Well hi people! I am Tuz' (LovelyTuz) and this is my first time writting for Literotica. I have never really done a non-human story before and this shall be my first. I want to give an amazing shout out to my editor Zoyiab , who not only single handed went through the whole thing but also help me find a title for the story. She is amazing. I appreciate her taking the time to help me on this.She is a wonder editor and I can't wait to give her the next chapter. I would love feedback and thoughts on this chapter and all the next!
Now! I hope you enjoy Chapter One of Fangs of Hungary!
A small breeze was placed along the quiet town of Hemming, Maine as it began its day into the morning hours. The sun hidden by the assembled bundle of clouds making the air seem colder than it should. Parked cars and the occasional face soon emerged from sides of businesses along the path of the "business corner".
Dim lights could be seen through the vacant windows. While businesses stir from the morning's first minutes with the chance of new customers and returning business. It all seemed too peaceful and quite as the day begun.
A petite girl stumbled down a deserted part of the side walk. A street she and her family had walked down together many times before laughing and talking. Her family! Crimson blood dripped down her face leaving a trail of red to where the bodies would be found.
The numerous wounds on her body engulfed her skin mixing with the dirt and muck of the things behind her. It was nothing that words could have described. Her feet bare and bleeding, black with soot and ruble from the ground. Broken pieces of glass clung to her soles and ankles digging into her flesh making each step leave another bloody foot print.
Her legs shaky and filleted each one having torn muscle protruding to the bone. The flesh seemed like rubber flopping with each step as if it were made of cheap silicon. Blood running out from under her dress seemed to be an endless trickle down her legs. Her blue dress was in shreds, blood dripped down each open gash rolling down only to be curdled at the end of the fabric.
Slashes and bite marks seemed endless on her body. Her full firm breast bitten and punctured with wood. Her face hallow and empty. She limped up the side walk aimlessly. Her copper brown hair cascaded down her back in mats, slick and stuck to her body sweeping the ground as she walked. You could see the mud blood and the slivers of wood that caked her lithe form. Her face was an eerie ghost of her previous self.
A clap of thunder was herd followed by rain pouring down on the walking pixie girl. It was as if the Heavens where trying to ease her pain. The cold drops of rain trying to ease her wounds as it began the easy yet painful task to wash away the night before. It was as if the skies around her were trying to erase all that had happened. The small framed girl turned her head up to the sky as her body began to shake. Her sharp blue eyes vacant and frozen as it stared openly into the white clouds above her.
"Make it stop...Please make it stop" She stuttered out from her broken and blood cracked lips. She'd lost so much already she didn't know what else to say. As her mind began to focus on the sound of the rain she could only see the faces of the ones she just lost etched into the clouds above her.
The memories of the dark night behind her would knowingly haunt her dreams for the rest of her life. She had nothing but the rain to help ease the pain in her heart and soul.
To keep herself from breaking she stopped herself on the side of her shop, her family's shop. She could feel the life force behind the blue wooden door as she stumbled to the stairs sprawling her body on the stone steps. Breathe Luludja. Just breathe...
In one night she had lost her entire family. Her world began to crash about her as the rain began to pour harder onto her skin.
She could hear the passing cars and see the soft reflection from the cars lights randomly eclipse her body as she lied sprawled on top of her steps. In a way the shackles of fate were gone though the pain was still there.
In her heart a shadow now hung over and it would always be. Her family was the only thing she knew. Closing her eyes she began to feel the darkness merge into them never to be pure as they once had been. Mumbling their names her thoughts scattered over the memories she once had with them, as if her own life were flashing upon her eyes. She came to a place that she knew so well that had so many happy memories. Now with them replaying in her head all she could do was cry.
Her crying began harsh and bitter as it began to mix with the ongoing rain and blood that pooled her face as she remembered. All the times she and her father would go get sugar coated cashews to cheer her up over work or school. Myriad fights with her mother about her future, and what she wanted to do with her life. Hours of goggling at hot guys with her sister Lala. Talking about having a family and children, sharing all her secret desires and dreams. Lala...Missed most of all were the millions of hugs and smiles with her whole family as she grew up from a child.
Gone! All of it, simply gone in a matter of hours. She clung to the steps as the memories flooded her mind. Just remembering hurt more than the wounds on her body. For once her happy memories played she recalled each one of their faces as their life was taken away by that beast.
The beast so hideous and fierce that took away her families lives and happiness...
~~Earlier that evening~~
Josfka took hold of her husband's hand watching her two girls sit down across from them. Luludja raised her eye brow knowing that look her parents were giving them. Her parents excited to tell their children the news. Her mother and father sat across from herself and her little sister Lala.
Josfka and Loiza Tibor were Hungarian immigrants that came over to America to start a new life. Only by unknown reasons decided it would be best to live in a place like Maine. Both parents were exactly the opposite of each other.
While her mother held a soft elegance and grace about herself. She had dark brown hair and blue eyes, which gave her more of a gentle and natural look. Her father was the exact opposite. A proud and loud man her father kept himself large built with dark brown eyes and light blond hair.
It was he who Luludja took most of her personality as she was graced with the looks of her mother. She looked at them and thought the same countless thought. How can a man ever be in the same league as her mother? Yet here they were staring at each other with the look of love in their eyes as if they were just starting out in life way before Lala and herself were born.
Loiza stared lovingly into his daughters' eyes as he smiled. "Girls, we have something to tell both of you that will be great news. We want you both to know that we love you very much and this decision your mother and I have made will be something of a shock."
Josfka Tibor squeezed her husband's hand her own blue eyes looking to her daughters'. "What your father is trying to say girls is that your father and I are going to be going to Hungary." She beamed her face becoming the glow they all knew and loved.
Lala choked on her drink as she placed her cup down. "That is great news!" She smiled happily at her parents. "I can't believe you two are finally going to go back there after all this time." Lala squealed bouncy softly in her seat.
