cab and grabbed the muskets, pistols, and swords from the dead guards and climbed out again.
He fired a pistol at one of the Vampiric waiting for him, killing it. He couldn’t believe that he was able to do such a thing, but there was no time to think about it, either.
Tarn had retreated for cover near the coach and Beck joined him, handing Tarn one set of the guard’s weapons as he kept the other set. Tarn was scared, Beck could see it in his eyes, but he acted as calmly as he possibly could. Beck hoped that he was doing the same.
“Thanks. Let’s go, now.” Tarn said.
Tarn and Beck retreated together toward the forest, firing at one of the Vampiric charging towards them and knocking it down. They were actually going to make it, they were escaping, and what would they do now?
The melee between the bandits and Vampiric continued on the road, with the Vampiric overwhelming the bandits. A number of the Vampiric had died as well, small comfort to those dying bandits.
Carroll remained standing, though now he had to resort to sword-fighting to ward off the Vampiric, no more bullets left. He was covered in blood, his own and theirs. He had dropped the bag of gold coins to handle his sword, but it remained at his feet. He was guarding it still, not wanting to let it go, even if he was the only one left.
Several Vampiric circled around him and the gold coins, attracted by its magical power. But they didn’t attack him, at least not yet. Carroll warily faced the Vampiric, ready to fight.
“Stay back! I’m warning you!” He ordered.
A couple of the Vampiric retreated and parted ways to allow Miranda, a sardonic, seductive, but deadly female vampire, to languidly stroll into their midst. She headed straight for Carroll in the middle of the chaotic battle that was starting to fade, bit by bit with the bandits falling.
Carroll lowered his sword, staring at Miranda in shock. “What is this? Who are you?”
Miranda smirked and stopped a short distance away, nodding at Carroll and the bag of gold coins. “A friend. Hand over the gold coins-Carroll, I think your name was?” She asked, cloying.
Carroll reached down and snatched up the bag of gold coins. He held it close to him, shielding it from Miranda and the Vampiric looming over him. He raised his sword to defend himself if necessary.
“Oh no, you’re not going to get this away from me. I’ve spent my whole life trying to find such powerful objects. The source of immortality.” Carroll said.
Miranda laughed and shook her head as the Vampiric growled at Carroll. “Pathetic, that’s what you are, mortal. You think they will grant you power and immortality? No.”
Her words were laced with such forceful inevitability and harsh despair that it was enough to dismay Carroll, who stared at Miranda, shocked and dejected at this news. Part of him knew this was true, but she had driven it home for him, hard enough that he couldn’t fight it. Now his whole body was full of such despair and lethargy that she had instilled in him.
Miranda approached Carroll now, pressing his sword aside and he didn’t resist her. “They belong to me.” She insisted.
Carroll was frozen and couldn’t do anything as Miranda insinuated herself against him, staring into his eyes like a snake wrapping around her prey. Carroll stared at her, mesmerized as she lightly reached over and grabbed the bag of gold coins, tugging it out of his powerless hands.
Carroll watched this happen, helpless to protest or grab hold of the bag again as Miranda handed it off to one of the Vampiric, who accepted the bag with a bow and retreated. Then Miranda rubbed a hand against Carroll’s face, studying him intently now.
“Although I have to admit, you do have a forceful character, from what little I can tell. It seems such a shame that such strength is wasted on a mortal like yourself.” Miranda said.
Carroll managed to open his mouth, though it felt like he was struggling against someone holding
He fired a pistol at one of the Vampiric waiting for him, killing it. He couldn’t believe that he was able to do such a thing, but there was no time to think about it, either.
Tarn had retreated for cover near the coach and Beck joined him, handing Tarn one set of the guard’s weapons as he kept the other set. Tarn was scared, Beck could see it in his eyes, but he acted as calmly as he possibly could. Beck hoped that he was doing the same.
“Thanks. Let’s go, now.” Tarn said.
Tarn and Beck retreated together toward the forest, firing at one of the Vampiric charging towards them and knocking it down. They were actually going to make it, they were escaping, and what would they do now?
The melee between the bandits and Vampiric continued on the road, with the Vampiric overwhelming the bandits. A number of the Vampiric had died as well, small comfort to those dying bandits.
Carroll remained standing, though now he had to resort to sword-fighting to ward off the Vampiric, no more bullets left. He was covered in blood, his own and theirs. He had dropped the bag of gold coins to handle his sword, but it remained at his feet. He was guarding it still, not wanting to let it go, even if he was the only one left.
Several Vampiric circled around him and the gold coins, attracted by its magical power. But they didn’t attack him, at least not yet. Carroll warily faced the Vampiric, ready to fight.
“Stay back! I’m warning you!” He ordered.
A couple of the Vampiric retreated and parted ways to allow Miranda, a sardonic, seductive, but deadly female vampire, to languidly stroll into their midst. She headed straight for Carroll in the middle of the chaotic battle that was starting to fade, bit by bit with the bandits falling.
Carroll lowered his sword, staring at Miranda in shock. “What is this? Who are you?”
Miranda smirked and stopped a short distance away, nodding at Carroll and the bag of gold coins. “A friend. Hand over the gold coins-Carroll, I think your name was?” She asked, cloying.
Carroll reached down and snatched up the bag of gold coins. He held it close to him, shielding it from Miranda and the Vampiric looming over him. He raised his sword to defend himself if necessary.
“Oh no, you’re not going to get this away from me. I’ve spent my whole life trying to find such powerful objects. The source of immortality.” Carroll said.
Miranda laughed and shook her head as the Vampiric growled at Carroll. “Pathetic, that’s what you are, mortal. You think they will grant you power and immortality? No.”
Her words were laced with such forceful inevitability and harsh despair that it was enough to dismay Carroll, who stared at Miranda, shocked and dejected at this news. Part of him knew this was true, but she had driven it home for him, hard enough that he couldn’t fight it. Now his whole body was full of such despair and lethargy that she had instilled in him.
Miranda approached Carroll now, pressing his sword aside and he didn’t resist her. “They belong to me.” She insisted.
Carroll was frozen and couldn’t do anything as Miranda insinuated herself against him, staring into his eyes like a snake wrapping around her prey. Carroll stared at her, mesmerized as she lightly reached over and grabbed the bag of gold coins, tugging it out of his powerless hands.
Carroll watched this happen, helpless to protest or grab hold of the bag again as Miranda handed it off to one of the Vampiric, who accepted the bag with a bow and retreated. Then Miranda rubbed a hand against Carroll’s face, studying him intently now.
“Although I have to admit, you do have a forceful character, from what little I can tell. It seems such a shame that such strength is wasted on a mortal like yourself.” Miranda said.
Carroll managed to open his mouth, though it felt like he was struggling against someone holding
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