GRAPHIC VIOLENCE!
It was their last kill; they hadn’t fed well for a long time so when
they saw the young couple, they sprang out of the deep shadows desperate for
their sustenance. The girl screamed but her scream died in her throat when Mara
tore her larynx apart and the girl’s blood poured like a great black fountain
in the light of a jaundiced moon.
Yaga, her
mate, was feasting on the young man who lay torn and bleeding. Each of them feeding voraciously for they
knew the blood would soon stop. That was
why vampires always went for the blood-engorged organs first, drinking and
savoring the precious nectar.
It was
ecstatic—almost sensual and they both moaned with pleasure as they fed. But
then she sensed something untoward and glanced up.
She hissed
when she saw them.
There were
five armed men led by a cleric carrying a huge cross. “Kill them!” he ordered.
Kill
them?! How ironic to kill the undead—surely not.
But all
vampires and those who killed them knew they could in fact be destroyed.
“In the
name of Christ, you are gone!” The cleric cried as he swung wildly and hit each
of them with his cross.
Mara
screeched as her flesh began to burn and the air was filled with the acrid
stench of such burning.
She called
for her mate: “Yaga! I burn! Help me!”
But he
burned too and could not help her.
The cleric
was not moved. He hated these creatures for he knew them to be monsters. “Die
you demons from hell!
”
If his
cross burned their flesh, the swords were used for another purpose, one he had
no business engaging in, for he was sworn not to kill.
Yet he
could not stop himself. For his hatred was too great. Finally, he grabbed a
sword. “I wish to do it myself!” he cried.
It took
only two swipes to decapitate each of them.
Their
heads flew from their bodies rolling toward the church.
“See how they bleed!”
And bleed
they did. A veritable torrent of blood poured forth from their corpses to pool
at the edge of the church—the cleric’s church.
The men
were pleased for they had aided their leader--this leader of the vampire
destroyers.
Lately
they had caused great carnage, these creatures from hell. Countless drained
corpses had been found.
And if
that wasn’t horrific enough, what was also discovered was their proclivity to
feast upon their prey.
“It is not
enough to drain God’s creatures; they commit worse sacrilege by feasting upon
them!”
He
wondered when it would end and how it would end.
Finally,
he had them buried beyond his church. “Make haste lest you be seen!”
The men
hurried to collect the mutilated remains of those they had destroyed.
They did not know that something or someone watched from the distance
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