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Authors: Dustin J. Palmer
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coif over his head and with the bottled water wiped his face clean. This can’t be happening!
“So long old friend,” John laid a hand on Billy’s arm. “Your fight is over . Now you can finally rest,” he smiled sadly, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “Tell Terry I said hello,” he whispered. He wiped his eyes then walked past Jake laying a hand on his shoulder, his voice breaking. "Let’s go Jake."
Jake gathered his gear, holstering his .357magnum and sheathed his machete and axe then flung The Cleaner over his shoulder. He took one last look at his old mentor, "I'm sorry Billy. I'm so sorry. I didn’t know . . ." he burst into tears, “If I’d known, I never would have . . .” sobs racked his body. Jake covered his eyes with his hand. “Goodbye Billy.” With that said, he turned and walked down the hall.
He was at the top of the stairs about to head down when he remembered the little girls. "Dad! Wait!" he yelled turning back and opening the closet door.
The door shattered in front of him, knocking him to the floor and sending splinters into his face and now unprotected neck. He felt something heavy on his chest and opened his eyes staring right into the face of one of those “innocent” little girls that he had rescued not twenty minutes before. It was the oldest one, Pearl. Her eyes were a bright almost glowing red. Large fangs protruded from her mouth. Her icy breath ran across his neck as she sucked in his scent. A Maker! My god she’s a Maker!
Jake closed his eyes tightly as the memory of Donnie bloodied and dead once again, filled his mind. He knew what was coming next. He just prayed it would be swift and she wouldn't turn him.
The loud BOOM of John's shotgun sounded, surprising both Jake and the child vampire at the same time. The steel slug hit her square in the chest knocking her off of Jake and back into the closet.
"Get out of here Jake!" John yelled cocking the gun, ejecting the empty shell. "Goddamn it, get out of here now!"
Jake stumbled to his feet just as the child jumped onto his back slicing her claws right through his Kevlar hunting vest and body armor, sinking them deep into his chest. Jake fell back to his knees directly between Pearl and his dad’s line of sight. He screamed out in pain as the little demon child ripped deeper into his flesh and let loose a nasty snarl. "Stay back Hunter! Or I turn the boy and laugh as he feasts on your flesh!"
"Don't you touch him you little vampire bitch!" John said, his aim unwavering but his voice shaking with panic. “You hurt him and I swear I'll send you straight to Hell!"
The Maker leaned her head back in a wicked laugh, "You hunters are all the same! The same lines every time. Just once I'd like to hear something original from your kind. So much passion, but no originality. Even the old black man said the exact same thing before I tasted his blood and turned him into my slave."
"You bloodsucking son of a . . .” John clenched his teeth. “You have no idea of the man you just killed. He was like a father to me!"
Again Pearl threw her head back in laughter, "I've walked this earth for over one hundred years! Do you have any idea how many thousands of your kind I've feasted on? You are little more than a snack to me!"
John sneered. "You stupid bitch. I've cut the heads off of far older vampires than you. Do you have any idea how many of your kind I've turned to ash?! I’m John goddamn Bishop!"
Jake struggled to stay conscious as his father argued with the vampire now attached to him.
"I know exactly who you are John Bishop!” she said with an evil grin. "Look back at every tragic moment in your life and you’ll see me looking back at you! You never found your friend’s head did you? The other Williams . . . Terry, you called him.”
“You lie!” John yelled. “I killed the grunt that killed Terry.”
“You stupid Hunter,”
“So long old friend,” John laid a hand on Billy’s arm. “Your fight is over . Now you can finally rest,” he smiled sadly, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “Tell Terry I said hello,” he whispered. He wiped his eyes then walked past Jake laying a hand on his shoulder, his voice breaking. "Let’s go Jake."
Jake gathered his gear, holstering his .357magnum and sheathed his machete and axe then flung The Cleaner over his shoulder. He took one last look at his old mentor, "I'm sorry Billy. I'm so sorry. I didn’t know . . ." he burst into tears, “If I’d known, I never would have . . .” sobs racked his body. Jake covered his eyes with his hand. “Goodbye Billy.” With that said, he turned and walked down the hall.
He was at the top of the stairs about to head down when he remembered the little girls. "Dad! Wait!" he yelled turning back and opening the closet door.
The door shattered in front of him, knocking him to the floor and sending splinters into his face and now unprotected neck. He felt something heavy on his chest and opened his eyes staring right into the face of one of those “innocent” little girls that he had rescued not twenty minutes before. It was the oldest one, Pearl. Her eyes were a bright almost glowing red. Large fangs protruded from her mouth. Her icy breath ran across his neck as she sucked in his scent. A Maker! My god she’s a Maker!
Jake closed his eyes tightly as the memory of Donnie bloodied and dead once again, filled his mind. He knew what was coming next. He just prayed it would be swift and she wouldn't turn him.
The loud BOOM of John's shotgun sounded, surprising both Jake and the child vampire at the same time. The steel slug hit her square in the chest knocking her off of Jake and back into the closet.
"Get out of here Jake!" John yelled cocking the gun, ejecting the empty shell. "Goddamn it, get out of here now!"
Jake stumbled to his feet just as the child jumped onto his back slicing her claws right through his Kevlar hunting vest and body armor, sinking them deep into his chest. Jake fell back to his knees directly between Pearl and his dad’s line of sight. He screamed out in pain as the little demon child ripped deeper into his flesh and let loose a nasty snarl. "Stay back Hunter! Or I turn the boy and laugh as he feasts on your flesh!"
"Don't you touch him you little vampire bitch!" John said, his aim unwavering but his voice shaking with panic. “You hurt him and I swear I'll send you straight to Hell!"
The Maker leaned her head back in a wicked laugh, "You hunters are all the same! The same lines every time. Just once I'd like to hear something original from your kind. So much passion, but no originality. Even the old black man said the exact same thing before I tasted his blood and turned him into my slave."
"You bloodsucking son of a . . .” John clenched his teeth. “You have no idea of the man you just killed. He was like a father to me!"
Again Pearl threw her head back in laughter, "I've walked this earth for over one hundred years! Do you have any idea how many thousands of your kind I've feasted on? You are little more than a snack to me!"
John sneered. "You stupid bitch. I've cut the heads off of far older vampires than you. Do you have any idea how many of your kind I've turned to ash?! I’m John goddamn Bishop!"
Jake struggled to stay conscious as his father argued with the vampire now attached to him.
"I know exactly who you are John Bishop!” she said with an evil grin. "Look back at every tragic moment in your life and you’ll see me looking back at you! You never found your friend’s head did you? The other Williams . . . Terry, you called him.”
“You lie!” John yelled. “I killed the grunt that killed Terry.”
“You stupid Hunter,”
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