Demon Side

Chapter 33

Micah's Pov.

Vicky tossed me a thick, leather vest, chain-mail, and a thick, pointy, wooden Oak sword. Perfect for killing vampires. The guns were loaded with tiny wooden bullets, with an iron, sharp tip. Perfect for getting deep, trough steel and lodged into a vamp heart. We went out to the wall after i was ready for battle.

We waited a few moments until we heard thunder of about fofty or so vamps, flying across the field. We jumped out at them when they least expected. Tearing out hearts, ripping off heads, dislocatimg shoulders and shoving steaks up their royal bloody asses. The smell of blood made me want to go on a killing spree. I killed every one that came at me. Half of us changed, making it difficult for the vamps to defeat us. I was ripping heads until I saw him. Perfectly standing there. I wasn't going to let him get away with this.

I ran at sprintimg speeds tpwards Carter. We fought and fought. About 85% of all the vamps were dead. Fightimg him seemed to go on forever. Infinite. Almost every vamp was down, 50% of the wherewolves lay on the ground. Still as a statue. I pinned Carter. Shoved the oak through his heart. Suddenly, the world stopped.

He was dead.

Silence and red covered. The battle field. We gathered the wounded and eolled the dead up in tarps. Body after body, pile after pile. The numbers kept adding up. War was a terrible place to be. For anyone. I hated it. But it meant freedom, so be it.

After we were sure we had everyone, I took Vicky with me to get Angie. This was a day worth living.

We walked up through the garden. It was the only way i knew how to get into that slimy place. It stunk of the deceased and blood. I wondered how often they cleaned this hell hole. Couldn't they atleast swept the cobwebs up through the old tunnels?

"Vicky, over here." I said, pointing to a hallway that was sure to lead to somewhere. The only thing i wasn't aware of was the unexpected.