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Night of Beginnings: Chapter 4  by knockout63

Sean Hurley grasped the back of the chair with a sense of disquiet. The muscles in his arms flexed and he suddenly became acutely aware of the amount of power coursing through him. He glared at the mystic.

 "How'd you get in?"

"Now, now...no need to be rude." the mystic said, a small smile flitting over his lips.

"Whatever." Sean stalked to the couch and fell back into it, after locking and bolting the door, though something told him that wouldn't be enough.

He leant back on the couch, sinking into the softness and letting it envelop him as he sighed and attempted to control his breathing.

"So they found you? And you're frightened."

Sean's brething rapidly sped up again and he growled, "Don't no what you're talking about." Recruits of the army were not supposed to show fear. "Just out of breath."

"Of course," the mystic replied, "Of course."

"So," the old man began again after a minutes silence between the two of them, "How was Vietnam?"

"Vietnam?" Sean choked, as the wave of memories he'd been attempting to hold back overpowered him, "I know no Vietnam. All I know is that I was fighting in a f***ing slaughter pit." He shook his head trying to relieve himself of his thoughts.

"How's Steven?" the man asked innocently.

"Steven?" Sean's composure broke and sobs broke through, "Shaft...full of spikes....like he was roasted on a spit...went straight through him..."

"Jamie?"

"Gunned in the head...died on my lap...blood everywhere..."

The mystics voice began to sound desparate as Sean's crying increased to howls of pain;

"Edward???"

"Roling Thunder fighter....anti-aircraft guns got him...we heard him scream over the radio...terror...pain..."

"What about-"

"They're dead. All dead. My entire battalion...dead. We were slaughtered...all of them....my friends....my brothers in arms....we had no chance....I'm the last one of those that went to war...and now they've come for me..."

"They are vampires. Sabrina and Reiner. Vampires. Some of the last. They want you as they're new king to guide them."

Sean choked on the tears in his mouth and a laugh bubbled from his lips; "Vampires???"

 

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Date created: March 3, 2008
Date published: March 3, 2008
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