Prologue (section I)
Night slowly began to fall over the countryside, the land turned a bright red in the presence of the setting sun, and already I could feel it. The power and the stench came slowly closer, the life I had lead the last few months was about to end, this would mean that I was going to need another new identity for me. I had been living in Saskatchewan since early spring, I was beginning to enjoy the longer days that summer had brought with it, the fresh Prairie air. However, they had found me once more. Their futile attempt to end my life would leave both homeless and nameless, I would be forced to start anew once more. I could hear them coming, feet pounding against the earth, like rolling thunder before the storm overwhelms the land.
I could hear the dogs barking as the darkness approached, and as the coming storm approached the thunder of its feet was silenced by gun fire, bullets flew and the barking that was my early warning was over-showered, and the dogs forever silenced. There were far too many to take on physically, looks like it was definitely time for my "plan B". The thundering of their feet were very close, the dust from the rafters above me fell in what seemed to be slow motion, I remember coughing and immediately thinking of how I should have cleaned those. The pounding stopped, it was as if they had thought that I had not heard their small army charge my house and now were thinking they could catch me off guard. Then from the silence there was a loud bang, followed shortly by another, the frond door was been knocked off its hinges, it was official, the vampires had come once more. I could hear the floor boards on the main floor squeak as they slowly worked their way through my home. Doors creaked opened, shallow voices muttered nearly inaudible things to one another, and then all movement ceased. I could feel magic it seemed to arise from all around me and too late, I caught my voice escaping me. "Shit!"
The loud booming of automatic weapons erupted, bullets flew through the floor beneath me, shredding the old white rug I had been stranding on, spraying blood from my legs all over it. The pain shot through me, a feeling that I had become accustomed to over the years. I fell hard to the floor, the rush of bullets stopped, and the thundering of feet began to move quickly towards the stairs leading up. The hallway seemed to grow longer as I lie in pain on the floor; I slowly dragged my body to the small coffee table only a few feet from where I had fallen. I heard the footsteps getting closer, haunting laughter of the night children filled the air, echoing throughout my home. I reached the small wooden table, a small remote lie in the center of the table the small yellow button called to me. The feet stopped and once more the bullets flew, piercing, tearing away at my flesh spilling my blood, but they were too late I had reached the remote.
Night slowly began to fall over the countryside, the land turned a bright red in the presence of the setting sun, and already I could feel it. The power and the stench came slowly closer, the life I had lead the last few months was about to end, this would mean that I was going to need another new identity for me. I had been living in Saskatchewan since early spring, I was beginning to enjoy the longer days that summer had brought with it, the fresh Prairie air. However, they had found me once more. Their futile attempt to end my life would leave both homeless and nameless, I would be forced to start anew once more. I could hear them coming, feet pounding against the earth, like rolling thunder before the storm overwhelms the land.
I could hear the dogs barking as the darkness approached, and as the coming storm approached the thunder of its feet was silenced by gun fire, bullets flew and the barking that was my early warning was over-showered, and the dogs forever silenced. There were far too many to take on physically, looks like it was definitely time for my "plan B". The thundering of their feet were very close, the dust from the rafters above me fell in what seemed to be slow motion, I remember coughing and immediately thinking of how I should have cleaned those. The pounding stopped, it was as if they had thought that I had not heard their small army charge my house and now were thinking they could catch me off guard. Then from the silence there was a loud bang, followed shortly by another, the frond door was been knocked off its hinges, it was official, the vampires had come once more. I could hear the floor boards on the main floor squeak as they slowly worked their way through my home. Doors creaked opened, shallow voices muttered nearly inaudible things to one another, and then all movement ceased. I could feel magic it seemed to arise from all around me and too late, I caught my voice escaping me. "Shit!"
The loud booming of automatic weapons erupted, bullets flew through the floor beneath me, shredding the old white rug I had been stranding on, spraying blood from my legs all over it. The pain shot through me, a feeling that I had become accustomed to over the years. I fell hard to the floor, the rush of bullets stopped, and the thundering of feet began to move quickly towards the stairs leading up. The hallway seemed to grow longer as I lie in pain on the floor; I slowly dragged my body to the small coffee table only a few feet from where I had fallen. I heard the footsteps getting closer, haunting laughter of the night children filled the air, echoing throughout my home. I reached the small wooden table, a small remote lie in the center of the table the small yellow button called to me. The feet stopped and once more the bullets flew, piercing, tearing away at my flesh spilling my blood, but they were too late I had reached the remote.