Cavaliere del Giardino Overture

Chapter 3

A sudden noise brought them to the window. A body collided against the glass, A crack runs across the glass, finding the weaknesses that were once invisible. From a perfect window to something belonging in the downtown core happens faster than the naked eye can appreciate. Then like a coil suddenly relieved of tension the new fragments fly outward until they lie still yet vicious in the failing grass.

A corpse hit the floor as Pilo aimed his fingers at the window. The woman on the floor was lifeless. Lifeless. Her auburn hair was scattered in multiple places, stained with dried blood; crimson. Her emerald green eyes were wide open, but her jade irises held a sudden sadness. Her clothes, a lime green tunic, and some black capris were bloody. Samantha gripped the needle as A figure slowly stepped out of the broken glass.

White with dark spots on his skin, blood dripping down his chin, his pale blue eyes focusing on the two, his back glowing red as he grinned. His white hair braided as he licked his lips. "Oh my," he whispered. "A 3-course Dinner," he said to himself. The vampire stared at Pilo first, "I see, A honey bee, I bet you taste amaz-" A sudden bullet split through his forearm.

"That was a warning shot," He shouted out to the taller vampire. "My others won't be so nice," He said before watching the vampire lick at the forearm. "What the fuck?" He mumbled.

"Pilo, two more bullets, quickly!" Samantha shouted as the vampire spread his wings flying towards the two. Pilo fired his bullets hearing them hit his neck and shoulder. Sammy quickly stood in front of the bee, as the mosquito headbutted her chest, hearing a few cracks. She grabbed his arms and quickly jumped back slamming the mosquito to the ground. Another crack was heard as she quickly turned to see a crack in her shell. "Stay in!" She ordered the demon.

The vampire laid on the ground his head bleeding as he stood and grabbed a stick standing up and spinning it. Pilo grabbed his sword as did Samantha. "Sammy, I think we should hold off-" The snail rushed towards him swinging the sword only to hear the needle meet wood. Pilo fired two bullets hearing it hit his stomach and leg.

The vampire buckled nearly dropping to the ground as he took a step and disappeared. Pilo started looking around quickly. "That son of a bitch has the same power Dallin had," He said. "Where is he!?" He started shooting randomly.

"Calm down!" Samantha replied. She suddenly heard a stick break. "To your left!" She shouted as a sudden punch rocked Pilo to his core. Bones shattered as he fell to his knees, a sudden knee to his nose, left him bleeding as he hit the ground. Sammy swung the sword feeling it cut through the vampire's wings. Blood spilled seemingly out of nowhere. A sudden fist came from thin air punching the needle, hearing it bend and break.

The young woman was quick to pry the edged cutlass from her brother's swollen fingers and whipped around to clash steel. She held the blade even, a perfect, undaunted horizon; always leveled with the nose, just as her father had taught her. She had stalled the man's strike but watched a wretched, stained grin split the vampire's lips as her blade shivered under the brutality of his compelling strength. "Weapons do not belong in the hands of women," he throatily crooned, pressing closer to her face. The blade flashed as he brought it over his head and hummed a low, swift tune when he brought it down.

The blade split under the weight of the others. As the snail was left with just a hilt. She heard a bullet hit her shell. "I think it's time," Pilo gasped out.

Sammy nodded closing her eyes. "Defiant, let loose,"

Sammy fell over now. As the shell splits, mild crimson liquid pops from the barrier and seeps away from the wound. Thick beads crawling as brisk as it travels etching red streaks that crisp with advancing time until pellucid water cleanses it all away. A sudden crack and more of the shell hit the floor around her.

Her eyes were black, not soulless nor lifeless. Instead, they were like two pristine stones of onyx, that lit up with a purple flare when touched by candlelight. Then, claws, A creature coming out of her shell and her back. The creature was huge and grotesque with matted hair and huge twisting horns protruding upward into the darkening sky. The contorted figure eclipsed the sun. It stood holding the girl up now. It gave off an aura of pure hate and evil expressed in its dull black eyes. Then a roar. It was the kind of scream that made your blood run cold. It pierced the brain and ignited some primeval pathway.