Sitting in an ancient oak tree (that had probably been transplanted here at great cost) Crush felt good. It was something that was rare these days, he got little chance to kill much of anything around this place. The girls had to be left alone, and he did, so all he could break were birds and chimpmonks and the occasional rabbit. Though, rabbits were harder to catch than much else. He contemplated this as he reached into a knot hole in the oak and pulled out a cigarette.

He tapped the end of it with his finger and it lit. He stuck it in his mouth and took a long drag as he looked up. The taste reminded him of home, and he had vitality, why not smoke? It was a nice 85 degrees, not even alittle humidity in the air, it occured to him that girls would be coming outside soon enough, after class let out and they were free to avoid finishing their homework.

Crush thought of this and smiled. He could swoop on down and grab one, rape her near the rose garden, some place nice. He blew the smoke out and laughed, what a life.

It was a warm day and everyone who was anyone knew that on days like these, one couldn't expect Persephone to leave her bed or get to class on time--if at all. She suffered some sort of rare narcolepsy that made her colapse into sleep whenever the temperature was above about 25 degrees or general be too sleepy and bleary eyed to do anything. As such, the pink haired 'rabbit girl', as people came to call her, had fallen asleep somewhere in the forest during her early morning run. The girl in pink (except for her blue and white school uniform she rarely wore any other color) had stopped by a maple tree (not too far off from an old oak) and had fallen asleep, propped up against it.

Feeling rather refreshed (and with foot still in slumberland), she opened her eyes and stood up, stretching her lithe body. "That felt nice!" she said to herself, smiling prettily. She checked her watch and her eyes bugged out a little when she realized that she had missed all of her classes--again. Her shoulders slumped and she sighed.

"Ah, well...it was bound to happen...But still...mom and dad should have known better than to send me to an island to go to school....they know how I am in heat," she said to herself. Indeed. Heat was both a sedative and, in the right setting, an aphrodisiac for the pink haired girl. She couldn't get enough enough of being wrapped up snuggly in something warm like a blanket. Doing a few more stretches, she decided to go find a stream or a little pond to splash some cool water on her face to wake her up, running past the ancient oak in which sat Crush....

Crush felt more at home in hot wheather than anything else, he loved fire above all, its raw intensity, which no one could truely tame. He felt like fire in this place, nothing really could stop him once he got burning. He smirked at this thought, at being the top of his proverbial food-chain. Hearing foot-steps, Crush looked down in time to see something pink flash by. He grinned. "First victim, I'll think I'll time myself..." He dropped down a few branches, to the point where he could see the girl, jogging ahead. He watched her tight ass moving with each step she took. God-Damn.

Two tendrils emerged from the side of his stomach, one on either side. In his sitting position, he stretched them far ahead, a good shot at her ankles. Nine times out of Ten, this got the bitch on the ground and confused.

"One..two..three..." he figured he wouldn't really exhert himself, she seemed nieve enough of everything else.

Seph ran, unaware of anything untowar happening around her. She kept a good eye out in front and generally around her as she jogged about to find herself a nice cool stream before she fell asleep again. She hopped over fallen logs and skipped merrily over places where knew some small animals had burrowed into, kicking up dirt and dust as she did. When the two tendrils had come to try and trip her up, she had jumped them, so they missed her. If Crush cared to try again, she continually dodged them entirely or had hopped up just in time, smiling happily in ignorance.

He grinned. "Four..." His grin faded however, as she jumped up, and even kicked up some dirt onto his tendrils. And as she jogged ahead, he found he was out of range. He smiled weakly at this. "Well, unlucky for me I guess.." Though, Crush wasn't one to give up quite so easily, not after getting a glimpse at an ass like that. He stood up and spread his wings, looking down at her as she jogged ahead.

Well..here's try two.. He flapped his wings a few times and jumped. Soon enough he was gliding ten feet in the air, she had a good lead on him. He flapped his wings quietly, he wanted to catch her off-gaurd. He could have just ran up and probably grabbed her, but he was against that, it didn't show creativity, and his own arrogance wouldn't allow such a bland capture. He always had to have something to brag about for each girl.

He flapped ahead and smirked, she was pretty close, he could swoop in pretty easily from behind. Admitted, it wasn't outlandishly creative, but it was better than nothing. So he flapped his wings as well as he could whilst being quiet, and streaked ahead, straight for her. He could almost smell the soap she had used that morning...

And what a cute little bunny butt, she had. The girl could have passed for a playboy bunny with the way it wiggled pleasantly in her tight pink shorts. All she was missing was the bodysuit with the cotton tail, rabbit ears (which she possessed in a form of a hat she wasn't wearing at the moment) and cufflinks. She would have worn a pink bodysuit as it seemed to fit her coloring very nicely.

The girl was faltering though, becoming slightly sluggish in the heat of the day. She had a bit of a problem moving one leg in front of the other and for anyone chasing her, this wouldn't seem a problem. But then, she felt a small breeze on her back (made by silently flapping wings of a certain demonic presence she was still oblivious to) and got a second wind, refreshed by the coolness beating down on her. She sped up.

The extra speed, of course, would not let her outrun Crush and he was certainly near her. Almost enough to take her in his grasp. However, she miscalculated as she made to hop over a particularly large log, which left her making a face plant in the dirt below.

He almost had her! Well damn, he would have had her, if he had went for her with his tendrils, he hadn't had the tact to do something smart like that though. He shot forward, ahead of her as she tripped over a log, landing into the dirt as he passed right over her. He looked down with a look of shock on his face, right before he dove headfirst into several rows of thorn bush.

It actually hurt to some extent, and he almost yelled. Then he slammed two hands over his mouth, to avoid giving his position away. A tear formed in the corner of his eye from the pain as he sat, well hidden in the thorny bush. He sat as still as he could possibly sit, which was hard with all the thorns digging their way into his ass, his poor tail felt like it had been scrubbed with razor-wire.

Watching, his red eyes peering through the bush, he actually got a good look at this girl. And dear Satan, was she fine.. He was practically drooling over the heart on her cheek as she brushed herself off, how he would like to break that little heart of hers. Her face was adorable, he would skull-fuck the shit out of her. Her body was nothing to spit at either, a firm looking, deliciously squeezable chest, her tight stomach, those slender legs... Then he got another good look at her ass as she jogged away. He waited about 120 seconds before getting up, as he walked ahead, he calmly picked thorns out of his arms, legs, tail. Thankfully he had covered his crotch, like he always did in those sort of situations.

He re-lit the cigarette and took a long drag, then put it back behind his ear, he had been planning on saving it untill he was done banging that bitch, he needed some now though. He collected his thoughts.Okay...try three. He spread his wings and started for her most likely destination, a nearby waterfall. All the girls came out to gawk at it, as if it was a big deal or something. Setting a trap before she got there, that would probably work...

He dropped down by the waterfall about 5 minutes later, his minor cuts and scrapes not healing right away like they usually did, for some odd reason, maybe today wasn't his lucky day... He shook the idea off and started setting up his trap. When he was done, he was pretty proud of himself, he had made a net trap out of strong vines, luckily, (for once) there was some trip-wire in the bushes. They really make it too easy, though..theres something about this chick.. He shook the idea, finished covering the trap with leaves and made sure the trip-wire was taut. Then, he settled into a bush (this time a normal bush, and of his own perogative) and waited.

Seph thought she had heard something rustling ahead of her in some thorn bushes, but brushed it off as some unlucky animal getting stuck in them. She contemplated helping it out as she got up from her face plant, brushing her clothes and face off as she did. But it seemed to have gotten itself free as she could no longer hear it. Shrugging her shoulders, she was off again.

The girl knew there was a waterfall nearby and that if she made good time, she would be able to get there in time, take a quick dip and then get on back to the dorms for dinner and bed. Tomorrow she would deal with getting yelled at by her teachers for skipping classes again. It wasn't her fault though, but it was hard to explain her rather special condition.

It took her a total of fifteen minutes to get where she wanted to. As the trap was set it was rathe predictable to find the girl literally tripping on the trip-wire as she had with the log earlier. But something was off when she fell and the net that should have caught her, didn't. Shaking her head and cursing her clumsiness, she got up and headed over to the water, the trap springing belated a few seconds after she had left.

Crush grinned at her approach, he was on top this time, he was done being made a fool of by this girl with pink hair. After she was caught, he would walk out and start laughing at her, start making fun and telling her exactly how he would take advantage of her. Maybe even threaten her alittle, hell, she had avoided him twice already, and that pissed him off, why not take it out on her? All these thoughts spun through his head as he gleefully watched her trip over the wire.

His eyes flicked to the wire rig he had set up. It was almost magical, the way the thin vine that led up to the strong vine binding the trees together hadn't broken yet, even with all the strain on the trip-wire... He watched, in a dull state of horror as she got up and walked away. He burst out from the bushes once she had rounded the corner, and studied the trip-wire.

In that few seconds, the trap went off. He remained in the trap for a few moments, furious. Then he unsheathed his claws, sliced through the net, and landed on his feet. Oh...she was done alright.. Crush looked to his right, his tail (being useful for once) snatched up a rabbit and held it tightly. Crush smiled at the rabbit. "Hey buddy." The demon darted ahead, off of the path, out of sight. He came up to the edge of the forest, the waterfall in view. All girls love bunnies, so a bunny in peril is great bait. Try number four.

He saw her come out into the clearing and effectively kept himself hidden, watching as she looked at the waterfall. He took a good look at the rabbit, then calmly threw it into the water. It began to writhe in the water, shrieking, then it started to sink. I'll get her while she tries to save the lousy rabbit.

Persephone was a bit of a misnomer. Her mother had named her this, because her daughter had looked so innocent and beautiful much like the Greek goddess of spring and renewal (who had been kidnapped by the king of the underowlrd himself and subsequently raped, but her mother had been too romantic to remember at the time). However the girl wasn't as innocent as her cute, adorable heart adorned face would lead one to believe. In fact, she had an inner fire that could make a demon jealous at times...

"What the fuck?! Who the hell tossed that rabbit in there?!"

And a dirty mouth that could make a sailor blush at times.

Somehow, a rabbit had hopped so high it had ended up flying right into the water at the based of the waterfall. She watched in horror as the poor thing went under and she made to go, but miraculously it rose back up out of the water....on the head of a hippo? The pink haired girl blinked her wide blue eyes in confusion as the large grey animal waved its ears and then slowly began to walk out of the pool, the rabbit lying--alive--on its head. She watched as the animal carried the little fluffball away into the forest.

She blinked.

"The hell?" She knew that people often found strange animals on the island, but that hippo took the cake. Shaking her head, she wondered what else lurked in the water as she kneeled by the edge and splashed her face.

"Oh, that's lovely," she said softly to herself. She fancied going for a swim then, standing up and taking her shirt and shorts off, revealing a surprisingly red bikini underneath. Hey, if she was going to live on an island for a while, it called for wearing a swimsuit under her clothes. It was a perfectly logical thing to do.

He grinned as she cursed, apparently not quite as inncocent as she looked. The demons trained eye caught that she was tensing her leg muscles, leaning forward, as if to dive in. There she goes......but...she didn't go. Instead, the two, prey and predator, both watched, as a mother-loving hippo came up to the surface, the rabbit strewn across the animals head, looking chipper, if alittle wet. Crush's jaw hung agape at the sight. A...a hippo? He scratched his head, could a hippo even live out here? He stopped looking at everything from a logical point of view, and simply took it at face value. Okay, so basically, that hippo just cock-blocked me.. That only made him angry though. He looked up and noticed that the girl was taking her shirt off. He grinned, even though he was angry. Skinny-dipping, eh? His grin became less pronounced as he noticed the bathing suit. A bathing suit as underwear? Well of course, it would break the flow of events if something were to go his way today.

Still, he was able to admire her from afar, in his bush, he really got a good look at her now. The pink hair was would make you think she was Japanese, crazy hair was something they did quite well. However, she was caucasian. She seemed pretty...well..unaware of everything. Hell, most people would have figured out they were being tracked by now, or at least noticed something odd and headed home. Then again, he would have caught, raped, or killed most people by now.

He cocked his head as she settled into the water, he stared hard at her, looking at her aura. His confusion increased. Her aura was a ty-dye of pink and red? He had never seen that before, he watched as the colors faded together and drifted around each other. The auras shape wasn't quite right either...it was... He looked harder, details were so hard to make out when he did this. It was...rounder...and.. he raised an eyebrow. Bunny ears? He blinked. Her aura is a big pink rabbit? (Crush looks to the reader and shakes his head.) Well...if I can't scare her using something real.. He held his hands out in front of him. How about an illusion?...Okay..try five pushing his hands into the earth, they started to glow as he pushed the demonic energies through his hands and into the ground. "Metrear...Octupicis...Sazbist" he whispered, a seal took form in the dirt, he grinned, then looked up to where it should be 'summoned', okay, right in the water.

For a moment, all was quiet, you could still hear the faint trudging of the hippo, the waterfall roared, but with a background intensity that you could easily get used to. The water started to swirl in a small-whirlpool, something curious at first, soon it began to grow larger, and look more threatening. He grinned as she leaned forward, getting a good look. Something trembled beneath her, then, sprouting out of the water like a gaint jack-in-the-box, an ogre, around 16 feet tall, emerged from the water, its gaint fists breaking through the glass of the water. It stood there, water falling off of its massive form as it looked around, then itlooked down at her. He was an ugly bastard, his eyes were yellow, the skin around them cracked and dead, his skin-tone was a silver-grey, with green and yellow patches of disease, most notably one large crusty green patch on its head. The ogre grinned, revealing disgusting yellow teeth, huge black plaque stains were etched into the jagged teeth, and as the beast exhaled, its breath was like the smell of rotting meat and thousands of skunks. As it stood in the water, looking the girl over, down below, its penis started to extend and widen, it grinned again as it reached out a mammoth hand, as if to grab her.

Crush laughed to himself as he added the penis bit, that would send her running in the opposite direction...which was quite close, he could swing his tail around and trip her, and that would be the end of it. It was a very realistic illusion, he decided that he had out-done himself. He tensed his tail and made-ready.

Seph settled into the water, shivering a bit as the cool water woke her up from her sleepy stupor fully. She cupped some water and splashed herself with it. The dull roar of the waterfall, as well as other sounds of nature, played around her, lulling any normal person into sleep, but revitalizing her. This was where it was at and Seph felt like she could take anything on as long as she had this wonderful peace...

Which didn't feel like lasting long. She frowned as the water started to swirl and she watched apprehensively as it grew larger and larger. She growled. She certainly had had a string of bad luck that day. And now this! Having had a good look at the whirpool that threatened to pull her in if she wasn't careful, she made to get out of the water, but stopped as something very large emerged from the depths. It was one hell of an ugly mofo, which would have taken her easily--and its breath! Gods, it stunk. She brought a hand to her nose, pinching it closed as she waved the air in front of her.

She was, of course, frightened of the thing (it was a friggin' 16 foot ogre for crying out loud), but when she saw that it got a hard-on, well...She sort of snapped. When its humungous hand reached out for her, she slapped it away, surprising the illusion and most likely the person who had created it. She stared the thing down, hard, as a rant was forthcoming.

"Oh, hell no! No way! Nuh-uh! Niet! Not happening!" she yelled at it with a ferocity of a thousand white hot suns. "You are not going to do what I think you're going to do. The first time I come to this school I end up in a sex marathon with a bloody blob, then I get played with by some weirdass merman thing in a cave, get seduced by a tentacle monster, almost eaten alive by some hugeass super deformed chibi creature and then molested by my biology tutor who's really an alien! And I have a date with the blob again, most likely, every time I go to the friggin' beach. I am bloody tired of getting sexed up at every corner. Now you will sit down and behave or I WILL GODDAMN NEUTER YOU!"

Somehow, she had cajoled the ogre who did as it was told, rather confused and scared of the pink haired girl. She glared, satisfied that she had been heard.

"That's what I thought," she snarled, moving to the bank so she could get out of the water. The mood for swimming was perfectly ruined for her so shw grabbed her clothes and shoes and started back for the forest, grumbling.

Crush found that his mouth was agape once again. Though, he had very well right to be shocked, an illusion with very little intellegence of its own had just been told down. By a very small girl, pink hair, and a tattoo of a heart on her cheek. It was like a bad dream, the ogre sat down, and after that, every time he tried to move the illusion he would get nothing from the ogre, and a No like!! Scary lady!! buzzing in his head. It was a real shame that these stupid illusions weren't completely under his control, he wasn't quite as proficient at the art as he should have been, but damn... For a big-ass ogre such as that, to get put in check by that small. She was firey though, he could have sworn that her mockery of an aura had turned red while she verbally assaulted his little puppet.

Hearing all that had happened to her, he could almost name the usual gang of idiots, he would run into them every now and then. And it was usually awkward, none of them seemed the type that he would settle down and have a drink with...though, he usually couldn't exactly speak to them eye to eye, he could barely speak to some of them. Now he was starting to go back over what she had said as she angrily stomped off, in the opposite direction of course. Hell, today was nothing but bad end after bad end. First it had seemed normal, now it was starting to seriously get under his skin. What the hell could he do? How many more tricks did he have up his sleeve?

He went over them in his head, there were a few ideas that he had left, at some points, being able to plan so many courses of action for once, rather than just getting the bitch on the first try...it was kind of refreshing. Though, he felt like he had been refreshed enough for one day, a few more courses of action, if they didn't work, he would fuck his image for that sake of fucking her. In part because of that adorable British accent, with a slight Canadian twang.

He stood up from his hiding spot, realized that his ogre wasCrying, and ashamedly banished the beast away with a puff of smoke. He wasn't going to let some happy-go-lucky chick with an odd connection to rabbits and a slight personality issue best him, no way in hell, on earth, or anywhere else. He had always won to some extent, only once had he ever lost the game he played... Crush looked down, thoughtfully at his scar. It had been fading faster and faster over the years. Now it was a slowly shrinking white line, he traced it for a moment, then regained his composure. He looked up, tapped the cig behind his ear, and opened his wings. "Here goes nothing.." He jumped forward and took off ahead, gaining enough altitude to simply glide ahead. It was hot out, staying up wasn't all too hard.

He settled in a leafy tree and looked down to the path, his wings extending, then slowly folding behind him. He shook them slightly and got a satisfying crack, he let out a sigh, the first time he had felt good since he had left his oak tree. In retropsect, letting her go by probably would have been a better option, even though she looked very fun to rape. The happy ones had always been more fun, simply being able to wipe the smug look off their face and replace it with pain, or complete terror, or even sexual abandon, a glazed look in their eyes as they gave up everything and simply allowed it. It made him smile during his passive moments.

He looked down, he could sense her nearing, she was the only real animal that he could feel such a wide variety of emotions at once. He felt some leftover anger, pride, and some general annoyance. He nodded. That should be her. Now what to do first? He paused, well, he had just done an illusion to scare her away, so maybe an illusion to draw her in would work.. He quickly whispered a few words and pressed his hands into the trunk of the tree. The seal appeared, Crush looked down to the ground. And a handsome young man rose up from the ground. During the last few seconds, he edited the man's appearance, gave him a few cuts, took his shirt off and had it wrapped around the man's arm. The shirt turned slightly red with a bloodstain, the man's hair was frazzled, and he tore his pants slightly.

Now, sitting up in the tree, he took a final look at his lure and grinned, pathetic looking, but handsome. He felt somewhat odd though, the illusion was an exact copy of him...back when he had been mortal, so many years ago.. Crush, sans the wings, tail, crimson eyes, crimson skin, horns, sharp teeth, claws and some muscle mass, that was his lure. He wondered if as a human, he still had what it took to seduce a girl. As his prey approached, Crush had the illusion start to look around, bewilderd. He had a torn map pop-up in his lure's hands, to add to the 'lost dude' look. Then she had rounded the corner, and it was showtime.

Try six, lets fish.. He smirked.

What he did not realize was that something had already attached itself to the girl, something from the waterfall's shallow banks. It was a leech and particularly large one indiginous to the planet and well known for treading so softly you wouldn't feel them slither on you until it was too late. Like all leeches, it thirsted for one thing: blood. And as it was on the girl's back, it couldn't get to a good source of it to clamp onto and to suck on.

The girl walked along innocently enough, having finally calmed down from telling off the ogre. Now that she was thinking straight she was surprised at her own audacity, although if the sounds of the thing crying in the distance was anything to tell from, she was glad she had done it. If she had to be raped by something, she refused to be taken down by such a big wimp. Why couldn't she just get seduced by a plain ole guy? Whatever happened to every day rapes that you heard about on the six o'clock news? She sighed and the leech crawled further up.

As she was about to round a corner it finally made its sinister way towards her neck. Baring its tiny needle-like teeth where it would pull in her blood and store it in its sacs, it sank its teeth into her, causing the girl to start panicking just as Crush's former human self came into view. Too bad her eyes had been closed as she readied herself to scream bloody murder and bowled him over as she ran like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to dislodge the black blob sucking on her like some grotesque mini vampire.

Crush's poor new summon had bene trampled and rather worse for wear as the girl ran away until she colapsed onto the ground, so terrified of the leech draining her blood little by little. So, in the end, what got her were not his great plans of capture, but a leech the pink haired girl had failed to see. She cried as she laid there, shivering. She wasn't paralyzed or anything, but she was deathly afraid of these blood suckers and this one was HUGE. Easily as big as both of her hands. She closed her eyes and hoped someone would take it off of her--she would have done anything to get it off.

Watching, this time slightly apathetic to the whole situation, as every attempt he had made so far had been shot down, Crush was barely surprised as she came running by, knocking his lure to the side and trampling him quite effectively. He rolled his eyes and banished the self-portrait, it wasn't bad ass enough to be him anyways. He shrugged and decided it was time to forget about it, he would be at it all night if things didn't change. He dropped down from his tree to the ground, brushed himself off, and started away.

"AHHH, HELP!!" he turned his head, and there was the girl, his prey for the past fourty-five minutes, kneeling and calling out for help. He looked on apathetically, pinched himself, and waited. Nope, he was awake. He jogged over to her and really wanted to start laughing, or say something. He didn't though, that leech was unbecoming on her young neck anyway. He reached out, gripped it tightly, and swiped his other hand underneath it, knocking the leech away. He looked at it and smiled, paracites and predators really work well together, eh? He let the leech off, unharmed, as a thanks for its help. Though, it would die soon in the heat anyways.

He reached forward and pulled the girl up, so they were standing there, staring at each other. His hand was hot, all of his his skin was always hot due to his body temperature, which was upward of 200 degrees. He looked her over. "You alright?" he asked, almost concerned. He felt like he knew her well enough, after stalking her for a good deal of time.

(I'll catch you tomorrow, I wish I could continue it right now. Work says no.)