The Fangs of the Slums:

(Beware: Violence, Sexual Acts & Inappropriate Language)

High above the clear night sky, the stars and the moon ruled above the glittering tropical ghettos and slums below. The area is active with all sorts of people getting through, whether they are heading home from work safely or to spend these dark hours clubbing it away. Palm trees sway gently in the air. The streets radiating a boiling hazard that is being kept simmered down by patrolling police cars, with hardened veterans that watched these streets. For all the peril that appeared on the surface of this district, it was but the tip of the iceberg.

The moon and stars didn’t look to budge for the encroaching sun anytime soon. They were going to be staying for a while, for the night hasn’t truly started. A young group of friends exited a rowdy bar, several drinks in and happily drunk. They were all roughly in the early twenties, filled with vigour, all dressed to party and look good in a rather casual manner. They were walking away hungry for more than what’s been probably provided.

“Come on, we can’t head on the home yet!” complains one of them.

He’s a skinny guy dressed in a rock-band t-shirt, denim jeans and sneakers. Tawny tanned skin with short brown chestnut hair.

“For once I agree with Francisco. The music is shit, drinks are terrible and way too over-priced! How much was it for a coke and whiskey?” criticises another.

She’s dressed up in a black laced crop top with a matching mini skirt and a pair of heels. Walnut brown skin with curly black hair, with a pear-shaped figure.

“True, I’m with Clara on this. Food sucks here too. There has to be better placed somewhere?” nodding in agreement asks another.

A stocky and plump fellow, wearing a buttoned plaid shirt, ripped grey jeans and leather boots. Copper brown skin, bald with a trimmed neat black beard.

“Let’s walk for a bit and see what we can find.” announces another person of the group.

He’s a fit man, with a plain fit-forming black shirt and jeans, red slip-on shoes. Short black wavy hair with caramel skin. He’s got an arm with a petite girl, with a buttoned shirt tucked in denim shorts, wrapped around her waist is a varsity jacket. She has clay brown skin with long straight black hair to her ribs.

“Seem’s like a good idea, let’s just stay together it is pretty late.” chimes in the last member of the group.

They all nod in agreement and walk through the glowing lamp-lit streets of this city. They hop from one bar to the next, hoping to find the next hub to party away the night. Yet after leaving the last joint, they are simply disappointed, just about ready to agree to give-up for the night. Till a sudden twist changes their minds.

“Does anyone hear that?” asks the petite girl, looking around as if searching for something.

“What are you talking about Paola? Can’t really hear much, after that last song.” mentions the buff one, as he picks at his ear.

“No seriously, Manuel… that way!” leads Paola, the petite girl, as she follows this musical beat of the guitar luring them in.

She leads them through blocks and turns of the ghetto, till they all arrive at a street corner. They find a street corner of where a medium-size group is watching a duo perform towards them. They are a pair of gorgeous twins playing these dark oak guitars. Tall, slender with golden tanned skin and shaggy smoky hair that hid their eyes.

The group and the enamoured crowd watch the twins, play so deftly and clearly that it seemed as if out of a stereo. Everyone watches enraptured for the whole performance, then they finish and the crowd erupts in joy. Some depart, shouting compliments while others come closer to talk with these handsome twin musicians. The group comes closer to the twins, who humour these smitten audience members. Then one of the twins speaks up, and the crowd goes silent.

“Well I’m so glad all of you had such a wonderful time with us.” flatters one of the twins. “The two of us, are heading towards just a big party around here. We were thinking if any of you would be interested to come along?” concludes the same twin, throwing the question casually into the air.

Everyone eagerly calls out to ask to come with them. Flustered and nervous as they practically beg to come with them. As if their lives depend on it, starving for their attention.

“I’m so glad! Everyone here is so utterly enthralled to come with us,” gushed the other twin, as they lean back hiding from their adoring fans.

“Well let’s just clean up here, and we can all head to the party together. I hope we can have a beautiful time together.” announces the first twin, as the two clean up from their performance.

“Guys, come here,” calls out Francisco as he brings them into a huddle, a bit further from the audience and the musicians. “I say we head with them, there’s no way that they are heading to a boring-ass party.”

“I’m fucking hooked with these guys! I want to go wherever they are going because they are sure as hell know a great party around here,” comments Clara, as she gazes at the musicians.

The group heads closer to the musicians joining with the anxiously waiting crowd. The musicians get their things together and the more confident twin calls out for everyone’s attention.

“Follow us and we shall lead you to the best night you’ll ever experience!” roars the confident twin.

The audience cheers back, as they all walk with them deeper into the depths of the city.

The bold twin leads the majority of the crowd, hyping the party and flirting with the other audience members. As for the bashful twin, is surrounded by only a few of the audience. He speaks softly to those attracted to his sweet introverted charm, he’s joined along with the wandering friend group. They hang around him captivated by his pleasant persona.

“I’m quite happy you all coming with us. We weren’t just expecting such a turn-out to come with us,” chuckles the timid twin.

“We were quite surprised ourselves, my girl here heard you quite a distance. Very happy she leads us to you here.” remarks the boyfriend, as he squeezes Paola’s hands.

“Ay, Guillermo! It was just a chance that we’ve found you!” Paola flutters nervously.

The twin smiles as he carries this guitar-case effortlessly across his back. He walks just a couple of paces behind his twin and his group. The group of friends surround him as a lot of them, continue on in their journey.

“Where are we going? What kind of party are we expecting at?” asks Francisco as he looks around him, feeling himself the surroundings to be unfamiliar.

“Don’t worry, it ain’t too far from where we going. By the end of it all, you can say you’ll be quite… drained.” the twin humours Francisco’s worries.

“Anything else that will be at the party? Because we’ve been disappointed by several places here.” scoffs Clara, remembering the awful spots they went through.

“Ohhh well we’re sorry that you’ve had such a bad time,” as he puts a comforting arm around Clara and comes closer with a smile that will improve the worst of moods. “I promise you that this place will be beyond your expectations.”

Clara blushes and huddles closer to the twin, holding to his arm. Everyone begins to feel comfortable around these handsome musicians, trusting them as if friends. The twins lead them to their true destination, for a festivity they’ve been dying to experience. After a bit of walking, they feel their surroundings begin to vibrate and rumble.

“We’re getting close now. So get ready for the time of your life!” calls out the leading twin.

He hypes his crowds more, explaining to them that the rumblings are the sound-systems playing to the max. He speaks of the pits and dance floors in this establishment to fit a huge crowd for the hundreds. Open bars for all with enough alcohol to last years and of the best of qualities. He details spots, that will satisfy all their needs to get the blood pumping. The crowd is thrilled ready for the party of their lives.

In just a few moments they arrive at their destination. A giant warehouse with party lights blazing out of the windows and music the booming from within that the concrete foundations tremble from it. The twins lead them to the entrance of this party at a metal gate, they find a group of hooded and oddly masked figures guarding the gates to the crowd’s desire. They wore these terrifying half masks of monstrous fanged mouths. One of them approaches the group, their eyes seem to glow even under their dark hood.

“Excuse me… Clara is it?” asks the twin as he gently parts from Clara.

“Yes, yes it is. Where are you off to? What’s going on?” Clara shuffles to her friends and looks at him as if simply entranced by this man.

“Don’t you worry, it’s just a precaution to be safe is all. I’ll just need to talk to them, and we can all party together, wouldn’t that be fun?” asks the twin.

“That would be fun, yeah…” Clara looks to him mesmerised, as she shifts apart from the group.

The shyest twin departs from the group and talks to one of the guards in hushed tones. The other twin keeps the group together, as everyone feverishly waits to get in. The two discuss in hushed whispers as the guard looks back at the crowd but then peers at the group of friends. They then just nod slowly as if understanding a hidden agenda.

The guard does a hand motion and heads back to the hooded group. They watch the now cheering crowd rush in towards the party. The group of friends were about to head with them, just as excited, yet the twins step between them.

“Hey man! What’s the issue?” Francisco cries out.

“Oh no! Sure we want you to come in, enjoy everything. But after you told us your experience, and all the effort you put in…” comforts the confident twin towards the group.

“And we believe that after all you’ve gone through, you deserve so much better.” the shy twin approaches towards back to the friends and especially to Clara, with the same sweet smile.

“Well…” giggles Clara, “We can’t just obviously refuse, this offer!” gushes as she snuggles closer towards the twin.

The friends nod along, their irritation appears and then disappears like a drop of water on a blazing day. The twins surround and lead them deeper into the grand warehouse.

“We haven’t caught your name before, who are you both?” asks Clara curling up closer to him.

“My name is Isandro, my more… distinctive brother is Leonardo.” introduces the two twins with now big striking smiles.

They pass by large rooms as different groups party the night away. They go through long dance-floors filled with mobs worth of people, dancing and jumping. The DJs and musicians that play at their sound systems and booths, duel for the attention of the masses. As artists of all kinds sing, rap and play their talents to bestow rapture to the people.

The group follows the twins deeper into the grand party of this establishment. They watch the debauchery and festivity around them, the ambience drawing the friends toward them. However, the twins guide them through the warehouse and into a packed room.

The room is filled with numerous captivating packs of people in beautiful fashions. Some of them are surrounding individuals of truly outstanding beauty, that is at the centre of all attention. The group of friends watch the party and are just enamoured by the celebrations. They come closer and are welcomed by the twins to this outrageous event.

“We believe that this,” motions Leonardo to the whole room with a big smile.

“Is what you truly deserve to enjoy.”

“We are honoured and thank you so much!” Guillermo gasps in astonishment at what his friends and he have been offered.

They are led to this group of attractive individuals at the corner sitting on lavish couches and seats. A couple of meters away was a dance floor filled with people and a stage with a band providing tonight’s entertainment. There is a luxurious bar attended by elegant attendants, serving the on-goers as they drink and dance.

The friends head to them and watch as these persons celebrate the party. Each of them radiates an essence that attracts some of the friends to each of these mysterious individuals. Clara is hooked and stays with Isandro and his brother, just enchanted by these gorgeous twins. But the rest are tugged gently closer like sailors to a siren’s song.

One is a broad-shouldered and muscular figure. Dressed in tight black jeans, dark brown desert boots, an unbuttoned white shirt revealing a hunky physique with scars and tattoos. He is on a wide sofa with two girls scantily clad close to him, as he laughs heartily and with a big toothy sharks grin. He has wild and wavy black hair, bright amber eyes and shining bronze skin.

Another is a young woman with a beautiful goth party dress, with various details complimenting darker shades of reds and purples. Her face is artistically painted over of a skull-face in a colourful Calavera style, to stand out from her starless black outfit. She has these long curls of black hair that frame her, scarlet plump lips and bright hazel eyes. She’s a small curvaceous woman with honey tanned skin. She has a wine glass as she sips a red thick liquid and eyes the incoming friends.

There is one, another young woman who is simply swaying to the music and watching the dance floor. She has a slim and fit physique, blazing fiery tanned skin, short raven black hair in a pompadour style and eyes of candy red. She wears a punk-rock outfit with a crop-top of a heavy-metal band, a spiked leather jacket, ripped jeans and black rocker boots. She’s in the centre on a large sofa surrounded by a few similar individuals in the same fashion sitting together. She then eyes the friend group with an intrigued look.

Finally, a woman sits properly with an elegant posture at her big sofa chair. She is dressed in a fine silky formal dress suit, in dark navy colours. Tall and slender with a domineering presence, she has copper skin, straight smokey walnut hair with a fringe and piercing onyx black eyes. Just close behind her, is a towering muscle-bound figure in a matching suit, still as a statue as it watches the crowd, a giant with oddly greyish skin. She holds a champagne glass, with the same thick red liquid as she sips it and intently watches the friend group.

The group of friends sit around in a few sofa chairs but watch everything around them astonished at the room. The twins get their sofa as their guitar cases are taken away by an attentive staff member. Clara sits between them as she has one hand playing with Isandro’s hair and another on Leonardo’s lap.

“This is quite a party you got here, how did you get this all set up?” Francisco looks to the dance floor and bar astonished at it all.

“It was quite an endeavour of simply find the right place to simply host it.” as the stern woman sips her drink and motions her hand to the room.

“All of it was a group effort of sorts to get everything just right…” says the punk-girl as she approaches Francisco, “I see that the twins brought you here. What do you think of the effort we put in, into setting all this up?”

“This is the best rave, we’ve gotten in!”, Francisco smiles and nods vigorously.

“Well, how about you come dance with me? Let’s enjoy this party as it should.” smirks the punk girl as she gives a hand to Francisco.

Francisco takes it and looks captivated by her, as she leads him to the dance floor. Her particular gang of punk rebels go with her and head to the dance floor.

“What’s your name?” Francisco looks at her enraptured.

“I’m Emilia, and I’ve been starving for some fun.” as she gets close to him and purrs into his ear. Francisco feels an ecstatic shiver crawl up his spine and his smile grows, as the two now dance.

The friends watch them head to the dance floor and start to come closer to the other group.

“Well it seems our friends are having a great time,” remarks Guillermo with a joyful smile.

“Yeah, Emilia has been just anxious to have some fun, tonight. Hungry for it!” snickers the rugged stranger.

“Well let’s just see how she chews this one down. But she certainly won’t be as messy as you Umberto.” interjects the somberly dressed stranger as she sips her drink.

The stern lady guffaws at the remark as for the burly one scowls at them both.

“You know what? Let’s see how tonight goes, the night still young,” growls Umberto, the muscular stud.

“I vouch for Umberto, the night still young. Let’s see what happens next with what we got,” announces Isandro as he nestles closer to Clara’s neck.

“And Genoveva is in definite need to unwind from all of us. Muscles so tense that not even a diamond can cut.” Leonardo side-eyes the domineering stranger, Genoveva.

Genoveva glares at him and frowns with a look that could stop a heart dead in its track. She then relaxes and looks to Manuel who’s been looking at the bar, thinking of what to get.

“You, big man.”

Manuel looks confused and points to himself.

“Obviously,” she finishes her drink in one gulp that gets a cheer from Umberto. “Would you kindly get me another drink?”

“Yes. Another, drink. Sure.”

Her eyes shimmer from the phrase and Manuel, then as if by command does as she says. The couple freaks out a bit, but Genoveva shrugs with a smug smile.

“That was weird?” Paola laughs nervously as she watches Manuel almost robotically get Genoveva’s drink.

“Don’t you worry about him, he’s just being… a gentleman.” Genoveva swishes her hair with a graceful motion of her hand, non-plussed by it.

“Sweetie, don’t you worry about it, she just has that trick of feminine charm to her side.” Umberto eases the couple as he approaches them.

He departs from the two girls who sigh and cry for him to come back. Yet just as he departs, the goth stranger goes between and simply forget about him and focus on her. As if distracting a group of children with a new toy to focus on.

Umberto with a nonchalant smile puts an arm around them both. Paola and Guillermo just suddenly feel warmly comforted in Umberto’s presence that the two simply relax. Without a single worry or issue to even think of.

“Well let’s forget about them, we’re all here to have fun, so let’s have fun!” Umberto cheers between them and they cheer back feeling the same excitement.

“So how about it Lola, we share?”

Lola, the petite goth, finishes her glass and grabs the hands of the two girls. Leading them to him as the two just stand close staring each other down.

“Finish what you got,” Lola motions to the two girls with big dotting eyes, as they look to Umberto.

“And perhaps we can share with these two, later.”

Umberto gives her just a huge hungry smile, almost animalistic.

“Share what?” Guillermo curiously looks at them.

“Oh just some nice drinks, that we just couldn’t keep to ourselves.” Umberto turns to him with that same alluring smile.

“Go get a room please, and don’t play so out in the open!” Genoveva calls out in disgust, as Manuel passes her another champagne glass with the same red liquid. Standing motionless and waiting for her command.

“Will you join us later?” asks Umberto as he looks to the rest of the gang.

“I’ll join you later, I’m going to play with this lovely man right here,” Genoveva grins as she bites her lower lip, as she looks hungrily to the broad-shouldered Manuel.

As for Isandro and Clara, the two are passionately making out. Leonardo simply watches with a grin the two as he has his hand between Clara's legs. A slight moan escapes from her as she grabs them and brings the two handsome twins closer.

“Give us a few minutes and we’ll be right with you.” Leonardo winks, as Clara moans in short erotic breaths.

Umberto rolls his eyes and leads the couple away from the uproar of the dance floor. Lola follows with the other two smitten girls at her side. The shadow behind, Umberto and Guillermo are chatting together enthusiastically, as Paola looks around them. They begin to pass through several other darker rooms, Paola tries to peer into these gloomy rooms, figuring out what’s happening in there.

However, Umberto whisks her away, from investigating further and leads them all into a private lush red room. With thick red curtains, velvet crimson sofas and seats, with a black carpet underneath them.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe I’ve made a promise to these lovely girls.” Umberto smiles and grabs the two girls who have now become super giddy. He leads them away, leaving the couple with Lola who simply rolls her eyes at this.

“Excuse that animal. But once he’s done, we’ll all be able to have some fun.” Lola walks around as she finds a drink cupboard of several liquors.

“Please drink! Give my friend a while, but enjoy yourselves.” she motions to the drinks.

“Well if you insist,” Guillermo accepts and grabs a bottle of champagne.

“Are we allowed to?” asks Paola worried about taking anything.

“Open bar, please enjoy yourselves,” says Lola, as she grabs two glasses for them.

The couple begins to drink, drink and drink. Not simply just finishing one bottle together but three. The couple is beyond drunk but smashed beyond belief. Lola simply watches these two lovebirds, get drunk and act all cute together.

After quite a bit of drinking, drunk kisses and boozy flirts. Everyone else arrives.

First is Emilia with Francisco who looks all sweaty but bursting with energy. Then is the twins with a rather roused up Clara, looking dazed and love-struck. Then is Genoveva with Manuel following behind her like a pup, with a leash around his neck as they are accompanied by the same towering guard. Finally, Umberto comes out without his shirt, revealing his muscular form, his lips red, a grin from ear to ear and hungry eyes.

“Lola I think we are all…” Umberto looks around and sees the glowing eyes like starved beasts, “Ready?”

Lola goes to Guillermo who looks in absolute ignorant bliss, drunk and in love. Then in a swift motion of her hand, Guillermo suddenly looks perplexed and reaches to his neck. It begins to seep crimson, Lola pulls his head gently back, and the blood sprays out like a garden fountain. It sprinkles onto Paola, who with her drunken stupor hasn’t just registered the horrors of what she’s seeing.

Paola looks around at her friends as if looking back at them confused. Clara and Francisco are too dazed and out of it to react to anything. Manuel watches just blankly, as if in a trance. Paola feels her senses get back and quickly sobers up in this situation. As she gets up, wobbly and covered in the blood of her lover, she sees Lola bites into the wound and suck at Guillermo’s blood.

Genoveva drags Manuel to a corner, she clicks her fingers and her guard passes her a baton. Manuel simply sees her gorgeous smile twist into this maniacal sadistic grin, as she savagely beats him.

Emilia, slams Francisco to the floor, the air smacked out of his chest. She then sits on top of him, where she slams her fists down to his chest like a drum. The cracks and snaps of his ribcage echo in the room, as she sips on the crimson juices off her fingers.

The twins Isandro and Leonardo, take Clara to the large lavish red couch. Isandro behind Clara puts her head to one side exposing her neck, fangs grow from his mouth and he bites into her flesh. She moans and shivers in ecstasy, but Leonardo gets on his knees, parts her legs and bites into her thighs. Her moans grow louder as these two drains the life and euphoria from her.

Paola felt a pair of strong hands grip her shoulders, she turns to Umberto and sees him for he truly is. His smile grew monstrous and animalistic, his teeth long and sharp, and his eyes glow bright with hunger. She struggles out of his grip, rushes out of the room and dashes through the maze-like halls of this party warehouse.

Loud growls rumble down the halls behind her as she fights harder to keep running. She takes several turns, opens other doors to find other exits or places to hide. Only to find an equal amount of carnage similar to where she was. Monsters feeding on people, some in sadistic delight as they laugh over the bloody corpses. She hears claws scrape against the walls and floors rushing closer to her. An animalistic roar rings through the concrete halls, she feels an instinctual fear deep in her bones as if being hunted down in a jungle. She goes on as fast as she could.

The music of the party still plays loudly, unable to be silent, coating the horrible screams and terrified cries. Like powder sugar it covers everything, providing a sweet sugary coating to the bloody nightmares taking place. Not even calls for help can be heard, muffled by the honeyed sounds of the music trumpeting from the speakers.

Tears flow down her cheeks, her breath raspy and heart-racing hard in her chest. After what feels like forever of running, she sees an exit door. The neon green exit radiating hope for her, a hope to live and awaken from this terror. Only a couple metres away, freedom and life just at her fingertips.

But at her fingertips, it will stay.

She feels hot flashes of pain slice at her back. She trips but goes on forward. Another flash of pain, as her heels are cut down. She trips and falls. She crawls closer to the exit.

She feels a giant pressure push her down, stopping her from going any closer. She claws at the floor to dragging herself out. Unsuccessful. She begins to tire, coughing in exhaustion, the adrenalin fading and the pain crawling in to remind her she’s still alive.

“Please… Please…” as she whimpers for mercy. Her face a mess of tears, blood and ruined make-up.

The only response is a growl that causes her bones to tremble. She feels claws rake against her skin, cutting through her clothes and piercing her skin. Her anguish screams roll out through the halls, but only silence answers back. She turns just a bit to peer at the beast on top of her.

A giant feline animal, its mouth huge with fearsome fangs and its fur black with a golden spotted shine. But its eyes, they are the same bright friendly amber eyes of Umberto. Yet they look at her with such cruelty, hungry for her flesh.

The jaws of this beast clamp down on her neck, ripping it like a bandaid. Her neck open to the monster, drinks deeply from it, draining her. Paola’s muscles spasm, and her voice barely a croak to be heard in the cacophony of sounds. Her eyes roll back and her body goes limp. The beast Umberto, drags her body with his maw like a predator with its prized prey. Joins with everyone to finish the feast of the living.

These beautiful, alluring, monstrous and fiendish undead, enjoy the vitality of life. The party rages on, the music blares louder, and the fiends pick out their next meal from this joyous herd. Nobody is the wiser within these dark hours in the ghettos. The unaware and oblivious, are fed into the fangs of the slums.

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