Ghoulish Ramblings

In the deepest of alleys, where light dares not tread, the filth litters the streets, and hide the true inhabitants of its darkest recesses, those unknown to the common eye, unknown to the world around them, unknown to all but those rabble of their own make, as they sit and wait quietly for the next unsuspecting victim, a traveler unwitting, unaware of the mischief surrounding him, unaware of the harm and travesties that could easily befall him, not knowing when that next victim will show its face of false courage in the alley, their alley, as they would have it no other way, for they had held claim to its forgotten stones and unturned rubble, had held it for as long as any of them could remember, and whether or not that was a testament of their long-winded memory or the absentia which results from more than frequent doses of liquors and alcoholics, remained to be seen; but this day they would remember well, to be sure, for it marked the beginning of their worst struggle to date, which began when the most nobly dressed man entered their humble abode, escorted by a maiden most fair, though her expressions and demeanor told other tales, tales that foreshadowed of little other than a calamity in the making, something which surely could not be tolerated in their alley, for it would arouse undue attention to their alleyway, to their way of life, if not to their very beings, and it had happened before, as they were once forced to leave an alley such as this, an alley of their holdings, and abandon it for the very one in which they presided over, a tumultuous event that had forced them into a battle slimly won over the previous inhabitants of the hole, and this event held similar intent to be sure, which they could not allow, not by any means, and it must have been held as a collective thought, for as the all too suspicious man and the obviously unsettled girl entered the darkened alley, just slightly after midnight, each of its inhabitants stirred as one, a collective mind raised to the task at hand, elevating as one to the drudgery afoot, the task of saving their home from unwanted attention, and it must have been so, for when the felonious man came further into view, and actions became more apparent, made obvious by the glint of steel held to the hostage girl’s throat, which, when added to the peasant girl’s expression of unrest, clearly told of foul play, and meant only that the creatures of the alleyway must drive them out, by any means necessary, and in such a way that they would be more concerned with escape than with the remembrance from whence they had run, and if the situation carried on too much longer, it may well be too late for that plan of action to suffice, for soon after the man began to attack the girl, feeling that he was well away from the traveled streets, and far from prying eyes and viewing suspects, but these suspects were present, indeed unknown to the villainous man, who held his hand to the girl’s mouth as he proceeded to attack her in ways most unpleasant and most unforgettable, to all involved, to the hideous, to the victim, and to their unknown viewers, who were now rising to the girls defense, though she had long since stopped struggling in futility, they came as one unit, of one mind, their teeth sank deeply into the flesh of the assailant, who wailed in protest were held in check only by the muffling hands of his attackers, whose claws dug deeply into his skin, shredding his back and face, targeting any exposed areas they could get their foul natural weaponry into, at this he screamed, as did the girl, who phased in and out of consciousness, finally collapsing to the floor at the site of the ever-flowing blood of her attacker, whose form now resembled little more than a half-eaten chicken wing, a carcass still living, and still experiencing the pain of their claws and mandibles of the creatures that now devoured his flesh as quickly as the most savage of scavengers, who, when finished with their foul deed, still hungry and still unknowing of what to do with the girl that now knew of their presence, they began to feed on her unconscious body as they did the man before her, only in a less frenzied pitch, all to protect their abode, their dwelling of living, from the prying eyes of the living who meant to persecute them into extinction.