Vampire World (VAMPIRE WORLD #1)

Part 39 Ambush

Chapter 38: Ambush

           

I remained by the door as Brett and Mr. FreeCut dug into the kitchen cupboard that was stacked with weapons from the cache. They didn’t ask questions. Meanwhile, Senator Bloodhunt seemed confused as he took hold of a couple of stakes handed to him by Brett.

            Clutching two of the stakes from my belt, I looked out through the peep hole again.

            “They’re gone,” I whispered.

            Brett was holding a stake gun in one hand and a silver blade in the other. Mr. FreeCut was also wielding a knife, together with a bottle of holy water.

            “Where did they go?” Brett asked.

            The strained silence was shattered by a loud bang coming from the rear of the house. A zinging sound followed. It was a sound I'd become very familiar with recently.

            “Duck!” I screamed.

            A stake fired down the hallway and rammed into the kitchen wall, barely missing Mr. FreeCut’s head.

            Two vampires rushed into the kitchen, the first wielding two long blades, the second armed with a stake gun. The first invader swung a blade at Senator BloodHunt, cutting him on the arm. He was about to chop the arm right off when Mr. FreeCut chucked the bottle of holy water at him. This broke on impact, and the water burned through his chest like acid. I attempted to stab the invader in the heart with a stake, just in case the holy water didn’t finish him off completely, but I was violently smacked down onto the floor by the second vampire.

            Grinning, he aimed his gun tight against my neck, puncturing the skin. Just as he was about to fire, I saw the glint of a steel blade swinging in Brett's hand. In one sweet movement he lopped the enemy's arm clean off just above the elbow. The limb and the gun both thumped onto the floor. Blood instantly gushed out of my attacker's ravaged stump. I mean REALLY gushed. No vampire could survive that much loss of blood. With time only for one horrified glance at his severed limb, he fell down dead beside it.

            Shaking, I looked over at the other vampire; he was nothing but a gory mess. The holy water had burned right through his mid-section, effectively cutting him into two pieces.

            We anticipated more invaders rushing in. But for now, all was quiet. Taking advantage of this, I tended to the senator's bleeding arm. Fortunately, the wound was superficial and the Bloodstop ointment sealed it up in no time at all.

            “Are you sure you’re telling me everything?” I grilled him.

            He was too traumatized to answer. Not that there was time to worry about that. The action restarted with the sound of glass shattering in one of the back rooms. This was followed by footfalls and whispering voices.

            “Oh hell,” Mr. FreeCut griped.

            With a stake gun in my hand, I charged down the hallway with Brett and Mr. FreeCut close behind. The voices stopped. Then we heard a peculiar spraying noise.

            All of a sudden I couldn’t move any further. The smell of whatever they were spraying hit me like a bomb. A yellow mist, like a death gas, filtered out from my bedroom into the hallway. My skin began to turn green, a ghastly burning sensation invaded my mouth, and I could barely breathe.

            I caught a glimpse of what was happening in my bedroom. Two vampires wearing gas masks were spraying garlic all over the room from a machine on wheels with a hose attached. They were contaminating everything.