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Tanya
Fayes stared at her watch, counting down the seconds. Almost go time, she thought. Three,
two, one, and here we go. She yanked hard on the door handle, and stepped
into the room, sunlight blazing around her from the door.
“Stay right the fuck there!” she yelled, aiming her pistol at a cluster of vampires. From the look of it, they were imps that’d just been torturing insects for entertainment.
“Whyyyy!” one of them spat, prompting Tanya to fire a round into the wall behind them.
“Because next time I’m not going to shoot the fucking wall, you sadistic shits,” she replied.
Although obviously pissed, the imps stayed put as Tanya stepped into the room, allowing Claire Firth and Leon Graves to come in behind her. “Pretty sure you just woke all of ‘em up, Tanya,” said Leon as he went past, heading for the door opposite. Claire giggled, and Tanya rolled her eyes.
“Keep moving,” she said.
Leon and Claire made their way through a couple of rooms before encountering any more resistance. Half way through what looked like some kind of lounge or staffroom, a pair of vampires (the ‘ordinary’ kind that no-one had a fancy name for) came in, knives in hand. “Fuck!” one of them yelled, bolting to get more help. The other advanced carefully towards Leon, who was seemingly unarmed.
“I got this, babe,” he said to Claire (whose hand had gone to her holstered revolver).
“I’ll cover your back, honey bunny,” she replied, smiling and turning. Leon advanced towards the vampire slowly. The vampire was a tall, muscular man – quite possibly a professional body builder – and he held a thirty-odd centimetre knife in hand. His face, however, was confused – Leon was a seventeen year old kid; not really scrawny but in no way physically intimidating.
Then Leon shot fire from his hands at the vampire’s face, lighting him up like a candle. As he started to scream and dropped his knife, Leon rushed up and jammed his own knife – a military combat knife he’d been given by Zach Corvus – through the vampire’s throat, severing his spine.
The vampire toppled to the ground, and Leon retrieved his knife before staggering. “Ugh,” he said, rubbing his head with his free hand. “I think I overdid it again, babe. Shoulder?”
Claire shook her head and giggled as she came up to lend her boyfriend her shoulder. “You keep doing that, you know,” she said. “Are you trying to impress me?”
“Banter after headache,” replied Leon. “Head hurty.”
Meanwhile, on the other side of the building, Lucy Drake was merrily holding back a group of fifteen vampires with a constant stream of flame that came from all around her. “Damn, you’re really cutting loose today Lucy!” hollered May Dreyson, as she fired her pistol rapidly into the bottlenecked vampires.
“It’s because Leon isn’t here to feel outdone,” yelled Daniel Fayes in reply. “And she can’t hear you over all the fire she has going!”
The trio were holding a corridor to allow the rest of their party – who had taken the front door – a path through to their target; an aristocrat vampire that had been biting several members of their group of survivors for the past couple of days.
As yet another vampire collapsed under the combination of fire and bullets, May let a happy woop. “It’s good to be fighting these bastards for once, instead of cowering and hiding,” she said, mostly to herself (given the noise).
The rest of the front entrance party – Zach, Naomi Drake and Renee Norman – were fighting a group of imp and plain vampires right outside of the aristocrat’s chamber. Zach and Naomi were taking pot shots – with an automatic shotgun and fireballs respectively – at vampires who were poking their heads in and trying to advance from an area out on their left. On the right, Renee was carving through vampire after vampire with her empowered sword; her pure white armour covered with blood from those she was killing.
Leon and Claire merged from another door as they fought. “The other door’s barricaded up,” Leon said, moving up to Zach, Claire right behind him.
“We’ll be done here soon,” replied Zach. “Then we can move in. Renee!”
“Yeah?” Renee replied, though still engrossed in her melee.
“Hold here as we head in,” Zach yelled, his voice somehow managing to pierce the noise of his shotgun firing another round into a foolish vampire.
“Gotcha!” said Renee, dispatching another opponent and beginning to back up towards the central double door. The rest of the group rushed for it, and pulled it open.
In the centre of the room lay an ornate stone coffin – like many other aristocrats, this one was a sucker for theatrics. Surrounding it, in various states of sleeping and dozing, were seven scantily clad plain vampires. Zach grinned. “I’ve been wanting to do this all week,” he said, and switched his shotgun to full auto.
The first series of bangs – no longer muffled by the walls of the room – woke all the vampires; except the one it hit, who became, for the most part, a red mist. The others had no more luck than the first as Zach expertly (and with glorious overkill) obliterated them all in seconds.
“Bloody hell!” said Naomi, taking her hands off her ears. “Why the hell is it louder when it’s doing that?”
Zach laughed, and said, “Something to do with how the chamber gets cleared. Awesome, isn’t it?”
Naomi shook her head, and the group advanced on the coffin. “My turn,” said Leon, placing his hands on the coffin. A few seconds later, a scream came from within, and the lid was pushed up from the inside.
Which prompted Zach to aim his shotgun through the small gap, and pull the trigger. A terrible screech rent the air for a second as Zach’s shotgun fire round after round, but then there was silence.
After a few seconds, Leon heaved the lid fully off. Inside lay a charred body, large chunks blasted away by Zach’s shotgun. “Mission accomplished,” said Zach with a grin. “Leon! High five! Those flames of yours are damn useful for keeping them from going mist on us.” Leon obliged, and the group split up to make their exits.
When Zach, Naomi and Renee (almost entirely covered in blood) rejoined Lucy, Daniel and May there were only a couple of vampires still alive; and they were cowering out of sight. “I guess things went well here, then?” said Naomi.
“Hell yeah,” replied May.
On the other side of the building, Claire and Leon rejoined Tanya. “Why are all the vampires dead?” asked Claire, noticing that the imps had all been shot.
“They moved,” replied Tanya. “Let’s go.”
Leon chuckled as he and Claire followed Tanya out.
The group piled into their cars, driven by their combat avoiding (Neil Freyghkt) and busy empowering objects (Jake Hall) group members.
“Perfect victory?” asked Jake, as Naomi hopped into the passenger seat beside him.
“Of course,” replied Naomi, leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek. “Now drive, I wanna make sure we got the right one this time.”
In the other car, Neil got a high five from Zach as he hopped into the passenger seat. In the back, Leon said, “Shit we’re awesome.”
Claire smiled, and Tanya said, “Hell yeah.” Leon raised his fist, and with a broad grin Tanya gave him an epic brofist.
“Stay right the fuck there!” she yelled, aiming her pistol at a cluster of vampires. From the look of it, they were imps that’d just been torturing insects for entertainment.
“Whyyyy!” one of them spat, prompting Tanya to fire a round into the wall behind them.
“Because next time I’m not going to shoot the fucking wall, you sadistic shits,” she replied.
Although obviously pissed, the imps stayed put as Tanya stepped into the room, allowing Claire Firth and Leon Graves to come in behind her. “Pretty sure you just woke all of ‘em up, Tanya,” said Leon as he went past, heading for the door opposite. Claire giggled, and Tanya rolled her eyes.
“Keep moving,” she said.
Leon and Claire made their way through a couple of rooms before encountering any more resistance. Half way through what looked like some kind of lounge or staffroom, a pair of vampires (the ‘ordinary’ kind that no-one had a fancy name for) came in, knives in hand. “Fuck!” one of them yelled, bolting to get more help. The other advanced carefully towards Leon, who was seemingly unarmed.
“I got this, babe,” he said to Claire (whose hand had gone to her holstered revolver).
“I’ll cover your back, honey bunny,” she replied, smiling and turning. Leon advanced towards the vampire slowly. The vampire was a tall, muscular man – quite possibly a professional body builder – and he held a thirty-odd centimetre knife in hand. His face, however, was confused – Leon was a seventeen year old kid; not really scrawny but in no way physically intimidating.
Then Leon shot fire from his hands at the vampire’s face, lighting him up like a candle. As he started to scream and dropped his knife, Leon rushed up and jammed his own knife – a military combat knife he’d been given by Zach Corvus – through the vampire’s throat, severing his spine.
The vampire toppled to the ground, and Leon retrieved his knife before staggering. “Ugh,” he said, rubbing his head with his free hand. “I think I overdid it again, babe. Shoulder?”
Claire shook her head and giggled as she came up to lend her boyfriend her shoulder. “You keep doing that, you know,” she said. “Are you trying to impress me?”
“Banter after headache,” replied Leon. “Head hurty.”
Meanwhile, on the other side of the building, Lucy Drake was merrily holding back a group of fifteen vampires with a constant stream of flame that came from all around her. “Damn, you’re really cutting loose today Lucy!” hollered May Dreyson, as she fired her pistol rapidly into the bottlenecked vampires.
“It’s because Leon isn’t here to feel outdone,” yelled Daniel Fayes in reply. “And she can’t hear you over all the fire she has going!”
The trio were holding a corridor to allow the rest of their party – who had taken the front door – a path through to their target; an aristocrat vampire that had been biting several members of their group of survivors for the past couple of days.
As yet another vampire collapsed under the combination of fire and bullets, May let a happy woop. “It’s good to be fighting these bastards for once, instead of cowering and hiding,” she said, mostly to herself (given the noise).
The rest of the front entrance party – Zach, Naomi Drake and Renee Norman – were fighting a group of imp and plain vampires right outside of the aristocrat’s chamber. Zach and Naomi were taking pot shots – with an automatic shotgun and fireballs respectively – at vampires who were poking their heads in and trying to advance from an area out on their left. On the right, Renee was carving through vampire after vampire with her empowered sword; her pure white armour covered with blood from those she was killing.
Leon and Claire merged from another door as they fought. “The other door’s barricaded up,” Leon said, moving up to Zach, Claire right behind him.
“We’ll be done here soon,” replied Zach. “Then we can move in. Renee!”
“Yeah?” Renee replied, though still engrossed in her melee.
“Hold here as we head in,” Zach yelled, his voice somehow managing to pierce the noise of his shotgun firing another round into a foolish vampire.
“Gotcha!” said Renee, dispatching another opponent and beginning to back up towards the central double door. The rest of the group rushed for it, and pulled it open.
In the centre of the room lay an ornate stone coffin – like many other aristocrats, this one was a sucker for theatrics. Surrounding it, in various states of sleeping and dozing, were seven scantily clad plain vampires. Zach grinned. “I’ve been wanting to do this all week,” he said, and switched his shotgun to full auto.
The first series of bangs – no longer muffled by the walls of the room – woke all the vampires; except the one it hit, who became, for the most part, a red mist. The others had no more luck than the first as Zach expertly (and with glorious overkill) obliterated them all in seconds.
“Bloody hell!” said Naomi, taking her hands off her ears. “Why the hell is it louder when it’s doing that?”
Zach laughed, and said, “Something to do with how the chamber gets cleared. Awesome, isn’t it?”
Naomi shook her head, and the group advanced on the coffin. “My turn,” said Leon, placing his hands on the coffin. A few seconds later, a scream came from within, and the lid was pushed up from the inside.
Which prompted Zach to aim his shotgun through the small gap, and pull the trigger. A terrible screech rent the air for a second as Zach’s shotgun fire round after round, but then there was silence.
After a few seconds, Leon heaved the lid fully off. Inside lay a charred body, large chunks blasted away by Zach’s shotgun. “Mission accomplished,” said Zach with a grin. “Leon! High five! Those flames of yours are damn useful for keeping them from going mist on us.” Leon obliged, and the group split up to make their exits.
When Zach, Naomi and Renee (almost entirely covered in blood) rejoined Lucy, Daniel and May there were only a couple of vampires still alive; and they were cowering out of sight. “I guess things went well here, then?” said Naomi.
“Hell yeah,” replied May.
On the other side of the building, Claire and Leon rejoined Tanya. “Why are all the vampires dead?” asked Claire, noticing that the imps had all been shot.
“They moved,” replied Tanya. “Let’s go.”
Leon chuckled as he and Claire followed Tanya out.
The group piled into their cars, driven by their combat avoiding (Neil Freyghkt) and busy empowering objects (Jake Hall) group members.
“Perfect victory?” asked Jake, as Naomi hopped into the passenger seat beside him.
“Of course,” replied Naomi, leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek. “Now drive, I wanna make sure we got the right one this time.”
In the other car, Neil got a high five from Zach as he hopped into the passenger seat. In the back, Leon said, “Shit we’re awesome.”
Claire smiled, and Tanya said, “Hell yeah.” Leon raised his fist, and with a broad grin Tanya gave him an epic brofist.
***
Tanya
awoke from her dream with a snap. She’d fallen asleep at a desk, rough
calculations and notes spread before her. She leant back in her chair and
sighed; her eyes clouding and tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.
As she sobbed softly, a voice came from behind her. “Has something happened?” it asked, concerned.
“I-” Tanya breathed deeply, calming her sobs, “I had a dream. What might have been, maybe? If-if they weren’t all dead, and worse. God.”
Tanya laid her arms on the desk, put her head in her hands, and started to cry.
As she sobbed softly, a voice came from behind her. “Has something happened?” it asked, concerned.
“I-” Tanya breathed deeply, calming her sobs, “I had a dream. What might have been, maybe? If-if they weren’t all dead, and worse. God.”
Tanya laid her arms on the desk, put her head in her hands, and started to cry.
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