profanity, supernatural evil, self-harm, rape, abuse, and murder. Please read with care.

Author’s Note: As with all true horror stories, the goal is to survive to the end. I find that there is hope at the end of every tunnel, but getting there is often a horrifying and bloody mess. That being said, this is a true horror story.

Becky wasn’t human. I mean, she had all the attributes of being human – smooth olive skin, perky B cups, and a smile that would make Colgate proud. But on the new moon she reset into something else. I mean literally it wasn’t normal. And I don’t know why but she always wanted me around when it happened. She would take off all her clothes in the complete darkness, usually in the open spot down in the forest behind my house. Oh, maybe that was it, that it was my house. So was I her spiritual protector or something? That would make some kind of weird sense.

But whoops, here she goes again… It gets weird right about now. OK. So, she’s standing full-on naked in the dark and like, has her arms out a little , but her fingers are grasping at the air I guess… I don’t know. Then she starts scratching herself and it gets kinda terrifying now. I usually think about running away but I never do. Right now I’m halfway behind a tree peeking out in weird fascination.

Of course she knows I’m there. Becky isn’t dumb. At this point she’s super aware of everything around her. Her lungs huff and puff with the night air. It’s September now and it’s not really all that cold. This last January I brought an extra coat with me because she never wants to wear her old clothes that she’s thrown off. I mean, sure, we wash them and then she’ll wear them… But not ever after the weird night ceremony.

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