I’m in some old warehouse. My breath is heavy. I brush the sweat off my forehead, and see that my hand is covered in blood. I feel up my forehead, and wince in pain when I reach the stop. When did he scratch me? That’s how he’s been finding me. Smelling the blood. Why won’t that ******** just die already? It’s too fast for me to hit, and fire doesn’t hurt it. I’ve never seen a vampire that strong before. He doesn’t even look human anymore. Just a rabid monster. C’mon, Ashe. Think. There’s gotta be a way to kill it.
I hear a crash to my left, and see its mutant face look at me. ********! It stalks closer to me on all fours. Its arms are longer than a normal man’s. Longer hands and fingers too. Its skull is mutated like a football. Its mouth is wide like it was cut at the ends. The thing charges at me. I grab the rack I was hiding behind, shoot the fire through my hands, making it burst into flames, and knock it down. Then I run like hell.
The thing jumps over my barrier like its nothing, and before I know it, its on top of me. I hit the ground hard. It starts gnawing on my leg like a dog with a chew toy. I scream, twist myself onto my back and slash his head with my sword. I get him in the side of his head, but it doesn’t bother him. My sword sticks there until the thing swats it away with its class. Last chance. If this doesn’t work, I’m ********. I sit up and clasp both my hands on either side of its head. Then I focus all my rage into the heat. The monster looks at me confused, and growls angrily. Hotter and hotter my hands get. Hotter than I’ve dared to try before. The monster tries to shake, but I won’t let go. My hands start glowing a deep violent red. My sleeves burst into flame. The monster’s head begins to vibrate, then it just pops between my fingers like a cat in a microwave. The blood sprays everywhere.
My hands go cold. They feel stiff and hard. I stand up, put out the flames on my arms, and try my best to wipe guts off my coat. I stand there for a second, watching the corpse, dumbfounded, waiting for it to get back up and finish me off. It doesn’t. I kick it hard in the side a few times.
“Yeah!” I yell at it. “What now, b***h?! Ain’t so tough without your ******** head, are ya?!”
Afterwards, I limp my way out of the building and sit against the wall. I rip strips off my shirt and wrap them around my cuts to stop the bleeding. I pull out a cigarette and light it with my fingers. There’s nothing like a good smoke after a hard fight. The full moon shines down on me, accented by my smoke. There’s a tall office building a few streets down, the highest one in this small city. That’s where Elijah’s at. I wonder how the others our doing. I should go and try to help them, but my legs hurt. By the time I find any of them, it’ll be over with. Bleak and Eva should be fine. They’re bad asses. Gwen’s smart. I’m sure she’ll make it out alive. It’s Elijah who’s really got his hands full. He’s tough, but he’s also got the toughest fight out of any of us.
He should’ve gotten inside okay. The rest of us took out Elliot’s big guns. Nothing left but flunkies. Elijah could take them out with his eyes closed. But Elliot, he’s a ******** psycho. He’s gotta be one of the oldest vamps around anymore. You don’t live that long without knowing how to take care of yourself. They say he killed 500 men in some big war. I wonder if that’s true…
********! I should’ve gone with him! I take a deep hit off my cigarette. I can’t think like that. Elijah’ll be fine. He’s beat him before. Sort of…
Elliot’s probably dead by now. Or covered in blood and crying. I bet Elijah busted in there, said something like “I’ll defeat you villain!” or “You’re reign of terror is over!” He’s enough of a nerd to do that. Or maybe some lame kung fu movie.
“You will die!
“No, it is you who will die!”
They’re mouths move thirty seconds after saying that. They circle each other. Then they run at each other, exchanging blows. Then Elijah shatters his skull with a kick. It’d be a sweet fight to watch.
I bet he makes up names for his movies like in that stupid anime he watches.
“Super Buster Punch!” He yells. Then he punches him really hard and he gets knocked out with those big swirlies in his eyes. I finish my cigarette, and light up another one.
I wonder if he’s scared. He could probably use some new underoos by now. Fear’s good though. Keeps you alive. Keeps you from doing stupid s**t. But then again, all the s**t we’ve been through, fighting off a vampire army just means its Tuesday. We’ll pull through it. We’ve always managed before. Any minute they’ll come around the corner. Gwen’ll heal my leg, and then we can probably crash in some abandoned house. Take shifts sleeping in case any vamps managed to survive, then head for the nearest town and get some McDonalds.
Around the corner, an enormous lion comes stalking. Excepts it’s a bit more than a lion. It has horns for one thing. And scales going down the sides. There’s blood all around its mouth and paws. The lion walks up to me, than through the door to my right. I pull off my trench coat and place it next to the entrance.
“Hey Eva.” I say. Sounds like cracking of bones come from behind me, then a feminine hand reaches past he door and grabs my jacket. She walks out from behind the door, butt naked except for my coat and dried blood.
“Thanks,” She says. “How did it go?”
“Its Tuesday,” I reply and laugh to myself. She gives me a confused look.
“Have you seen anyone else yet?”
“Just you. They should be showing up any minute now.”
I watch the office building in the corner of my eye, and see somebody falling. I smirk. Then I notice the person has white hair. Its Elijah. My jaw drops. The cigarette falls out of my mouth and splatters sparks across the ground.
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