Agros tried
the old ‘stare-them-down’ vampire trick. It always works on humans. Fangs
extended, claws uncurled and arms reaching for a graceful kill. Remus simply
grabbed the other’s arms and ripped them off. The children smashed out teeth
with fangs and all, pulled feet and hands off. One grand old gypsy punched his
vampire in the chest ripping a hole that spit the demon’s heart out the other
side.
What the
zombies lacked the vampires had aplenty. Blood!
Blood
poured forth from every broken limb, every hurt and every scratch. Agros’
dangling veins showered Remus with the tainted blood. It’s like if fire hoses
were soaking everything in blood to put out a fire. It seemed that the blood
had a life of its own flying through the air until it found someone to splash
on. Without arms to fight, Agros bite into Remus’ face, the fangs clawed at
eyes and mouth. Remus summoned all his power to his hands and slammed them
against each side of the vampire’s head. Agros’ crushed head vomited a torrent
of blood.
It had
nowhere to go except into Remus’ cheek-less mouth.
(To Be Continued.)
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