Saint Slayer of the Passover chapter 22
Rustle noise settled into long silence.
Henrickson felt the longer they stay in one place, the demons will track them down easily before they can do anything to defend themselves. "let's go! Ha!" he gave a kick on horse' thigh to start walking down the snowy path.
Clovis done the same and let his horse walk as well.
Another snowy storm hit the moment Wiston family let from their house. Huge snow falls from the sky as it piled up to point where it was difficult to find clear pathway.
Henrickson untied the ribbon that was tied around an animal skin and looked at the drawing of the map.
The map from Salisbury to aldershot. In between there were Amesbury, larkhill, upavo, ludgershail, Andover, whit church, Overton, okalay, basingstronk, hook, odiham then aldershot.
It was clearly longest journey they had to endure because of the snowy winter along with strong storm.
The snow continued to pour as the carriages passed by rocky snowy road slowly carefully. By the time it reached to night, they only made halfway between Amesbury and larkhill. The moon shined brightly across the sky as the nocturnal animals came out of their homes.
"let's camp out of here since this our first night out again." Henrickson looked around to see where a good place to spend their night is.
All the carriages and wagons were parked safety balance or else it tip over.
"whoa." Henrickson stopped his horses and turned to his son who has been riding the horse for nine hours without any rest. "Clovis~"
Clovis couldn't help to have his eyes closed while riding on his horse for long distant hours, and his head leaned on his horse's back, sleeping. "zzzz zzzz"
Henrickson gave a laugh to his son already sleeping so peacefully on the horse which he found uncomfortable if he was in his son's shoes.
"he must have been very tired from the chores he finished this morning." Maria opened and lifted up the curtains, stepping out of the carriage with a lantern in her hands.
Henrickson took off his fur coat, gave it to Clovis and covered him so he won't freeze through the cold winter night.
"I'll set up the camp fire." Maria opened the wagon to find the materials for the camp fire.
One old notebook fell out of Clovis' right pocket onto the snowy ground without having him notice since he was deeply asleep.
Henrickson noticed a notebook fell on the ground and picked up before it got soaked. He flipped some pages and saw strange drawings of creatures such as devils, demons, oros, angels and witches with mythological description. He was amazed to know how Clovis can be artistic creative.
It was midnight when everyone was asleep. A small campfire been set in the middle of the forest. Henrickson sat on a cold hard rock, drinking alcohol to keep himself warm while he watched over his family through the night without any sleep.
Clovis was sleeping peacefully inside the carriage without knowing that his father carried him on his back.
Lousis crouched together and slept with orphanages with one huge fur coat to keep them warm.
Henrickson gave a long sigh and looked up at the sky.
Sudden rustle shifted again one bush to next bush, fast as lightning bolt of a gun bullet. Henrickson spotted a strange shadow shaped creature kept on moving to avoid eyes of henrick's.
Henrickson stopped moving when he heard annoying noise. Similar noise few hours ago at their house. "if you desperately want to kill me, why don't you come out of there? I bet whoever sent you here will be pleased if you did kill me and take my head to them. Am I right?" he said with cheesy words without any fear what will happen if the shadow really did kill him.
Speedy footsteps slowed down as it kept on coming closer to where Henrick was sitting with silent growls of anger.
"come on, what are you waiting for? I am badly drunk to fight a fast creature like you." Henrickson took one more sip of alcohol and pulled out his small gun from his left pocket and point to where the noise coming from the bushes. His eyes were closed but his ears were wide opened to hear where the sound was coming from.
Behind the thick dark bushes, there was only one creature who glared at the man who was standing near the camp fire with the gun. The eyes were colored of crimson red with long fangs that were colored silver edges. Deep claws that can cut through whole tree bark and strong legs to run, or even knock the entire wagon off the edge in forward head-attack.
Henrickson just stood there waiting for the movements to start. Either way, one of them might end up dead or injured fatally.
The creator leaned low forward, ready to attack Henrickson from behind as its eyes were aimed at the head just like Henrickson predicted. A certain werewolf indeed.
As soon as the creature tried to make a move, a gun bullet flew right through the lung of the wolf.
To be continued.