I’ve been thinking about WIPs and wanted to do something like a serial while I’m going through A&B with Luzon and Wings… and a little plotbunny popped up. Here’s the start…
Disclaimer: blood, death.
Genre: urban fantasy/dark fantasy
Word Count: 411
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The vampire raised his head from his kill, blood dripping slowly from his mouth and his fangs as he hissed at me in anger. I held up my hands in a non-aggressive stance, backing away slowly with both eyes focused squarely on him, watching the muscles bunching and tensing in his body. Shit, I thought, he’s going to go for it.
Letting the body of the emaciated girl he had been feeding upon drop to the ground, he sprang towards me, his hands outstretched like claws. I reached towards my shoulder with one hand, and my hip with the other, drawing my sword and shotgun at the same time. I managed to fire one barrel of the sawed-off before he slammed into me, wounding him but not doing enough damage. Then again, if he ain’t dead-dead, it ain’t enough damage, I thought wryly as the impact sent us both tumbling on the ground and causing me to lose my grip on my sword.
He pinned me to the ground with inhuman strength, reaching forward to drink from my neck. I smiled as I poked the barrel of the sawed-off to his chest and pulled the trigger, splattering blood and bone as the force of the blast threw him off of me. Wiping the gore from my face, I watched him flopping on the ground, his body already starting to heal the gaping wound in his chest. Not the heart… damn, I’m slipping in my old age.
Reaching down to pick up my sword from where it had fallen, I paused as I felt a chill trickle over my skin as the temperature dropped several degrees in the span of a few seconds. Shitshitshit, I thought, grabbing the blade and scanning the area. To my left, and to my right, I saw the tell-tale wisps of black fog surfacing, drifting against the wind towards the vampire as they formed into humanoid shapes. Backing away slowly at first, and quicker as none of the amorphous shapes drifted to me, I abandoned the kill.
The screams of the vampire broke through the ruins as I jogged away, unearthly in tone and lasting longer than was humanly possible. Better him than I, though. I will feed no wraiths this night. A sudden silence fell, ringing with its emptiness, marking the end of the wraiths’ meal. Shrugging at the vampire’s fate, I paused to reload the shotgun and continued my hunt.