This was SUPPOSED to be my entry for the Halloween contest... However, Steam derped and didn't allow me to comment. (It's STILL not allowing me to comment.) Might as well post what I did here.
The "Blood Colonel". The title of the rumored vampire living in these parts. He wasn't sure how true the term 'vampire' was, but it was alluring to say the least. After all, it was part of his job description - Taking down demons had become part of his nature, his everyday life.
He was told he was crazy for wanting to do battle with the Colonel, for wanting to enter his cave - Where people are said to have their true natures revealed - Yet fear for his life had become but a concept to him. He was one of the fastest warriors in Lurensia. He could escape any danger.
The cave's mouth greeted with a chill, welcoming its expected guest. Hand on his hilt he proceeded, eyeing up the interior as much as he could before the light was no longer able to guide him.
He didn't stumble in the darkness. He was far too graceful to be knocked off balance in a mere stride.
'You've come back,' a familiar whisper came.
With the voice brought excruciating and swift agony in his leg that could only have been made with a blade. On the ground he hissed loudly, ignoring the echoes that resulted. The cave greeted his new screams as terrible lacerations erupted over his body, cutting through his skin as easily as they had his clothes.
Energy draining and consciousness leaving fast, he still caught the intense golden stare in the darkness - One he saw in every river, every mirror, every reflection. A haunted gaze that haunted his sleep.
Something he couldn't escape.
The only demon he couldn't destroy.
Note: I can't do short horror.
