Chapter 1 ~ Leeches
“Please!” He screamed. “I’m sorry!”
It’s funny how the ruthless, blood-sucking Vampire could so easily switch to a pitiful beggar when you pointed a gun to his head.
I shook my head in disgust. “I’m disappointed in you, human slaughterer.” I shoved the revolver further against his temple. “I expected a bit more of a fight from you!”
He growled and snapped his pointed teeth at my arm. I returned the action with a kick to the ribs, followed by holding him in a penetrating torture elbow, a martial arts manoeuvre that I had learnt and it came in handy in the least expected moments.
“What did I say about trying to bite me?” I hissed into his ear. “I will never let a leech take my blood.” I internally shivered at the thought of its filthy teeth touching me. “Freak.”
He scurried from my grasp, and I clicked my gun, ready to pull the trigger. The space was tight, and I patiently watched as he backed up against a wall, undoubtedly trying to look brave in his last breathing moment.
But then I started to reconsider, uncertain of whether I should actually make the shot. He might be good for questioning, after all; perhaps he knew something of the rebellion against the Shape-shifters. I remembered watching him kill those humans. They had been defenceless, and he was a ruthless murderer, just like all the other Vampires. My uncertainty seemed to melt away.
“The Shape-shifters clan will fall to its knees at the hands of Vampires!” He spat. “We will take over as head of the Hybrids, and your kind will all perish.”
I laughed at his stupidity, “Not while I’m still standing.”
I pulled the trigger.