Parasite Dawn Part 3
Angelica hummed to herself as she wandered through the village, the people around her none the wiser to her own ascension. They'd learn soon enough. But not too soon, she had to be smart about this. It needed her to be. The Elders, they were not born when It was first destroyed, they did not know why they were warned away from the forest.
But they remembered the warnings all the same. The superstitions persisted, and if she and Sven, and whoever joined them first were careless, they would be found out. History would repeat. It would burn again, and the villagers wouldn't even know what It was this time.
They had to gift people, one by one, quietly, until there were too many for the rest to resist.
However long that took, Angelica couldn't be too sure. But she was patient. As was It. All the same, she was hunting for her next victim, wondering who should join her next.
Sven had gone off hunting as well. If things went well, that 'one by one' strategy would be somewhat... exponential.
All the same, she wondered just who would be next as she past behind one of the buildings along the main road, when she saw a figure emerge from a house to her right.
"Oh, hello Jaque," she greeted, turning to face the tall man.
Jaque had the physique of a lumberjack, and thick stubble, not quite a full beard, but it made him seem more masculine. His attire betrayed his real job, of course, wearing a white, stained apron over thick, dark grey shirt and pants, his leather boots scraped from the many times he had scoured mud and worse from them. He was not the town butcher, but he worked for the old man who was, often helping to slaughter beasts and carve up the meat to be sold.
He was just barely thirty-one, so he had what he called 'seasoning' regarding his looks, but he was quite handsome, his skin kissed by the sun, speckled with subtle spots here and there.
His eyes were brown, but they shone bright, especially on a good day. Short, brown-blonde hair hugged his head, and his arms and legs had noticeable amounts of hair. Not enough one could call him fuzzy, but it only added to his manliness.
Still, he had a youthfulness to him too, in the energy he had, soft-spoken as he was. Many of the younger women in the village swooned over him, and the long, white scar running down his forearm from an accident involving an axe while butchering a cow only made them yearn for him more.
But Jaque seemed disinterested in their advances. Always polite, but for one who could get almost any woman in the village with his looks and candour, he didn't seem to care.
It made Angelica's heart race and her blood warm... and her parasites rile.
"Oh, Angelica, good day," he greeted in return. "What brings you here?"
Angelica decided to try her luck. Maybe at the very least, she could have found a way to lure him somewhere. He was a strong man though... she would need to be clever in striking too.
She tucked her legs in, and shifted in a subtle but flirtatious way.
"Well, I was wondering if you could help me with something," she asked, smiling at him coyly. "I've got some errands to run, and some of the boxes are heavy. Could you...?"
She trailed off, trying not to be too suggestive, but Jaque rubbed the back of his head, looking apologetic.
"Ah, sorry Angelica, I can't. I'm a bit busy right now. Can't stick around... I'll see you later."
With a quick nod of his head, he departed, tromping along the dirt path as he made his way through the buildings on the western side of the village.
Angelica tracked him with a quizzical expression; something about him seemed rather... preoccupied. And she didn't think it was because he was doing his job. He almost seemed like he was trying to dance around what he was actually up to.
Come to think of it, there were a few times in the past where he seemed... distracted, and guarded. Angelica narrowed her eyes, as curiosity and suspicion took her.
Those times, she just brushed it off, but now, new instincts suggested something else. And his smell - his own, not what clung to him - was a little different too...
She decided to tail him, stepping quietly through the buildings until she caught sight of him, though she did her best to stay out of his.
A good thing, because though he was acting casual, she spotted him checking his surroundings, and behind him... like he was trying not to be followed.
Angelica frowned in deepening suspicion and intrigue. Where could he be off to that he didn't want to be followed?
She denied him that, keeping track of him surreptitiously. She didn't have to risk exposure so much, following his footsteps, and that faint smell of his, the one that clung to him; even if her nose was a little more sensitive now, he always had a faint smell of blood on him whenever he wore that apron, one of the lesser attractive things about him, though he himself endeavoured to be hygienic.
He ventured into a field to the northwest of the village, passing along a patch of long grass. He was less frequently checking his surroundings now, making Angelica's job a little easier, keeping hidden amongst the grass as he walked along a path worn through it.
She tracked his smell, and found his apron tucked into an old crate left by a stone, an abandoned cart nearby.
She figured out where he must have been going; the old Parsons Farmstead. There wasn't much left of the place save for the barn. Most people didn't go there, believing it to be haunted, and just generally unsafe.
A good place if someone wanted to be discrete... but for what, Angelica was curious to find out, as she continued on, stalking her prey with her heightened senses, though he was still leaving boot prints behind. People probably wouldn't pay much attention to them either, as long as they didn't know whose they belonged to.
Eventually, she came to the farmstead, hiding behind an old fence almost enveloped by the grass. Jaque crept inside the barn, and she surreptitiously moved from her hiding spot to another ruined cart, looking through a gap in the rotting wood panelling.
She could see inside the barn, just barely, Jaque moving to a spot largely obscured by the weather-beaten walls. But Angelica found just the right spot to see what he was doing.
It seemed like fresh hay had been spread around the floor... curious, for an abandoned farmstead.
Then she saw someone else approach... and Angelica's eyes widened.
'No way,'
she mouthed, as she saw Jaque embrace and share a kiss with none other than Marion Folsom, wife to Harrod Folsom.
The middle-aged woman, along with her husband, were all but the leaders of the village, their wealth and influence stretching a little bit further than the village itself. They were an old family, and had been prominent within Donstorf for generations, though right now, it was only them and their daughter, Colette, who was not even nineteen yet, slightly younger than Angelica was.
To be having an affair with Jaque... now that was scandalous.
Their kiss grew fervent, their hands roaming all over each other. Jaque attacked Marion's neck, making her gasp harshly. Their hands slid beneath clothes, caressed thighs and rumps, traced along backs, and slowly removed their shirts, stripping down until both were naked and lying in the hay, Jaque's dick just barely visible to Angelica, prodding against Marion's thighs as he showered her in lustful affection, peppering kisses all over her body, particularly along her bust.
Angelica felt a strange sense of conflict inside her; to breach the trust of such communion... it was a terrible thing, and it made her angry. Yet... there was opportunity here.
Yes, yes indeed. Through Jaque, It could gain direct access to the Folsom family. With him infested, he could in turn infest Marion, and she would do the same to her husband and daughter. With that influence under Its command, taking the village would become so much easier...
And though It welcomed all to share their love, Marion would be able to atone for what she had done, and mend the rift her husband knew nothing about.
