A Prophecy

It's close to midnight.. something evil's lurking in the dark.

She could sense it. Having her newborn and beloved husband fast asleep beside her made her senses heighten. She sits up and looks out the window near their bed. It is dark at first.

Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart. You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it.

She focuses her eyes to make absolute certain she knew what she was seeing. Why would she want to wake the newborn that never slept for a trick her eyes played on her?

You start to freeze as horror looks you right between your eyes.

As her ears focus into the silence, such a silence that it rings from the absence of sound, an unfamiliar foe comes in front of her window, looking at her dead in the face.

You're paralyzed.

"Alaric! Alaric Wake up! We're under attack!" She rushes out of bed rousing her husband and taking the baby to her chest to lock the door, glancing out the window again. She hears screams from the rest of the pack. Unassuming. Having been fast asleep. The battle was set for two days hence.. but it was like these savages to act above the rules and guidelines.

'Cause this is thriller!

She grows nauseous thinking about what to do when they break in, not if.

Thriller night. And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike.

The door starts to crack and give at the constant blows from what sounded like a large wolf running at it over and over.

You know it's thriller, thriller night.

Alaric jumps in front of her just as the foe enters and subdues him with ease. "Find the Seer! He can protect her." She runs out the back door with her precious gurling baby in her arms. An axe that was thrown comes down at her side, and another at her feet. Mama Bear: Activated.

You're fighting for your life, inside a killer.

She sprints with all her might to the Seer's dwelling and places her baby girl in his care, kissing her head one more time. "Mommy and daddy love you, Nova, my little star," she chokes back a sob as the Seer tells her to go back and fight with her husband lest their home should be lost.

Thriller tonight..

She shifts to fur and tries to find his smell in the air. Once she catches it, she cuts through a house whereafter his scent grew stronger, her bond to him providing enough distraction to be fooled.

You hear the door slam, and realize there's nowhere left to run.

She curses to herself for being so stupid. Two of the enemy pack had trapped her. They growl selfishly with looks of pure evil and malice on their twisted, scarred faces.

You feel the cold hand, and wonder if you'll ever see the sun.

She fights and bites and claws at them both, but they are able to easily grab her and hold her down.

You close your eyes and hope this is just imagination.

She knew what was coming.

But all the while, you hear a creature creeping up behind, you're out of time.

"Get your hands off my wife," Alaric growls, pure venom drips from his tone from behind her as they drop her to focus on him.

'Cause this is thriller! Thriller night!

He lunges at one and kicks her out of the way, easily tearing his throat out with his wolf teeth. The especially deformed one begins to approach her, determined to take what he felt he deserved.

There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes.

She kicks at him and brings her claws to his face when he goes for that second chance. She pounces and snaps his neck like a twig.

Thriller night, fighting for your life, inside a killer.

"We need to get out of here before we get trapped again.. where is the baby?," he asks as he looks her over, ensuring his beloved mate was safe. The surprising amount of survivors thus far let out an ear splitting howl signaling an S.O.S. to neighboring packs. "She's safe. We need to go."

Night creatures call..

This action seems to draw more of the bloodthirsty evil ones forward from the brush, surrounding her, her husband and the survivors that still outnumbered the evil ones. They form a kill circle, sizing up the enemy.

There's demons closing in on every side.

One charges, causing a domino effect. A few from the circle are picked off immediately while others stay and fight valiantly for their homeland turned battlefield.

Darkness falls across the land.. the midnight hour is close at hand.

When the evil outnumbers the good, they close in further.

Creatures crawl in search of blood, to terrorize your neighborhood.

More screams, more desolation, and more bloodshed are heard, seeming to echo across the land.

And whosoever shall be found without the soul for getting down must stand and face the hounds of hell, and rot inside a corpse's shell.

Another one attacks, "Callie get down!" he tries desperately to push her to the ground.. but she is picked off as well. He screams out of rage and frustration and tries to get after the attacker, only to be picked off himself by the malicious sadists.

The foulest stench is in the air..

That of blood, carnage, smoke and death fills his nostrils as they bore into his body, blow after blow, laughing the whole time, mocking him.

The funk of forty-thousand years, and grisly ghouls from every tomb are closing in to seal your doom.

He looks over at his beloved wife, already desecrated and dead. He lets out a howl for his wife and pup, and breathes his last.

And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver. For no mere mortal can resist the evil of the thriller.

And thus, the prophecy is fulfilled.