Eric's Demons
Chapter Seventeen
Charged by the savage quartet the Nephilim broke as their nerve went. Faced by an attacker suddenly bent on flight Eric outran them, slashing them down without mercy. At his side Olaf matched him kill for kill. On the other side Ulrich had forgotten his sword, was dispatching equal numbers with bare hands and ripped out throats.
But most terrifying of all was Sookie. Full of the alien energy, now enslaved by it, she left many of the Nephilim as boneless wretches on the ground. The final door was open, and she had no desire to close it. Neither did she know how.
Terrible in their vengeance they refused mercy to any of their enemies. Faced with such merciless blood letting the few who remained turned to put up one last fight. The quartet ripped them to pieces.
A mile away on a hilltop Azazel and a handful of his brothers watched as the ageless timeless Nephilim were destroyed by mere animals. Only when it was finally over did they flee.
They would return one day to claim vengeance on the witch for the evil she and her vampire servants had perpetrated on his brothers.
Sookie woke with a start, soaked in sweat and terrified. She had dreamed of them again, the Watchers. This time they had come for her, had kept her alive to watch as they tortured poor handsome Eric to death. Then they had turned on her.
After the battle they had counted the bodies on the ground. Ten vampires lay dead among one hundred and ninety of the Nephilim. Allowing for Satarel and Turel one hundred and ninety two had perished. Eric was adamant they must find the other eight, but they failed. Either they had never been here or they had long since fled.
In the weeks that followed Eric and Ulrich hunted the survivors by night, always coming back empty handed. Sookie had grown accustomed to Olaf's company as he stayed behind to protect her while the others hunted. They became close friends, as she learned to trust him the way Eric did.
One day the survivors would come back for her.