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Authors: Dustin J. Palmer
Tags: Urban Fantasy/Vampires
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hands and rose to his knees. He heard the monster charge again. In his haste he fired from the hip, the heavy recoil knocked him off balance but the shot rang true, stopping the charge. Regaining his balance, Jake cocked the lever on the gun ejecting the shell and pulled it tight to his shoulder. He crawled back as far as he could against the wall and scanned the room. Again it was nowhere to be seen.
The windows dumbass! SHOOT. THE. WINDOWS! The voice in his head screamed relentlessly. Taking aim he sent buckshot through the covered windows, shattering them and filling the room with warm sunlight. The creature screamed out in agony. The smell of burnt flesh and ash filled the room. Bloodied, burning, with Jake’s axe still lodged in its chest, and an eight-inch steel stake in its face, the creature dropped from the ceiling at Jake’s feet.
Jake reacted without hesitation and fired point blank. Its head split apart from the nose up like a melon, splattering blood and brain matter across the floor and walls. Jake cocked the lever and fired into its body again and again until all he heard was the click of an empty gun. With shaking hands he fed shells into the gun from his vest. He pointed it at the grunt’s chest pulling the trigger one more time. It lay rasping in a large pool of black blood. Bits of skull poked up through its split head. It was already starting to slowly regenerate.
Picking the hammer off the ground and a steel stake from his belt, he put the stake up against the grunt’s chest, took two quick breaths, and hammered as hard as he could.
It was like hammering into concrete but Jake didn't stop until he couldn't see the top of the stake anymore. The head of the hammer dripped with dark black blood.
The rasping dissipated and the head stopped coming back together. Jake stared down at the half charred, nearly unrecognizable remains of a large African American man. He must have weighed around 350 pounds and was clothed in a tattered white undershirt and a pair of ripped blue jeans. Except for the long claws protruding from his fingers and toes, he looked human.
Jake couldn't help but feel a momentary bit of sadness for him. To be trapped in something so horrific. He couldn't think of a worse kind of hell. At least now you’re free.
Now to get to the nitty gritty, he sighed. He put one foot on the vampire’s chest and with a grunt yanked the axe free. Reaching into his belt he felt around for his pliers but noticed they weren't there. He scanned the room where he had come in and found them lying in a large pool of blood. Picking them up, he walked back over to the dead vampire.
Leaning down on both knees, he grabbed a hold of one of its fangs in the pliers grip and pulled. He rocked it back and forth as hard as he could until finally it came free. In a minutes time he had two bloodied fangs lying in his gloved hand. Dropping them into a tiny bag on his belt Jake stood up, took a deep breath, threw Judgment over his shoulder and chopped two good whacks, blood splattered across his gloves and vest. The broken head came free and rolled onto its side.
Jake, unable to look at it for another second, picked up the head, knocked out the rest of the glass in the shattered window, and tossed it into the waiting sunlight. It burst into bright blue flames, leaving a trail of fire on the wooden shingles and scattering at least a dozen buzzards into the sky.
Exhausted, he dropped to the floor in the corner. It was finally over. He had done it. It had been close, he’d screwed up more times than he could count but in the end he had killed a vampire. Reaching up he pulled the walkie free from its place at his shoulder and pushed the button, "It's over. Come up."
Chapter 3
Jake
Outside Patricia, TX
September 10, 9:40am
John and Cort’s footsteps echoed up the staircase and down the hallway.
"I'm in here,
The windows dumbass! SHOOT. THE. WINDOWS! The voice in his head screamed relentlessly. Taking aim he sent buckshot through the covered windows, shattering them and filling the room with warm sunlight. The creature screamed out in agony. The smell of burnt flesh and ash filled the room. Bloodied, burning, with Jake’s axe still lodged in its chest, and an eight-inch steel stake in its face, the creature dropped from the ceiling at Jake’s feet.
Jake reacted without hesitation and fired point blank. Its head split apart from the nose up like a melon, splattering blood and brain matter across the floor and walls. Jake cocked the lever and fired into its body again and again until all he heard was the click of an empty gun. With shaking hands he fed shells into the gun from his vest. He pointed it at the grunt’s chest pulling the trigger one more time. It lay rasping in a large pool of black blood. Bits of skull poked up through its split head. It was already starting to slowly regenerate.
Picking the hammer off the ground and a steel stake from his belt, he put the stake up against the grunt’s chest, took two quick breaths, and hammered as hard as he could.
It was like hammering into concrete but Jake didn't stop until he couldn't see the top of the stake anymore. The head of the hammer dripped with dark black blood.
The rasping dissipated and the head stopped coming back together. Jake stared down at the half charred, nearly unrecognizable remains of a large African American man. He must have weighed around 350 pounds and was clothed in a tattered white undershirt and a pair of ripped blue jeans. Except for the long claws protruding from his fingers and toes, he looked human.
Jake couldn't help but feel a momentary bit of sadness for him. To be trapped in something so horrific. He couldn't think of a worse kind of hell. At least now you’re free.
Now to get to the nitty gritty, he sighed. He put one foot on the vampire’s chest and with a grunt yanked the axe free. Reaching into his belt he felt around for his pliers but noticed they weren't there. He scanned the room where he had come in and found them lying in a large pool of blood. Picking them up, he walked back over to the dead vampire.
Leaning down on both knees, he grabbed a hold of one of its fangs in the pliers grip and pulled. He rocked it back and forth as hard as he could until finally it came free. In a minutes time he had two bloodied fangs lying in his gloved hand. Dropping them into a tiny bag on his belt Jake stood up, took a deep breath, threw Judgment over his shoulder and chopped two good whacks, blood splattered across his gloves and vest. The broken head came free and rolled onto its side.
Jake, unable to look at it for another second, picked up the head, knocked out the rest of the glass in the shattered window, and tossed it into the waiting sunlight. It burst into bright blue flames, leaving a trail of fire on the wooden shingles and scattering at least a dozen buzzards into the sky.
Exhausted, he dropped to the floor in the corner. It was finally over. He had done it. It had been close, he’d screwed up more times than he could count but in the end he had killed a vampire. Reaching up he pulled the walkie free from its place at his shoulder and pushed the button, "It's over. Come up."
Chapter 3
Jake
Outside Patricia, TX
September 10, 9:40am
John and Cort’s footsteps echoed up the staircase and down the hallway.
"I'm in here,
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