Macabre: Story Of Lucas

Chapter 14 - Hunt

Adrian's heart raced as he entered the dimly lit building, the moonlight casting eerie shadows on the walls. The night sky loomed above, adding an air of secrecy to his mission. He clutched his weapons tightly, the weight of the short-handed shotgun and straight sword giving him a sense of security in the face of the supernatural threat that awaited him. With each step up the stairs, Adrian's anticipation grew. The creaking of the wooden steps seemed to echo through the silence, heightening the tension in his mind. Finally, he reached the third floor, his senses on high alert. Standing before Apartment 32, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the encounter ahead.

Adrian knocked on the door, the sound reverberating in the hallway. From inside, a voice called out, "Who is it?" Adrian responded with a serious tone, "It's David from the upper floor. I have something urgent to discuss with you."

As the door opened, a flicker of recognition crossed Luke's face. Before he could react, a deafening blast shattered the stillness. Adrian's shot struck true, sending Luke hurtling backward. The vampire, though momentarily stunned, quickly regained his composure, his regenerative abilities already working to heal the wound.

"Bloody pest," Luke hissed, his eyes narrowing with rage. He lunged toward Adrian, his unnatural strength propelling him forward. The two adversaries clashed in the narrow hallway, their movements a blur of speed and precision. Luke's ferocity and relentless attacks put Adrian on the defensive, but he fought back with unwavering determination.

Adrian's sword danced through the air, parrying Luke's strikes with calculated finesse. Each clash reverberated through the hallway, their combined force threatening to bring the building to its knees. Luke's regenerative abilities became increasingly apparent as his wounds closed with supernatural swiftness, frustrating Adrian's efforts to land a decisive blow. Sensing an opportunity, Adrian quickly calculated his next move. He aimed his shotgun for a second shot, intending to end the fight once and for all. With a fierce pull of the trigger, the blast echoed through the hallway. But luck was not on Adrian's side as the shot narrowly missed its mark, leaving Luke unscathed.

Undeterred, Luke seized the opening, launching himself at Adrian with renewed vigor. He tackled him to the floor, his inhuman strength overpowering Adrian's resistance. As Luke's claws threatened to tear him apart, Adrian strained to keep the vampire at bay. He knew he had to create some distance, a momentary reprieve to reload his shotgun for one final chance at ending the relentless struggle. The hallway seemed to close in around them, the stale air thick with tension and the scent of blood. Adrian fought against the crushing force, desperately searching for an opportunity to break free. The sound of his own heartbeat pounded in his ears, a reminder of the fragile line between survival and succumbing to the fangs of his formidable opponent.

With Luke's weight bearing down on him, Adrian's muscles strained against the force, his arm throbbing with pain as he mustered every ounce of strength. With a determined grunt, he managed to maneuver his sword, driving it into Luke's side. The vampire howled in agony as the blade tore through flesh, creating a temporary reprieve for Adrian. Seizing the opportunity, Adrian used the momentary distraction to create distance between them. As he scrambled to his feet, his injured arm protested, but adrenaline surged through his veins, numbing the pain. With swift, trembling hands, he reloaded his shotgun, the metallic clinks echoing through the tense silence.

Luke, recovering from the wound, rose to his feet with a feral snarl, his eyes fixed on Adrian. The air crackled with anticipation as the two adversaries locked gazes, each fully aware that this was a battle of survival. Adrian's hand shook as he aimed the shotgun, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that this shot had to count, that it could mean the difference between victory and defeat. The weight of his decisions and the lives hanging in the balance fueled his focus. Without hesitation, Adrian squeezed the trigger, unleashing the deafening roar of the shotgun. The blast echoed through the hallway as the pellets tore through the air with lethal precision. One of the rounds found its mark, striking Luke in the chest. The vampire's scream reverberated through the walls, a chilling testament to the pain he endured. As Luke crumpled to the ground, writhing in agony, Adrian approached with a sense of calm determination. He disregarded his own injuries and the weariness that permeated his body. His eyes met Luke's, a cold resolve burning within them.