Memoirs of a Mad Half-Man - I am a thing of legend, and of myth - the Chupacabra of Puerto Rico! But the reality is more terrifying than any childhood fairytale could ever be! I am born of a human mother abducted, and forced to birth…me. I am not some sought-after progeny, but a freakish half-thing that should not have been. But I am! And I seek vengeance on the race that bred me unexpectedly on the woman from whose womb I tore my way free. An alien race of high intelligence and even higher disdain for humanity hunts your women in your dreams and their nightmares. And I am the bastard son of those unions, the half-beast and half-alien creation that cannot be! But I am! I hate the races I am descended from; and yet, those I kill are alien and only alien. To the humans I leave a much worse fate. I hunger, you see, with the hunger of my fathers. With the desires and lusts of an entire galaxy, I thirst for flesh and tender intimacy. When it is within my grasp, I clutch it close, I clutch HER close - and she screams! In terror and in pain she screams! And I must silence her and I do…and she dies. Before I am satisfied, before my hunger is abated, she dies in my arms, my body invading hers. My teeth and my cock and my claws invading her delicate skin, she lives so briefly in my embrace before she dies. I should not be so hungry. I should not want these human women this way, I should not hunt them like this! I should not kill and I should not hurt and maim and destroy. Kill I do though, and hurt, and torture and destroy! I should not hurt these human women that I hunt even to this day - but I am! Personal Log Entry 22.356.1A - I've come across an entire universe to face this monster. He's haunted my dreams for most of my life. I was bred to destroy him, all my senses finely tuned to his weaknesses and strengths. My training taught me how to kill him, what weapons would work from a distance - and what weapons I could rely on up close should I ever get the chance to greet this beast face to face. I've lived for this moment for all of my life, prepared myself to avenge the unnecessary deaths of so many of our soldiers. So many of us, sent to this pitiful planet called Earth, third rock from the sun called Sol. Why did they have to die?? No matter…now HE will die… won't he? I have seen his face, and studied him. I arrived in the forests of Puerto Rico so recently, and yet already I am changed. I am not the same killer blonde that came here days ago. As I watched him rut angrily over a dying human female, my heart welled with pity. And I swear that as his eyes turned to see who it was that watched protected from the trees far away, I swear he saw me. And as no other could. He did not see me as weak, and he did not see me as danger. He saw in me…sameness. A kindred killer soul. A fuck beast bred for one purpose and one purpose alone. To hunt him as he has been hunting. Am I really seeking vengeance now? Or am I stalling, waiting for an opportunity to capture him, study him…force him to take me as he takes those weak and stupid human women? Is that what I really want? When I see his lust rising, and see the sadness in his eyes as he tracks and captures yet another screaming, wailing lover-turned-victim…how could I have been bred for anything else?? Lithe and lean, a killing machine, she straps on yet another weapon, this one to her inner thigh. As her fingers linger over her half exposed mons, teasing herself through the tight latex, she wonders about her purpose here on Earth. Why is she here, of all places. Why the forests of Puerto Rico? The documents that sent her here stated that this is where the most deaths happened. She is the greatest warrior alive, the best creation yet of a highly intelligent alien race. Regularly, their men have come here to fight, or so they first said. But when they began to die, the truth was exposed - they came to Earth for one sole reason, and that was the tender flesh of human women! Abducted and toyed with, hunted and stalked through the Earth forests, who knows how many of those women died for the pleasures of these aliens? None can say how many. But now the death toll of the aliens themselves is rising, and the hopes of a distant galaxy lay here, in her hands. Her fingers have excited her and she takes more time dressing, thinking of her prey. He is the Chupacabra of Puerto Rico, legend and myth to the Earth humans. But he is a striking reality to her, for she has been stalking him for several nights now. She has watched as he has ruthlessly hunted Earth's females in almost identical fashion as her own people hunt. What does this mean? He is more than half a beast, she is realizing. As her fingers play over her hardening nipples, she wonders at his genetics. Hers are pristine and pure. His seem doubtful, dubious. He is not human, and he is not of any species existing on Earth. Could he be the bastard offspring of her own people? And what will that mean for the battle to come? Must there be a battle? As her fingers bring her own juices to her lips and as her tongue darts out to taste, she closes her eyes and envisions him, slobbering and ravenous as he ruts with yet another screaming, terrorized human woman. They die, as they always do, when ever he finally captures one and forces her to copulate with him. It makes her wonder about her own strength. Maybe she would not die. Maybe she would be strong enough to last through his hard fuck-thrusts and his ravaging teeth and claws. Does there really have to be a battle, she wonders as she shakes herself awake and goes in search of the Chupacabra once more! They have never yet met in battle. But the time is soon at hand for the killer blonde from another galaxy to come into close quarters with the Chupacabra of Puerto Rico! They have known each other for all of time and yet, have seen each other only at a distance, him as he turned eyes to watch her watching him raping yet another dying damsel, and her as she stalked him through his nightly hunts and predations on the women of Earth. She has dreamt of him, this half alien, half beast that she was programmed to kill. He has haunted her dreams for as long as she can remember, and she has brought every weapon the superior intelligence of her alien nation could provide - all to kill him. He has envisioned her in his arms, moaning beneath his pistoning fuck-thrusts, her every sound orgasmic to him - the one female being that might survive his passionate lusts and dangerous libido. Throughout the entire universe their ardor has been unrivaled. And soon it must come to blows. She must defeat the beast that kills her brethren, even as they rape and torture the human women she finds so weak and pitiful. She must avenge their deaths upon the Chupacabra! And he, sad and suffering deep inside his half human soul, he must seek out those who bred him upon his human mother and then rejected him. They gave him this hunger, this unclassifiable thirst for female flesh. Two strong passions must clash this night. It will end in blood - but will it end in death? And if so…whose??