This is a creepy story that seemed to just come into my mind, I thought it'd make for an interesting story so I wrote it. Not sure how long it will be, so we'll just have to wait and see.

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The night draped over me quickly, I smile, and sniffed the air, leaping onto the balcony of the room. The night was still, the perfect mask for me to move around without disturbing anyone. My prey was fast asleep in his bed, turning over and hugging a stuffed bear. It fell to the ground, but the child still held air, not even noticing, not even stirring. I smiled slightly, hissing a little, I made sure no one was watching before slowly opening the door, I was strong enough to get through the lock, it was fairly simple. I keep it quiet, as, after all his parents are likely in the room nearby, they wouldn't keep him far away, he's only seven by the looks of it. I look down at him, and smile slowly; I wonder if I really should do this to such a peaceful little thing. However, why should I care? I need to feed, I put a clawed hand on the edge of the bed and sat down on it, the webs in-between my fingers woven like a spiders web, began to spread as I carefully pulled my fingers to the sides. It was an inhuman thing, but then again, I'm not human. The boy turned over, feeling my pressence, he looked at me, and was about to scream when I shoved the webbing into his mouth. He whimpered, trying to open his mouth, as he did, the web grew until it glued his mouth shut. All that was left of his noises were soft whines, I brush my hand against his face, he looks at me, tears going down him eyes.

"Shhhh..." I whisper, laying him against the bed again, I smile at him, watching his eyes start to close "Sleep, it'll all be over soon."

I sit there, and wait for his body to grow limp, quiet, still, not dead, in fact I open his eyes to make sure of it. I smile slightly, and shake my head, I hold him down as slowly he begins to struggle, biting into his necks flesh, he whimpers, cries, and the struggle gets harder. I open his mouth, taking the webs back, and let go, it goes all the way through his body, and it takes a long time to get it out, lucky for him, I'm patient. I'm not a vampire, quite the contrary, I'm an Eater. What's that you ask? We prey upon the weak, and do with them as we please. He lay there, motionless, staring at me, thinking it's over. Stupid child, it isn't over, I wrap the webbing around his head, and pull back, he struggles, screaming, but it's so muffled I doubt anyone can hear it. It's taking too long because of the holes in the webbing so I take a better approach. I take his neck and snap it, he ceases struggling, doing anything at all, and lays motionless on the ground of his bedroom.

I take his two legs and drag him across the ground, blood dripping down the side of his lip, I smile, and bend down as he's on the balcony. He's still staring at me, not sure why he's alive, his neck twisted around awkwardly. He won't die now, I could cut his head off, and his body and face would still move. "What is your name?" I ask coldly, snapping his neck back into place now that he understands.

"I want my Mom!" he cries, curling into a ball.

"Your Mom no longer exists!" I shout, forcing him to his feet, I run a webbed hand through his hair, the spiderwebs become stuck in his hair "Come now, we can be friends, or I can name you myself." I say cooeing.

He notices the spinder webs covering my body and feels his hair, feeling the spider webs and the subsequent spiders weaving it delicately. "M-Max." he says quietly "I want out, please, I just want my Mom!"

I take him by the arm, and watch as the spiders weave around his face. "You're parents are non-existant." I speak quietly, pulling his pajama top off, the spiders crawl around his body, the webs go over him as he cries, they go around his neck, and down his pants "Take them off." I hiss.

"But it's the middle of win-"

"Take them off or I'll leave you here and allow your parents to find you!" I shout loudly, cackling as he slips his pajama bottoms off, he stands their wearing underwear, what kind of moron wears that to bed?

"I'm c-cold..." he whispers, I don't reply even as he trembles, eventually, the spiders crawl around his legs and under his underwear, he screams.

"Shh... It's almost over," his underwear slips off, and he's covered in webbing no longer human, there's not much left to do except finnish the job.

I bite into his exposed neck, he cries, whimpers and attempts to escape my grip, but slowly stops, knowing it's useless. His eyes grow dead looking like mine, and his smile fades, he whimpers. "Shhh... Just a little more." I finally let go once I've drained him of his blood and seeped in my own.

He lays there, exposed tiny fangs chattering as he stands there, holding his body, I toss him a cloak. "Put it on!" I say coldly, he reaches for his underwear, and puts it on "Did you not hear me, put them on!"

He cries and whimpers, putting the black cloak on, finally, I finnish the job I gently take him into my arms, and slowly, but surely bite the neck one final time. This time, I feed him the blood of the eaters, he moans a few times. Too bad kid, if I could take it when I was only four you can take it at seven! He finally stops struggling, and drained, he looks at me, tears still in his face. "Shhh... It's over now." I take him into my arms, he looks at me "Your name now and forever is Stalv."

He doesn't say anything, just stares at me, his transformation complete, why had I done it? Why hadn't I killed him? I wanted a son, that's why, and since I couldn't have one, I'd steal one. "Stalv, child..." I speak with a quiet tone, trusting him to sit on the balcony "I'll be back."

He has no choice but to obey me, once you've been morphed, you're tied to him until he sets you free. You remember nothing, just being what you are until that day. And by that time, you're one forever. I walk into his parents room and shake my head, slowly, from my cloak, I take two venomous Black Widow spiders out. They crawl towards the sleeping couple, after all, I can't have them looking for him. I walked up to him, and saw his expression, he was hungry, I could tell. Perhaps I'd stop by another home and he could have his first meal, drain the last bit of his humanity from him by doing so. Stalv came to me like an obiedient pet, and cuddled into my arms.

Don't get too comfortable boy, life as our kind isn't a cakewalk.

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