Vampire
Monday, August 2nd, 2010
Tonight’s finish
“Who’s there,” Stallo stomped his front feet trying as best he could to put on a brave display. There was a dull thud as his female companion slumped to the floor before she could even reach for her spear.
“Now it is just the two of us,” Bernie phased from the shadows.
“It’s you,” Stallo sighed, “I thought that it might be something dangerous to worry about,” he tried to chuckle but only succeeded in making himself cough.
“I’ve come to call in your debt,” Bernie knelt gently beside the stricken mamasaur keeping a watchful eye on Stallo as she carefully withdrew the spear from its neck and placed her mouth over the wound. She closed her eyes as she drank deeply from its life until the animal breathed no more.
“That’s disgusting,” Stallo said, turning his face away, “I don’t know how you could do that,” he said with an air of aloofness. Stallo let out a small shriek as he felt Bernie’s hand upon his throat.
“How shall I collect the debt,” Bernie looked at Stallo quizzically, “shall I slit you from throat to loin?” she drew a line with a blade as she spoke drawing a trace of blood. “Shall I spear you to the ground and twist until your screams can be heard back at your camp?” She swung her legs up and over Stallo’s back mounting him like a horse while keeping one of her blades pressed firmly to his throat. With a twist of her hips Stallo lay on the ground with the blade still at his throat and one stuck between his ribs draining the air from his lungs. “Now that I have your full attention I will take all that is due to me.”
“Wait,” Stallo gasped, “the female carries my child, you can have it when it is born. I know how much Darklings like newborns.”
Bernie looked toward the female closing her eyes, she could feel the rhythmic beat of the female’s synchronised hearts, “not even a good lie. When she wakes you will be dead and your tribe will not become the slaves of the Cherrup.
“No!” Stallo cried out all too briefly as he felt the fangs in his neck.
There was a huff of air as Bernie slid the blade along Stallo’s ribs releasing his final breath. Though Stallo was a large creature his life was drained from him in few generous heartbeats. Bernie stood up and looked down at the dead centaur, “Another time do not make deals in blood with Darklings as we always collect in full.” Bernie kicked the dried out husk breaking open its once muscular chest. The female centaur groaned softly as she attempted to lift her head from the ground but thought better of it.
Bernie sauntered over to the female, “stay away from Stallo’s people, they belong to us,” she stepped over the female and was gone.
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