Vampire Hunter: Corey Crowgarden's guide to killing vampires for fun and profit.

Interlude 2

Just a note to readers,
Remember, this is a first draft. I kind of like the format, with a "Lesson" from Corey and hopefully the application of that lesson in the parts. I needed the 'Interlude' scenes to wrap my head around my Antagonist, the Vampire Lord.
What I guess I'm saying is, it's all written in pencil.
Except for the parts in crayon.
:)
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Corey tried but he couldn't read it's thoughts.
Probably because there were none, he thought. The vampires truly slept the sleep of the dead, even the Vampire Lord, but there was an emotional turbulence in Corey's senses. Some primitive, lizard brain emotion, deep in his gut at first whispering, pleading and then screaming to get away.
Corey could feel the tremble start to effect his breathing, and the fear creeping into his consciousness. He would not be able to maintain this much longer.
He mentally backed away, turning his focus away from the fear and back the stairs from the basement.
The Vampire Lord, that he no longer found the courage to call Lord What's it, would not allow his servants to kill him, not yet.
He had to escape, and he had to do it while he had the strength to do it. A few more days on the poison porridge, grave diggers gruel would weaken him almost to paralysis.
He disassembled the cot.
He used one of the lengths to search the ceiling and the corners for a camera. He found one in the middle of the room. It was about four inches across, as near as he could tell, and protected by a dome.
He tore a corner of the thin blanket and tucked it in the square hole at the end of the aluminum dowel. He tied the rest of the blanket wround him like a cloak, making sure to cover his head.
He dipped the piece of the blanket at the end of his six foot aluminum spear and stuck it in the shit that was next to the bucket.
Then he smeared the shit all over the camera dome.
"Try looking through that, mother fuckers."
He removed the rag by stepping on it then dragging the shaft away.
He stomped on the end hard, crushing the edges into a point. He dragged the spear point quickly against the stony floor, causing a spark (that was good to know!) he thought, then crouched near the door and waited.
A few minutes later he heard them. Three he guessed by the cadence of their shoes on the floor. They were close, he guessed by the jangle of keys.
The door kicked open and light flooded in from the corridor. The man had a club, but his eyes were unaccustomed to the dark and then he had the point of a spear in his throat.
He dropped the club, clutched his throat and fell to his knees.
The man behind him pushed his team mate forward and out of the way. He swung his club down, which Corey caught with the length of his spear and pivoted, swinging the end  clockwise and then stabbing down into the mans face.
He screamed and fell as the spear pierced his right eye.
The third jailer had turned and was running down the hall.
Corey considered throwing the spear, but the man was already too close to the corner and too far from him. He was, after all, just using the sharpened edge of a cot beam.
The keys were still in the door, so he took them. He would have liked to search the two men but knew he didn't have time.
He took off at a sprint the other way down the hall. He was free, for now, and he knew the building as well, or likely better, than his jailers.
The place had once been a school but had been empty for many years. The neighbourhood was in decline and there were very few homes near it anymore.
He knew that the doors on his right were to the gym. The doors didn't have any windows in them like classrooms would.
Basement.
The corridor turned to the right. At the end of the corridor on the left there was a double door and stairs. The doors were two panes of glass, separated by a horizontal bar, the kind that swung outward. On his side there was a metal square and flaked paint to push on. Beyond the door was a set of stairs going up and down.
He was certain that they were set with some sort of alarm, and that was exactly what he was counting on. He tried the door but it was locked. There was a fire extinguisher near it, suspended on the wall and a fire alarm to pull.
He pulled the alarm, then smashed the windows with the fire extinguisher, making a hole large enough for him to crouch through.
Then he retreated to the other side of the corridor, unlocked the door and slipped inside and locked it.
In a few minutes he could hear them. Scrambling down the hall and up the stairs.
Corey lie on his belly and looked through the slot at the bottom of the door.
And waited.