At first, the source of the horrific noise eluded me. Then, necks twisted, causing flesh ripples, stretching and warping like rubber. It was bloody awful, and I couldn't hold back the sick that flew into my mouth. Ironic, considering I had fangs and claws. But this was beyond the supernatural, more like a scene from a horror movie.
The unsettling party tricks continued; each officer turned a rifle on the other. Their creepy, mottled white heads bounced on twisted necks. Michael and I stood, mortified. I hadn't felt fear like this before.
'Those are wise words from someone who barely knows what he is. What if I told you it was already over?'
Each creepy, contorted officer spoke in unison, revealing the elder vampire had taken control. He'd been pulling the strings for a while. The Elder chose this opportune moment to take centre stage.
The elder's words echoed in my mind. Was it already over? We didn't know where Ellena was or when the switch occurred. The Elder flexed his power, making me wonder why he had taken so long to be on the cusp of freedom.
Everything, from the zombie vamps to the fake Ellena and the explosion, was orchestrated for us to see. We endured the pantomime to leverage Duncan's hospitality and make our move.
"Hey, Creepshow. I don't do 'What ifs' but the 'what is', and this is you using theatrics to bully and hide behind walls of people because you're scared. You're scared to go fangs to fangs,"
I had to call his bluff, tired of the shows and the guns in our faces. We've been limping around with blinkers on. Michael gave me a death stare for being bolshy. I hope for a slip-up to connect a 'dot' and find Ellena. The fire's stench aggravated me; we were blind to the strings moving us around like puppets.
'Insolent child in such a rush to die. It would be best to cut your losses and go about your life. Anna was but one woman in an ocean, with plenty more waiting. Now you wish to become a path of bones upon which your kin shall walk, trapped to serve at my heel like all lowly beasts should. Your kind was never Apex Predators. You aren't even the alpha in your pack. You never will be. My kind will rule, and there's nothing you or anyone can do. This battle was lost before it even began.'
The elder's words cut deep, implying the battle was already over. Did they have Ellena, and did the vampires want to rule beyond this small town in Scotland? The four police officers were absent, leaving us to wonder what else the Elder could do. Was there any hope of stopping him?
"That's where bloodfuckers, I mean suckers, have it wrong. We're just in a hurry to make sure you can't drag your beef jerky ass out of your shoe box. I couldn't care less about all the Apex bullshit; it's our job to catch murderers. Coming here was a break. It seems trouble follows. To me, you're just another type of killer. As for 'Anna,' you old fuck, must be going senile; that one is long gone, and it's not polite treading on another man's toes. How about you tell us where she is, and we'll swoop to pick her up? No taxi is needed."
I tried hiding behind the bravado, though deep down, fear gnawed at me. We were in a supernatural pissing contest, and I tried not to do it in my pants. Michael couldn't help but smile as I'd taken a leaf out of his playbook—trash talk to throw them off. I didn't get a response immediately. The heads drifted forward under the moonlight, eyes ghostly white.
Their rifles aimed under their chins—a threat to make them take their own lives. It held little consequence to us, but to this small town, it was likely the extent of its force, a detail they'd notice. Distracted and in awe, I nearly missed the next frightening trick.
'Crack,' 'Pop,' 'Scrrrrttttt,' 'Snap,'
First came the arm, still engulfed in flames, prying itself from below the window line. Fake Ellena was burnt to a crisp, but still alive. Michael and I stared in disbelief as the burnt corpse pulled itself through the door, emitting a screeching groan. Another step into the unknown.
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Secrets In The Bones: The Curse of Blood Bay
Manusia SerigalaIn the serene fishing village of Cruden Bay, Scotland, tranquillity masks a sinister, bloodthirsty secret lurking beneath its picturesque facade for centuries. Detective George Reynolds, fresh from closing the case of the 'Black Widow,' embarks on a...