The fanged
demons tore into the sheets that covered the sleeping bodies. Slivers of wood
scattered in the air as the vampires broke through the wagon doors. The bolts
and hinges were useless. One, then another, of the large sheets falls over the
fire briefly darkening the surroundings until it too becomes part of the
flames. Sparks dance in the air, twirling from the artificial breeze created by
the vampires’ own swift movements.
Agros
disliked the gypsies. He found them pretentious putting up for sale their
supposed supernatural powers when he knew they had nothing of the kind. Today
he will dine them. It would be fair. It was going to be like feeding from
orphan children.
It was
becoming hard to choose the best morsels, there were so many. The nest was
acting like children at a candy store where it’s all free. They couldn’t make
up their minds which to feed from first. Only a very few of the gypsies,
actually turned to face the attackers.
(To Be
Continued.)
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