Wings of Heaven

Chapter 9|

VIOLETS POV

The ride to Caleb's house was a short one. Neither of us spoke much, except for Chris who just explained to me how we were going to kill the vampire.

"So Violet, quick test. How do you kill a vampire?" He asked.

"I dunno, shove a grenade up its ass?" I asked.

"Funny! But seriously,"

"I guess you would cut its head off. I mean that works for most things right? And using silver would harm them."

"Correct. Although the whole silver harms them is a load of bullshit, so you'll need some dead mans blood."

"I'm sorry did you just say dead mans blood?" I asked

"It acts like a poison to them," explained Gareth.

"I'm not even going to ask how you got it," I said feeling slightly sick.

"That would be wise," replied Gareth.

Soon after we pulled into the driveway of a small ramshackle cabin. There was only a sliver of light coming from inside.

Walking up to the door I held my jacket close to myself. It was getting dark and there was a slight chill.

Chris knocked loudly on the front door and seconds later it was pulled open roughly.

"In now!" Commanded Caleb.

I hurried in the door and Caleb shut it behind me. We followed him into the small living room. It was bare, except for a large wooden desk and mounds of paper and books.

"You took your good sweet time getting here. Almost gave up on you." Said Caleb. He spoke with a gruff voice. He had mud brown eyes and midnight black hair. There was a scar running from his right eye down to his jawline, the edges of which were slightly puckered.

"Well we're here now and that's all that matters," I replied curtly.

Caleb looked up at me curiously, "Who's the chick?" He asked.

"A friend," replied Chris.

"Right then," continued Caleb. "The vamp is hiding out in a barn about ten minutes walk from here. I've tried my best to minimise the casualties but it ain't easy on your own. I figure if you leave now the bastard will be dead in no time."

We nodded in agreement, lucky for us the vampire hadn't created any new ones so it was just the one we had to deal with.

We left Calebs and headed down the road with our supplies. I had a knife in my jacket pocket and a syringe of dead mans blood, for just incase.

"You sure you can walk in those?" Asked Gareth, gesturing to my shoes.

"Ya I'll be fine," I replied

"If you need a hand just ask me okay?"

"Thanks I will."

The barn was just where Caleb said it was. The outside was painted a tacky red colour that was chipping almost everywhere. The doors were rotten and falling apart. All in all it looked like something in a horror movie.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," said Chris, sensing my uneasiness.

"I want to," I said determined.

We pushed open the door, quietly and looked around. It was a lot bigger than it looked from the outside. We knew that staying quiet was a big priority. One false move and that was it, game over.

Chris signalled for us to spilt up and I headed towards the back. It was filled with what looked like empty boxes but as I neared them the stench of blood hit me like a tonne of bricks.