Six vampires surrounded the mysterious man who had just dusted three of their brothers. They were threatened, sure, probably even scared; but they wanted vengeance, even if it meant costing them their unlives. They brandished their weapons at him, a variety of bats and crowbars, knives, and even an axe. They felt confident that, although one or two more may fall, they were going to kill this man.
The tension was so high that mere moments seemed to last for hours and a couple of the vamps were getting itchy. Finally, one lunged at the stranger, bringing its bat across in a wide arc. The stranger spun, his long, black coat swirling in the air and confusing the vamp. The bat missed its mark and the stranger spun around the vamp, burying a wooden stake in its back and turning it to dust. That was now four with hardly any effort.
"You guys can make this easier on yourselves by just telling me where Damien is," the stranger spoke, his voice very commanding. He pulled another stake out of his coat and ran a hand through his dark hair.
Another vampire jumped at the man, slashing wildly with a knife that, by all rights, should have been called a sword. The stranger used his coat again as a distraction and backed away from the vampire. The one behind him swung with another bat and the stranger instinctively ducked. The bat hit the knife-wielding vamp in the face and sent it onto its back, holding its shattered nose. There was almost no dely as the stranger stood back up an kicked the vampire in the back. The vampire dropped its bat and crashed into the vampire holding the axe. The stranger threw his stake and turned the vampire to dust.
There was another slight pause. The stranger assessed the four remaining vampires. One held the axe, another a smaller knife, the third had a crowbar, and the last, a big vamp, held a large wooden baseball bat with large spikes jutting out of it. They growled, trying to unease the stranger, but could find no signs of succeeding.
All four vampires attacked simultaneously this time, with the knife coming from the front. The stranger grabbed the vamp's arm and flung him into the big vamp with the bat. The axe swung in a downward motion and the stranger stepped back in just enough time to see the blade barely miss the tip of his nose. He kicked the vamp and continued his spin to slam his fist into the crowbar-swinging vampire.
There was barely a movement and the stranger pulled another stake out of his coat. He grabbed the vampire he just punched by the hair and pulled its head back. The vampire hissed as the stranger drove his stake into its heart.
The axe-wielding vampire charged again, swinging the axe at the stranger's head. The stranger caught the axe by the handle, rolled his body with it, and disarmed the vampire, sending it face first into the dirt. He continued the circular motion to swing the axe at the knife using vamp and decapitated it.
The big vampire walked towards the stranger, the spiked-bat held high above his head. "Going to make you wish you were never born," I growled.
"Doubt that," the stranger retorted. Using both hands, he flung the axe at the vamp, splitting its face in two. The vamp fell to the ground. The one- time owner of the axe charged the stranger again, and received a stake to its heart in return.
"So fast...," it muttered before turning to dust.
The stranger walked over to the big vampire who lay on the ground with an axe buried in its face. "Who...are you?" it asked.
"My name is Damon," the stranger answered. "And you're going to tell me where my brother is."
Johnny Benson pulled his old Dodge truck over to the side of the interstate. It was dark outside and not much light, but he was sure he saw someone walking on the side of the road. He waited for a few minutes, trying to see back through the dark before finally shutting his truck off and opening his door.
"I could have sworn..." he muttered, holding a hand above his eyes as if a glare was blinding him. He couldn't see anyone down the road and a passing car's headlights illuminated the road he through the saw the traveler.
Johnny turned and climbed back into his truck. He started it up and, after taking a second to look back one last time, pulled back onto the interstate. It was quiet so he reached down to turn his radio on.
"Thanks for the lift," a calm voice spoke from the passenger seat. Johnny actually cried out and jumped in his seat, causing him to lose control of the vehicle and come to a rather sudden and screeching halt on the side of the interstate once again.
"Jesus H. Christ!" Johnny yelled as he looked at his new passenger. "Where the hell did you come from?"
"No need to yell and curse," the man said. At least Johnny thought it was a man. The voice sounded like a man but the shadows seemed to stay right in place around this guy. It was as if he sucked in all light around him. And was that sudden chill emanating from him?
"Sorry, fella, but you startled me, coming out of nowhere and all like that."
"I can understand that, but you have no reason to be scared." There was definitely something off about this guy, but Johnny didn't want to find out what. To be perfectly honest, he didn't even want to be in the truck with him.
"So where you headed," Johnny asked, trying to sound casual. And I hope it's the next exit I pass.
"Not quite," the passenger said, and a strong chill raced right down Johnny's spine. "But it's not far up the road."
"How far exactly? Not to be rude or anything."
Johnny noticed that the passenger made no movements what-so-ever. Not even a jaw line movement when he talked. There was a silence for the longest time and Johnny was wondering if the passenger forgot to answer him. He took a couple glances at the passenger, but dared not to look too hard.
"You can let me off in Cleveland," the passenger finally said.
The tension was so high that mere moments seemed to last for hours and a couple of the vamps were getting itchy. Finally, one lunged at the stranger, bringing its bat across in a wide arc. The stranger spun, his long, black coat swirling in the air and confusing the vamp. The bat missed its mark and the stranger spun around the vamp, burying a wooden stake in its back and turning it to dust. That was now four with hardly any effort.
"You guys can make this easier on yourselves by just telling me where Damien is," the stranger spoke, his voice very commanding. He pulled another stake out of his coat and ran a hand through his dark hair.
Another vampire jumped at the man, slashing wildly with a knife that, by all rights, should have been called a sword. The stranger used his coat again as a distraction and backed away from the vampire. The one behind him swung with another bat and the stranger instinctively ducked. The bat hit the knife-wielding vamp in the face and sent it onto its back, holding its shattered nose. There was almost no dely as the stranger stood back up an kicked the vampire in the back. The vampire dropped its bat and crashed into the vampire holding the axe. The stranger threw his stake and turned the vampire to dust.
There was another slight pause. The stranger assessed the four remaining vampires. One held the axe, another a smaller knife, the third had a crowbar, and the last, a big vamp, held a large wooden baseball bat with large spikes jutting out of it. They growled, trying to unease the stranger, but could find no signs of succeeding.
All four vampires attacked simultaneously this time, with the knife coming from the front. The stranger grabbed the vamp's arm and flung him into the big vamp with the bat. The axe swung in a downward motion and the stranger stepped back in just enough time to see the blade barely miss the tip of his nose. He kicked the vamp and continued his spin to slam his fist into the crowbar-swinging vampire.
There was barely a movement and the stranger pulled another stake out of his coat. He grabbed the vampire he just punched by the hair and pulled its head back. The vampire hissed as the stranger drove his stake into its heart.
The axe-wielding vampire charged again, swinging the axe at the stranger's head. The stranger caught the axe by the handle, rolled his body with it, and disarmed the vampire, sending it face first into the dirt. He continued the circular motion to swing the axe at the knife using vamp and decapitated it.
The big vampire walked towards the stranger, the spiked-bat held high above his head. "Going to make you wish you were never born," I growled.
"Doubt that," the stranger retorted. Using both hands, he flung the axe at the vamp, splitting its face in two. The vamp fell to the ground. The one- time owner of the axe charged the stranger again, and received a stake to its heart in return.
"So fast...," it muttered before turning to dust.
The stranger walked over to the big vampire who lay on the ground with an axe buried in its face. "Who...are you?" it asked.
"My name is Damon," the stranger answered. "And you're going to tell me where my brother is."
Johnny Benson pulled his old Dodge truck over to the side of the interstate. It was dark outside and not much light, but he was sure he saw someone walking on the side of the road. He waited for a few minutes, trying to see back through the dark before finally shutting his truck off and opening his door.
"I could have sworn..." he muttered, holding a hand above his eyes as if a glare was blinding him. He couldn't see anyone down the road and a passing car's headlights illuminated the road he through the saw the traveler.
Johnny turned and climbed back into his truck. He started it up and, after taking a second to look back one last time, pulled back onto the interstate. It was quiet so he reached down to turn his radio on.
"Thanks for the lift," a calm voice spoke from the passenger seat. Johnny actually cried out and jumped in his seat, causing him to lose control of the vehicle and come to a rather sudden and screeching halt on the side of the interstate once again.
"Jesus H. Christ!" Johnny yelled as he looked at his new passenger. "Where the hell did you come from?"
"No need to yell and curse," the man said. At least Johnny thought it was a man. The voice sounded like a man but the shadows seemed to stay right in place around this guy. It was as if he sucked in all light around him. And was that sudden chill emanating from him?
"Sorry, fella, but you startled me, coming out of nowhere and all like that."
"I can understand that, but you have no reason to be scared." There was definitely something off about this guy, but Johnny didn't want to find out what. To be perfectly honest, he didn't even want to be in the truck with him.
"So where you headed," Johnny asked, trying to sound casual. And I hope it's the next exit I pass.
"Not quite," the passenger said, and a strong chill raced right down Johnny's spine. "But it's not far up the road."
"How far exactly? Not to be rude or anything."
Johnny noticed that the passenger made no movements what-so-ever. Not even a jaw line movement when he talked. There was a silence for the longest time and Johnny was wondering if the passenger forgot to answer him. He took a couple glances at the passenger, but dared not to look too hard.
"You can let me off in Cleveland," the passenger finally said.