Serena By Elizabeth Delana Rosa
Serena was really afraid now. The rusty chain that the dark man dragged her by chaffed her neck and wrists. The blood flooded down her back and pooled above her wide hips. Serena was thankful she was up to date on her shots. One less worry, except would it matter when she might not make it through the day! Selena was determined, she was biding her time to make her move and survive this.
Today had started like any other. Serena woke up and stretched languidly in her blue covered bed, her pink pajamas rode up to show her pouchy, but cute navel. Her cat, Lemonface, for his yellowish stripes on his round kitty-face, tucked his head under her chin, purring, in the universal cat-sign for love.
After a quick shower, and a review of her to-do list, she was off in jeans and sassy t-shirt, which stated in bold letters, “Writer’s don’t need vacations, everyday they write them.” Today was crisp and honeysuckle permeated the air; the perfect day for a walk to the local all-in-one grocery.
The grocery store was jam packed, but Selena worked quickly and started the short walk home. As she jaunted briskly past a black van, a tall man jumped out covered in a ski mask. Serena only had a moment to see his icy, hate filled eyes before he knocked her out with a well-placed punch to the jaw.
She awoke disoriented and tasting metallic grossness. Serena was tied up with a rusty chain that left for little movement on the grimy floor. She had to think fast so she spoke up.
“Where are you taking me?” The man didn’t answer but promptly stopped the van on the shoulder of the road. Instead of a ski masked his face was obscured with a large sun glasses and his hair was covered with a baseball cap with black curls peeking out. 5 o’clock shadow dusted his strong cleft chin and a hint of a mustache adorned thin, dry lips pursed into a thin, grim line. He stepped forward with a needle and stabbed her.
“You stupid, shhhhhh,” she couldn’t finish her sentence as the black took her.
Serena smelled fresh green flora and fauna with the musky smells of a flowing creek. The man opened the van door and yanked her out forcefully. She cringed as he pulled him against her and he inhaled her female scents.
They walked along the remote forest area for an hour with no signs of life, human or animal. Serena seized her chance. She emptied her mind summoning her gift, as she concentrated the chains began to fall from her wrists and neck.
Serena smiled nastily as her skin turned from a beautiful white to a mud colored brown. Her eyes dilated and changed from beautiful amber to a black with no distinct irises. She doubled in height and tripled in strength, laughing at the trick she’d played. Her hunter was now her prey.
The man turned screaming. There was no one to hear him or save him as Serena in her goblin form began to eat him slowly, savoring his fear and pain. When she was satiated she buried the body and washed in the creek. It had been a long time since her “friend” had eaten, her human half would only allow her to feed the goblin’s predatory nature on evil humans. This particular serial killer took months to find and trap. They both preferred it that way. The thrill of the chase was the most fun that could be had.
Both happy and full, marched naked back to the van. She removed her items from it, which included a change of clothing in the large bag. Then, a moment later she was in her predatory form and she took the van between her hands. Serena crushed the van into a cube the size of a can of soda and stuck it in her purse for a memory of her latest kill. Finally she dressed.
The walk back to her apartment was invigorating. Serena opened the door, kissed Lemonface, and put her trophy in the bottom of her closet with the 20 or 30 others. They were to remember the days that started like any other.