Chapter 24 - Fight Club

He was here! The vampire, his savior had arrived. Greyhair was pleased and left the side of the woman, all thoughts of biting and infecting the little man forgotten. All that could wait until he had the blood of that one.

Watching in fascination he saw the vampire draw up the sleeve of his red shirt, exposing his pale arm.

He watched as the vampire brought his wrist up towards his mouth, eyes turning black and fangs extending. Biting down quickly and ripping the tissues of the wrist open blood began to pore out of the wound and scent the air. Greyhair quivered with excitement turning away from the woman before exploding in a rain of flesh releasing the inner wolf man monster and roared his pleasure at the scent at the blood, his blood for the taking.

...Henry...

Henry kept contact with the Werewolf drawing his attentions away from Vicki by ripping open his flesh, knowing that the scent would drive all other thoughts away.

"Mike, move back towards the wall for protection while I take this one, get to Vicki if you can" whispered Henry never taking his eyes from the 7 foot wolf man in front of him. In all his years as a vampire he had never come across one this big.

Turning his head to the side he counted three more full turned female wolves which had arisen to begin circling him, ignoring Mike for at that moment because of the scent of fresh vampire blood.

Henry spared a moment to assess Vicki and relaxed a fraction hearing her strong and steady heart beat along side the fast, hardy and healthy heartbeat of the baby.

At that moment he also sensed that Bruce was awake but pretending to still be unconscious, the odds got a little better, they might survive this after all.

Flashing over from the corner Henry was hit by the first wolf, a black female and registered the pain of flesh being torn off his shoulder by the razor sharp teeth before he could bring his arms up to propel it over his head and into the wall, in the direction of Mike Celluci.

Mike scrambled to get away but unfortunately was hit by the fast moving wall of fur. Groaning clutching his wounded arm Henry saw Mikes gun careen across the floor of the cavern and into the water.

The wolf man hung back, allowing the females to wear him down before he went in for the kill on the vampire. The humans left would be food for whatever females survived this.

Henry spun around as the white female wolf attacked from the front with the brown coming in from his wounded side pulling him under the water for a second before exploding out using his vampire speed, throwing off both wolves roaring his angry, allowing his own beast full reign.

The bites where not as deep as the first but blood started to pour out of the wounds. Soon his speed and his strength would begin to suffer.

The three females gathered in front of him growling deep within their throats, rejoicing in the taste of him, taking in his scent and his blood and lusting for more. All three crouched and attacked at once rolling over him in a wave of teeth and fur. Henry held the throat of the white female back from his with one hand and with the other tore out her throat throwing her body at the black haired one knocking her off his arm causing her teeth to pull off flesh. The white wolf lay gurgling its last breath against the filthy floor.

The brown haired wolf had her teeth in bedded in this abdomen while Henry was busy with the first two. She was trying to bite way into his intestines loving the way the blood moved down her parched throat. With lightening speed he brought down his hand on the back of her neck. The snap of broken spine echoed with the small room. Henry staggered to his feet and spun around at the sound of a shot coming from his right.

Mike had found his gun and had shot at the black female as she charged him catching her in the shoulder before he was thrown down under her weight crashing into him. The wolfs teeth bit into his arm as they went down in a heap against the wall. Henry was torn between going to Mike or trying to destroy the wolfman.

Before Henry could move to help Mike the claws of the wolfman raked through his jacket digging deep into his flesh before lifting him off the ground and tossing him against the wall besides Bruce with a sickening crunch.

Henry lay there bleeding, not moving trying to gather up his strength to fight even after the sever injuries and blood loss. Using the last of his reserves he staggered away towards the wolfman who was licking his blood off his paws.

"Your woman tastes almost as good as you" he rasped using his man/wolf throat not designed for speech.

"I'll make you a deal gasped Henry, you can have me, I'll open my throat to you just let her go" said Henry looking up towards the wolf man and exposing his throat to him.

"I already have you my friend, why should I give up desert, he rasped back chuckling. Besides, I'm sure she wouldn't want to miss out on this tasty treat" he said indicating to his massive genitalia and laughing at Henry's horrified expression.

He would have to fight, there would be no bargains this day.

Henry moved circling until the wolfmans back was towards Bruce. Here was his final trump card.

The wolfman smiled knowing his prize was so close now he could afford to enjoy the moment. Moving slowly towards the vampire he felt surprise as a burning pain lashed across his neck, slicing into his flesh. Roaring he brought his hand/paws desperately to his throat trying to grasp the razor wire digging into his flesh and feeling the weight of the human behind him dragging the wire deeper into his throat, causing his blood and life force to flow out as it cut across the artery.

"I've lost a pair of perfectly good Italian shoes, someone's got to pay" whispered Bruce into the wolfmans ear enjoying the feeling of the blood pouring down his hands. Bruce loved up close and personal pain, it just flat out did it for him.

Greyhair roared reaching around behind himself throwing the little one off before having the breath knocked out by the charging vampire who was using the moment. The little one bounced off the far wall into a heap, the police officer with blood streaming down his face crawled over towards him having finished off the black wolf with a second shot.

Henry knew this was the time to kill the wolfman, using his weight to bring him down leaning onto his chest and extending his fangs fully, tearing into the already bloody flesh. The wolfman roared back into his face as Henry brought his good arm up and plunged it into the heaving chest, breaking ribs, pushing through the lungs to grasp the beating heart within his hand. Grasping it firmly he tore it from the wolfmans chest, flinging it into the water.

Henry pulled back looking into his enemy's eyes wanting to watch the lights from them fade before realizing his mistake. In one final move the wolfman lunged back towards Vicki driving a 4 inch claw into her chest before collapsing in a shuddering pile at her feet.