A Night's Work
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Chapter Three: Memories of a Broken Evening
80 years the town has stood, 75 of those years I was around. This was all nothing but a refugee camp. Tents and sheds… years later a community sprang.
I remember the first walls of the first house being built, the first cross on the church, the first cobble stone on the town square, the first birth, the first death. I also remember the last message we'd ever hear from the outside. The telegram wrote only one word.
"Vampires"
No one understood, be we would all soon see. The first scream, the first cracks on the glass mirrors, the first cross on the church twisting horribly out of shape, the first wilting flowers, the first drop of blood shed. A handful of us made it through the night. The next night would hold more horror for us then any night we'd ever had endure before we settled there. People you've seen, people you knew, people you loved, in the shadows, feeding on those who still lived.
Images of blood and hate and fear painted the thoughts of those who managed to live through that night. And we cried, streams of tears trickling down our cheeks.
We were all alone.
Until the hunter came.
The tall figure bathed in black light, riding his mechanical steed. A wide brimmed hat adorned his head. He walked to me and knelt down, his shadow covering me, a deep fear seeping into my veins.
"Don't be afraid." He said. I nodded, tears still rolling from my eyes.
"What's your name child?" he asked, I answered
"Abraham Relish."
"Hello Abraham, where is everyone else?"
"In the night… they come out…" and I cried again.
"Don't worry… I'm here."
He kept me by his side as night crept across the sky. I stayed close under his cloak as the shadows grew long on the ground. And when the light drained from the sky the howls began. I cowered in fear under the hunters cloak as hoards of dark figures spread across the street. They fell on us and all I could here were my screams.
I woke and light invaded my eyes. I lay on a bed, my body bandaged. Across the room the hunter stood. He spoke,
"Your safe, keep you cross close." And he walked away towards the door.
"Wait!" I began, "what's your name?"
He turned his head,
"D"
and then he shut the door.
Abraham Relish woke from a vivid dream.
Sweat covered his face, his eyes shot and wide open, scouring the room. He tried to stand but his body would not permit it. He raised his voice.
"Help…" he cried, then silence reigned the room.
He could not feel his body, darkness seemed to float around him. He looked down onto his torso and found it bandaged and dressed. That was no dream. He was indeed attacked. Lucky he was still alive he thought.
"Sir?" a voice broke the silence as a pillar of light invaded the room.
"Who…?" he asked, squinting in the light.
"Its me sir." The man replied. He was the man from the sheriff's post not long ago.
Abraham stared at him with the most desolate of eyes.
"Get the Hunter… D…" then he drifted of into sleep.