Post by *Gem* on May 31, 2010 7:48:03 GMT -5
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Training had been inturpted by the sound of screaming from the village below. Brad paused, just in time for Ben to smack him hard in the face. But it wasn't long before the boys went to the window. Even from here they could see the shadows moving through the village, see the well on fire. Brad could smell the fear, and shallowed. What the hell?
Then it occured to him, they weren't coming across the farm...shit. There were three ways to cross the border. Blink. At the farm or from the rabbit hole on the Black estate.
With Rave and Sere on holiday- his family were alone. Stumbling back from the window he didn't even ask permission; he just left, vanishing out of there.
When Brad appeared he was met with darkness, but the smell of blood was strong in the air. His eyes took a moment or two to adjust but when it did he saw the dead men in a puddle of blood in the living room. The dogs had ripped them to shreds.
Of course, on the stairs were the dogs... the bullets would of put them out of their misery...
There was a thud from Sam's room, and Brad had a sinking feeling in his stomach. He rushed in there, not caring for caution; and without question slammed the first of the two red hands against the wall. Brad tore his throat clean from his body in less than a second.
Turning he took in the surrounding. His family were here- Dais and the twins sat in the corner, bound and bruised- his son even had a muzzle on. Sammy was thrown on her bed, her skirts torn.
The click of the gun in his ear, told him the second man was behind him.
"Do it." Brad dared, his eyes dark, his voice gravelly. "It'll be the last thing you do."
He turned fast, pinning the man to the wall next to his gurgling friend, by the throat. The man dropped the gun in shock of the vampires speed, and as Brad growled, the bastard pissed himself.
Training had been inturpted by the sound of screaming from the village below. Brad paused, just in time for Ben to smack him hard in the face. But it wasn't long before the boys went to the window. Even from here they could see the shadows moving through the village, see the well on fire. Brad could smell the fear, and shallowed. What the hell?
Then it occured to him, they weren't coming across the farm...shit. There were three ways to cross the border. Blink. At the farm or from the rabbit hole on the Black estate.
With Rave and Sere on holiday- his family were alone. Stumbling back from the window he didn't even ask permission; he just left, vanishing out of there.
When Brad appeared he was met with darkness, but the smell of blood was strong in the air. His eyes took a moment or two to adjust but when it did he saw the dead men in a puddle of blood in the living room. The dogs had ripped them to shreds.
Of course, on the stairs were the dogs... the bullets would of put them out of their misery...
There was a thud from Sam's room, and Brad had a sinking feeling in his stomach. He rushed in there, not caring for caution; and without question slammed the first of the two red hands against the wall. Brad tore his throat clean from his body in less than a second.
Turning he took in the surrounding. His family were here- Dais and the twins sat in the corner, bound and bruised- his son even had a muzzle on. Sammy was thrown on her bed, her skirts torn.
The click of the gun in his ear, told him the second man was behind him.
"Do it." Brad dared, his eyes dark, his voice gravelly. "It'll be the last thing you do."
He turned fast, pinning the man to the wall next to his gurgling friend, by the throat. The man dropped the gun in shock of the vampires speed, and as Brad growled, the bastard pissed himself.