He sat alone in the TV room blissfully unaware of all that was around him, except for the drone of the television. He was watching some show about vampires, oh how he hated vampires, the only good thing about this show was how the vampires were hunted down like dogs and mercilessly dealt with in a fashion only horror movie enthusiasts could enjoy. Burned, stake through the heart, silver, crosses, holy water…yes there were many ways to deal with the undead.
His kitchen was conveniently beside the television room. And the TV room had a glass door that lead to a porch, it was a nice enough night so the drapes were pulled open, revealing the trees, a soft wind and the glow from the neighbors lights, but there was something else…a shadow that was getting bigger.
He saw the shadow the same time he saw the figure, which at that time it was impossible to escape what would inevitably follow. He froze unable to act or even react to this strange presence. The figure stepped directly in front of the glass window and raised one hand, then extended a finger, the finger slowly started to press against the glass, from the moment its flesh touched the glass a kind of electricity filled the air, and all of a sudden the glass shattered. This abrupt noise seemed to break a hypnotic like trance he was in. He stood up and took a step sideways towards the kitchen.
“Who are you?” he shouted with a trembling voice.
The figure then took a single step inside of the doorframe, but only one step. The figure did two different things, it opened its eyes, revealing a red inferno that the eyelids hid, and it smiled showing long sharpened teeth that were so white they seemed bleached.
Then it hit him, he was standing in front of a vampire.
“What are you?” he asked even though he knew the answer.
It only stood still.
Are you a vampire?” he asked in a quickly fading voice.
It nodded its head, with its red eyes still transfixed on him.
With renown confidence he laughed, actually had the nerve to laugh in front of it.
He said “I know how to kill you and your kind.”
It only stood still.
“You filthy leeches.” he almost spat the words.
It leapt at him.
He took an awkward side step again towards the kitchen just as it came crashing into the couch he had until moments before stood in front of. He bolted for the kitchen and ripped open the utensil drawer and was fumbling around until he found was he was looking for, an ornamental silver knife. He backed himself into a corner just as it got up from the remains of the couch. It had started a slow kind of shuffle towards him by now. It walked towards him until it was standing in front of him, just out of arms reach. He lunged with the knife and the tip penetrated its flesh, for a moment nothing happened, then it took a step forward pushing itself onto the knife.
“Why aren’t you dead?” he asked, his voice seeming to accuse it for drawing breath.
It stood in front of him and simply shook its head; he was hypnotized by its eyes. It raised one of its arms and
(It sure looks human)
Swatted at him, sending him effortlessly crashing into the wall.
He collapsed on the ground and turned his head towards it, his eyes full of accusations.
It turned its head towards him and flashed its fangs.
He screamed.
He was only a police officer on his regular patrol when he got the call about the sounds of screams and breaking glass were coming from next door to this ladies house. He pulled up into the driveway of the house in question and prepared him self for a late night domestic disturbance, the only thing disturbing about this to him though was the fact that they were male screams. He got out of his patrol car and walked up the steps to the door of the house and knocked…no answer, he knocked again but this time a wolf howled in the far distance, sending shivers up his spine and goose bumps all over his arms despite the warm night air, oh how he hated wolves. He un-holstered his gun and tried the door, it was unlocked. He stepped inside and instantly got hit with an overwhelming smell, he didn’t know what it was but he didn’t like it. He pulled out his flashlight and walked into the front entrance.
“Hello?” he called
There was no answer. He made his way into the living room and saw shattered glass and a destroyed couch, a sound in the kitchen made him turn jerkily towards it. He shone his flashlight into the room and there was blood…everywhere, on the walls, ceiling, and floor. It was a complete mess, but in the middle of this mess was a great big wolf. One who had the eyes as red as the devil himself, it stood panting in front of him showing its large pointed teeth.
“Filthy mongrel.” He said almost spitting the words out.
It leapt at him
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