Authors note: Is my grammar super confusing to any of you? If so let me know, it probably wouldn't change anything if you told me though...
"The deal is simple, let us join forces." The vampire said with confidence.
"Forces? The only one with a 'force' is I, not you." OHM said in reply.
"What should I call you, what's your human name?" The vampire asked.
"Now why should I tell you that? We're sworn enemies, one Hive Mind is an enemy of a Hive Mind of a different species." OHM said; his words crawled out of his mouth with a slow easy but confident drawl, "How about we…fuck your proposal, eh?"
"Just give me 3 days! That's all I'm asking for…you have almost a half a million Hive Minds, and I'm just myself!" The vampire pleaded his voice now sounding desperate.
"To bad…so sad." OHM said, and his words were echoed by the unanimous majority of the giant mob standing behind him, "Time to die, Vampire Hive Mind."
With plenty of screeches the now transformed Human Hive Minds rushed the vampire. At that moment the ancient monster of the night suddenly gained back his powers, and unleashed them…into nothing.
The vampire was falling, head first, towards the ground. As his head smashed into the concrete there by breaking off and separating from the neck, a piece of broken piping sticking him through the now exposed neck and halfway to his stomach, he contemplated what would happen to the two bitten humans at the top of the three towers.
One of the Human Hive Minds morphed into a terrifying form. Something the vampire's eyes were not meant to see. The great and majestic beast raised its head, and roared at the heavens.
The sound was so deafening, his ears so close, the vampire went deaf. 'There's only one creature that can make such a loud sound…a dragon.' The vampire thought to himself right before the beast bellowed, and shot white pure dragon flame. The pure holy substance completely consumed, and the vampire who had lived for nearly 10,000 years died instantly.
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The priest, now finished with screaming 'die Satan!' at the struggling Renee, took in a deep breath ready to shout some more. 'Alright I've had enough of this,' Jane thought, 'Time to put this…weirdo out of his misery.'
It had been a while since Jane had acted outside of Aro's request and bitten a human. Usually when Jane fed, it was always by drinking the blood from a glass, sucking it from a ready made wound, or tearing open Baggies that contained stored cold blood.
And besides Jane hadn't reveled in the satisfaction of taking someone's life for quite some time. She knew Bella wouldn't like it, but they were literally a world apart, so anything Jane did Bella wouldn't know about.
Walking slowly forward Jane contemplated and ultimately decided to attack the one submerging Renee first…she would deal with the screaming priest after that.
Jane bit into the man's soft fleshy neck; he was a pub bruiser with just a hint of oldness creeping onto him, without his knowing of course. After the bite came the sucking, and the blood tasted…meh. Which meant half good, but also half bad.
Jane slowly drained the pub bruiser, in the process of doing so the weirdo priest pulled a cross from out of his robes. The longer part of the cross was a blade, and the size of the cross was about the size of an average adult's forearm.
With a few nonsense words about wishing for god's blessing in 'killing this vile damned creature' the weirdo priest slammed the blade up to the hilt into Jane's back.
The holy cross blade was so long that it ended up piercing the human pub bruiser's heart, after it had passed through Jane's upper body. "Aw…damn it. I was going to let you live, but now that you've stabbed me? You won't live to see tomorrow." Jane's voice was cold dark and fear inducing when she said this to the weirdo priest.
The weirdo priest in question didn't back down and pulled another holy cross blade out from…somewhere.
"This is for all the innocent people you killed in recent years!" The priest yelled.
"Oh really? And what, pray tell, was the other stab for?" Jane asked her voice dangerously sarcastic.
"I meant the first one for the filthy creature that hadn't yet been exorcised. The one exorcism that you had walked into and decided to interrupt."
"Exorcism?" Jane said incredulously, "You were just screaming, 'be gone Satan' over and over again. That doesn't sound like an exorcism to me."
"How would you, a damned creature of the night, possible know how to perform a proper exorcism?" The priest asked his voice calm, not betraying the immense, and growing, fear that was slowly raging within him.
"I've watched all the modern movies about exorcism…I also researched heavily into the subject…and now know more that anyone would care…or hope to…dream…no see…damn it…know about exorcisms." Jane's voice was stuttering, the knife in her back must have somehow interrupted her throat, and impeded her vocal cords from sounding properly.
"Slowly dying?" The priest said confidently.
Jane's mouth opened to form a question…but the priest put his hand up and said, "I am with the holy order of the Golem's. These powerful and wise mythical creatures have declared war on the vampires."
"You fool! Don't you realize all of the HIVE MINDS are warring against one another?" Jane screamed because she found her self completely immobile.
"Yes…I do realize that." The priest said, "I also realize that these Hive Mind wars cannot resolve themselves if we, the Golems and Vampires do not fight each other towards extinction."