Carlisle
Flames flickers and forks gleamed in the bright firelight; there was murmur of excitement that ran around the gathering of people as we waited. I stood at the front ready to fight the vile beasts that lay in the evil realms of this darkened sewer. I had to prove myself to my father, now he would know my intelligence. I knew I was better at my job than him, he saw witches and vampires and others creatures of the night, so when he had become old and frail he had handed the job over to me. He was annoyed to say the least when I did not find anyone guilty, I knew the truth was he needed the money and knew no other profession. I had great plans in life, I would show my father I was a good son, then I would get married, have children, I wanted to study medicine but my father would never allow it. I was only 23 I could still do something with my life, No I thought, I am doing something with my life, I am saving many innocent people from these monsters that lay bellow.
I had found out about them after hearing about many deaths, it had started with homeless people and now was spreading to ore important people, merchants, shop owners, it had no links. I knew then it must be them. I asked people about what they saw and it all lead back to this sewer. How could anything survive down here, it was dark and reeking of death. That was how I came to be here, I heard a movement from inside the darkness, the must have caught out scents. A shape moved from within, it began to move quickly, faster than any human could possibly move. It emerged into street and I roared
"Attack!"
It let out a blood curdling cry and instantly it was surrounded by more of them, each of filthy and wearing ragged scraps, but each one beautiful, inhumanly beautiful, I felt a gasp escape my lips, for a moment I was frozen, before I noticed their ruby eyes glinting with hatred and hunger.I felt moment beside me, I watched helplessly as my comrades attacked, their forks bounced of there hard skin, how, how could they repel such blows. I blinked in time to see one heading for me, I ran I knew it was pointless, it would always catch me, but some part of me did not listen and made me run. I felt its ice cold hand close on my neck and it dragged me back. I hit it with all my force, I screamed at fought but it only hurt me, the beast stayed silent before leaning down teeth bared.
I knew it was the end, the end for all of us, none of us would escape its wrath, and we were its prey, so it was hunting. Fear consumed me, but it also brought a strange sort of calm, a dangerous calm, it was to calm. I prayed to the almightily lord in my head before I felt it sink its teeth into my neck. I could feel it drinking my blood greedily letting it pour down its face. It turned its head so quickly I did not see it, it dropped me and I hit the floor barely feeling the pain. I was consumed by the fire now raging in my neck. I howled in agony, why could it not finish the job, it should have killed me, not run away. But what if this was dying, no it could not be, I felt like I was being burnt in the darkest pits of hell. But why was I still here, I could see, I could hear the screams of my friends, that was the worst part, I had lead them to their deaths, this was why I was burning. I knew from my father that anything infected by the monster would be burned. What if I had been infected, what if I was becoming one of them. I gasped with fear; I began to drag myself away. I fell into a pit, I smelt rotten potatoes peels, the smell was becoming stronger as I lay in the pitch black, trying not to scream as the pain spread, it consumed it, I begged god for death instead of this. An then I opened my eyes