The freak vampire screamed as he turned to dust , the world war two era bullets already hitting the side of the wall , their flight barely hindered by their target.
Where was he, and where was his angel…. his thoughts were muddled and fragmented , the small church not helping his recollection at all .
Not a single person noticed as a petite feminine looking boy walked out of the church a fuzzy white hat perched on his head and a green scarf blowing eerily in the wind.
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Red eyes flickered open slowly as it awakened .
Blood.
It's head turned left and right , lengthy white hair occasionally blocking it's vision . The world was a cascade of yellows and purples not a single living…… there !
The creature stumbled forward , barely used muscles awakening . The food was here . Pulsating , bright red , all was quiet , then it struck.
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The sword rang out hitting car's left and right . The metallic beasts never falling , the prince summoned aid , and indeed it came as his army never slept.
The creature would never fall , even with his men's spears and his own broadsword embedded in it …. Although it did bleed a foul smelling liquid .
He summoned another set of warriors . This time archers , their bows alight .
He took one last look at the beast and wondered what the words pet-rol meant .
"FIRE"
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"Heeeeeeeeey babe" slurred the drunkard who was using his exit to balance upon .
"Out of my way now" ,it was a simple almost whisper like command .
"Wait a-hic minnit" hiccupped the man , his whole being reeking of alcohol .
It took less then a second for the girl like boy to scar the drunk for life. The man would never touch a drop of the stuff again and would always need a night-lightfor fears of 'the black red eyes '.
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It gorged itself upon the food , the slaughtered men having given their lives for a much greater purpose.
The thick white mane leapt backwards as it called for its minions . The wolves howled and leaped from their dens while all creatures which crawl and slither reacted to the cry .
"Come , your master beckons you" !.
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The beast had most certainly been a dragon , after all what other creatures kept fire in their stomach ?
He turned with the air of regality that one gains when becoming a king of all he surveys and summoned his steed, the creature appeared blood pouring out of it's eyeless sockets . It stamped it's hooves and let out a irritated whinny before being mounted easily.
"Forward" ! was the cry as the prince made a slight hand gesture and with that the royal army of Wallachia marched forwards through the streets of London .