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Unbowed - 24 (Sinners 2025)

I felt like my feet were stuck to the ground in dried cement, my eyes stare into his grey orbs. He’s here, standing right here in the sunlight. My entire stomach felt it was churning as I now thought of the Brown family killed by this… man? Is that what he is just a man, was I wrong? I was putting myself in a dangerous situation staring for so long, until finally Chayton’s hand on my lower back firmly pushing me to walk ahead makes me jump a bit as I looked into his dark and serious eyes.

“Go.” he said lowly, motioning me to walk ahead.

“That your Indian?” I hear Alessio called out, talking different now, the same type of slang many white men speak here. He’s talking like white men, not the same soothing purr as the night he came to the house. Some people eye the group talking, but others keep to themselves. The truly do look like white men! Chayton kept walking, circling us around to move back across the street to his truck. I can feel the tension radiating off his body. He opens the side door, and I get in quickly as he walks around the front. I glance over at the group of slick black-haired men. Alessio smirks.

“I hate that we didn’t get to become better acquainted!” he called out making the colored people real uncomfortable with his loudness. “Maybe next time we meet… you’ll tell me your name.”

His dark voice echoed into my mind as the truck was already driving off the curb and back onto the street. He speeds off immediately and I feel my eyes flutter, my head feeling heavy.

“Was that him?”

The echoes of that man’s voice feels like it’s crawling its way into my mind.

“Nysa!” Chayton’s voice snaps me from my thoughts, and I looked at him. He looked at me quickly then the road. “Was that the man who came to our home?”

I blinked some and nodded.

“Y-yes that was the man. But he’s walking around in the daytime. So, I was wrong.” I said, and he shook his head immediately.

“No, you weren’t wrong.” he said. “He’s a vampire.” My eyes widened.

“How do you know?” I asked.

“There’s a darkness around him, around all those men, that I only ever sense around their kind. I don’t know how they’re walking around in the daytime… but all of ‘em are vampires.” he said darkly. I looked at his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. I could tell thoughts were running through his head as he too was trying to figure things out. I could tell his shoulders were tense and he looked ready to fight. We passed the familiar sign that states we’re entering on Choctaw land and to be weary of possible Indian hostiles. I wished someone would change that sign, but it was a marker that helped tell me and many other travelers where they were.

“Did they say anything else to you when they came to the house?” he asked. I shook my head.

“Just either tried to get me outside or tried to get invited in.” I said softly. He nodded, moving his truck off the side of the road for a moment. I looked around confused for a moment, hearing him mutter something in his native language for getting out of the truck quickly. Confused and worried about what he was thinking, I got out too.

He then let out a loud whooping noise, one that made me jump. It was sharp and cracked and echoed through the trees. Chayton looked around for a moment before making the noise again, louder and sharper.

“Chayton… what are you doing?” I asked. After doing it a third time he turned and looked at me.

“Calling for any warriors that are nearby. My voice came from the rode they’ll know to come.” he said.

“Calling them why?” I asked.

“Need to make anyone near aware so they can spread the word to the tribe.” he said. I winced.

“What if there’s no one nearby?” I asked. He gave a brief smirk.

“There’s always someone nearby.” he said. He began to move toward his truck, and I followed. However, a dark frown plays over his face as he suddenly grabs me and pulls me into him moving to stand in front of me. I gasp as some white men come out of the woods. There was seven of them, shirts unbuttoned to cool off from the hot sun, guns in their hands. Some of them wore jackets, and I could smell the liquor from here. Bootleggers.

One of them smirked.

“Boy I knew we follow that hootin’ and hollerin’ we’d find something. And look what we find, Squanto and his little mammy.” The slimmest of the bunch said making the others laugh. I grip Chayton’s arm holding it to me as he slowly holds his arms out.

“Sirs… we want no trouble.” Chayton says carefully, his voice trying to stay even to show “respect” for the men before us. The men laugh eyeing me some.

“Well, boy you got trouble!” the same slender man said. “Ya’ll walkin’ too close to our business. Can’t have that now, can we?” Chayton nodded.

“Whatever business-”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth!” the man snaps, making me jump. My heart was pounding heavy in my body, as I felt the men slowly start to spread out some, making Chayton’s eyes watch all of them carefully. The same man holds up a shot gun to us, and I whimper and throw my arms around Chayton’s chest locking them as his arms fly back to shield me.

The men laughed at us again, the skinny man tilts head some.

“Oooh, I see what this is now. Got us a few race mixers here. Don’t ya’ll know it’s against the law for red skinned niggers and brown skinned niggers to be romancin’ and the like?” he said lecherously. “What’s wrong sweetheart your men ain’t big enough to satisfy ya?” My fingers dig into Chayton’s shirt as the fear grows inside me.

“Please.” I whisper softly secretly praying they don’t hurt us.

“At least she ain’t no white woman.” Another older man laughed making them all laugh. Chayton’s eyes slowly scan the forest a bit before watching the men again.

“Boy if she were a white woman… I’d have your pecker shoved so far down your throat before we get you in a tree, your mind wouldn’t know what to think.” the skinny man threatened before motioning the gun to the spot in a few steps from himself.

“Step over there girl.” he commands. I wince, my body shaking as I glance up at Chayton who gives the quickest glance back at me. “I SAID STEP GIRL!”

The sharpness of his voice makes my body tighten and my arms lock in. A white man tells you to do something, you do it. I slowly step to the side from Chayton, my hands up.

“Yessir.” I whisper, voice trembling. I can hear the echoes, the purring in my brain as I take careful steps over to the spot he points at. Now all the men’s eyes are on me, like a slave up for auction, they’re eyeing me. Chayton’s nose and eye twitch as the slender man steps forward and grabs my arm.

“Why don’t you come with me girl, I’ll show you what a real man feels like.” he said pulling me aggressively toward the heavy bushes of the tree line. I whimper looking back at Chayton quickly, the fear in my eyes as he watches me being dragged off into the darkness of the trees. The man’s hand is firm in arm, and the other men stand in front of Chayton blocking his path from me.

Chayton’s POV

My body calmed itself the moment she stepped from my hold, years of fear of death from these demons forcing her to do what they say. The devil’s hand grabs her and begins to pull her into the forest. Something flashes in my eyes, my vision. The vision where Nysa is surrounded by her enemies. I glanced to my left upon hearing the call fo a bird. I see the familiar hat of Isaac in the bushes, bow and arrow at the ready.

“Any last words Kemosabe?” a fat man asks with a smirk as they all begin to raise their guns at me. Only rage was in my eyes in that moment, the sound of the forest was withering away. The heat of my truck died off my skin.

Her warm body beneath mine in our bed, the thrust that connects us together, the pleasure sinks through our bodies, her hand down my chest, my fingers entangling in her curly hair. My lips trailing hot kisses down her spine.

Her eyes, her terrified eyes as she’s dragged into the woods were all I was seeing.

“There will be no god to protect you from me.” I said in Choctaw, my voice cold as ice. An arrow flies from the forest like lightning striking the fat man right in the neck. He gurgles and every pair of eyes are off me now. Kene immediately jumps out like a raving spirit, shouting wild as his metal hatchet slams down into the back of another man’s jaw. I turn immediately to the bed of my truck moving the tarp off it. My tomahawk rests closest to me as if the spirits themselves had slid it over to me. Guns are firing, and I grab the handle and turn immediately. The man closest to me, feels the end of my blade imbedded in his skull, blood sprays immediately from his head across the ground. More of my warriors jump from the forest giving war cries as they easily began to overpower the man.

I moved toward the forest, and I see another devil run at me. With calm steps, anger in my eyes, I quickly turn my tomahawk and ram the back of my weapon right into his nose breaking it. Red smears his face as he goes down screaming. I pull my arm back with my weapon and slice it across the man’s face not only cutting his face in two but breaking his neck in the process. I glance back over my shoulder very quickly seeing my men slice throats and imbed their weapons into major organs of the body I simply turn and move quickly into the forest.

Nysa’s POV

As the man pulls me along, I hear the sound of gunshots from behind me my eyes widening as I turn and look back, fear devouring me.

“CHAYTON!” I scream before I’m thrown to the ground immediately on my stomach.

“Woo hoo those boys shot them an injun today!” the man screams. I feel the weight of him on top of me. I scream as I try and drag myself out from under him, my nails burning in the dirt as I’m trying to crawl out. Chayton… they shot him! He’s gone. And once again I was truly alone again. “No!”

“Shut up!” the man yells as he holds me down. I feel my dress riding up and tears streaming down my face as I try to get him off me.

“NO!” I scream feeling my dress tearing at the top, my shoulders bear now as I’m kicking and screaming. I feel his hands in my scalp tugging hard at my hair and I scream out more feeling the sting of my scalp as if it were being torn off. I’m flung upon my back, and his weight is heavy on me. I smell the alcohol and sweat on his breath and skin as I feel his mouth trying to get onto mine. I cry more trying to push him off me, legs flailing despite the harsh smack across the side of my face. My teeth cut the inside of my mouth and my lip burns. I taste the penny taste of blood in my mouth.

“Stop fuckin’ squirming!” he shouts. My eyes are blurry from tears, that familiar echoing ringing in my head.

Ciao Principessa…

I feel him pulling at my panties to get them off, and I scream again as hard as I can before suddenly the weight of his body is lifted off me and I roll onto my stomach in a panic frenzy as I just work to close my legs and pull my dress down. I couldn’t catch my breath; my heart is about to come out of my mouth. I’m almost lightheaded. I turn immediately, seeing a dark figure hammering something down, over and over, heavy grunts and growls are sharp in my mind. A pair of legs are kicking in time with the hammering. My eyes blink heavily, and I start to wipe them away as I’m trying to make sense of what’s going on.

Finally, I see the shadow of the man hunched over who had just finished killing the slender man. He’s shrouded by the shade of the trees. He’s like death in a human form. He throws his head back, hair coming off his face and I finally see who it is. My mouth drops as I see… it’s Chayton. He’s alive! He’s holding some large weapon in his hand and finally he turns, face covered in sweat and blood, and my body is shaking as if I’m seeing a ghost. He quickly he approaches me, dropping the weapon.

“Nysa!" he said quickly voice deep and heavy. That brings my mind back from the shrouded fog. I just scream out in pain and relief as I got onto my knees crawling up to him and he immediately drops to his knees, embracing me hard and firm the smell of earth and pine invade my senses. I cry out hysterically into his arms as I run my hands over his face and our dark eyes meet, our mouths moving to kiss each other’s skin, to know we are both there in each other’s arms. One hand rest son the back of my neck pulling our foreheads together for a brief moment before he pulls me into his arms again whispering sweet words into my hair and the spots on my cheeks where he plants his desperate kisses. He was here… alive. Oh thank God!

Author's Notes

Chayton's tomahawk

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