murdered animals. The light danced over the tawny brown of the lion, the black-on-white striped zebra hide, and the silver black of gorilla, all mottled with mold. Greenish black spots climbed up the pile. I stepped over, shining my light down into the hollow in the center.
Inside a tiny child threw up its tiny arm to block the light from its eyes.
My brain goggled at what I was looking at. The child had a pair of dirty blue shorts on, spindly legs curling out of the openings. Tiny brown hairs sprouted down the length where fur was coming in. The feet were swollen, toes growing extra knuckles and tiny black talons. It wasn’t wearing a shirt and its skin pulled taunt over thin bones, ribcage cut in sharp relief, spine jutting. The arm thrown over its eyes had a thin membrane wing stretching from wrist to ribs, covering its face like a caul.
Slowly the arm came down. Tentative. Wary. It dropped away to reveal a large round head that was smooth and cleanly bald. The ears had begun to change. They were pointed and moved up on the head. Over a miniscule mouth that made soft cooing noises the little button nose was just beginning to turn up. Eyes the size of its fists blinked slowly up at me, the pupils large and black like the eyes of a bunny rabbit. We stared at each other. He was fragile and cute, so cute he didn’t even look real. Helpless in a nest made by his mother …
STOP !
What the hell was wrong with me?
The second I thought it, I felt it. My power prickled to life and I sensed the corrupted yellow magick radiating off the tiny Nosferatu, pulling at my father instinct.
There is a saying about babies. They are created so cute and adorable to keep you from killing them when they drive you insane. This baby had that in perverted, evil spades. It was a monster and would grow into the thing I had killed at the other end of this tunnel. Raising my gun I squeezed the trigger.
Nothing happened.
Damned sewer gas! I forgot to reload! Dammit!
The little Nosferatu frowned at me, the lower lip poked out and then pulled down to reveal a mouthful of tiny, needle-sharp fangs. Those big blinking eyes glared up at me. Crimson boiled into the corners as they began to glow. It rose up, crouching on those swollen feet and spindly legs, staring at me. Its eyes filled with a satanic red glow, casting shadows under its cheekbones. Its face was a mouth full of razors, laser-beam eyes, and a giant skull. Everything else fell away into shadow.
I dropped the flash light and it bounced on the ground, tossing light wildly until it rattled still. The light stayed on, reflecting off the water and the concrete, throwing a dim halo of blue-tinged light. My fingers fumbled with a clip.
It was still rattling in my hand when the little bastard launched itself at my throat with a hellish shreik.
Swinging the hand holding the clip, I backhanded it. Tiny talons dug in as the baby bloodsucker latched onto my arm. It hung, wrapped around my fist, screaming at me, its little pug nose scrunched over deadly razor mouth. Pain sharp and abrupt followed it as the little demon lurched up my arm, digging hand- and toe-holds in my skin with its talons. I shook my arm, trying to dislodge it, sling it off, hurl it away from me. Its little winged arms wrapped around my bicep, squeezing tight, tourniqueting the arm, making my fingertips go numb. The tiny bastard was still inhumanly strong. Lines creased its cheeks as the mouth distended, jaw dislocating like a viper’s.
It struck in a blur, round baby head bobbing down, petite fangs sinking deep. The muscle of my shoulder was swollen with blood from its tourniquet hold. Needle teeth cut deep, burning and searing. The bloodsucker’s jaw worked, chewing into my arm. It felt like acid was running under my skin, up my arm, into my throat. Everything swam in my head. The Desert Eagle dropped from my hand, clattering on the concrete floor. My knees hit the floor next to it. Hard. The jolt ran up my body, rattling
Inside a tiny child threw up its tiny arm to block the light from its eyes.
My brain goggled at what I was looking at. The child had a pair of dirty blue shorts on, spindly legs curling out of the openings. Tiny brown hairs sprouted down the length where fur was coming in. The feet were swollen, toes growing extra knuckles and tiny black talons. It wasn’t wearing a shirt and its skin pulled taunt over thin bones, ribcage cut in sharp relief, spine jutting. The arm thrown over its eyes had a thin membrane wing stretching from wrist to ribs, covering its face like a caul.
Slowly the arm came down. Tentative. Wary. It dropped away to reveal a large round head that was smooth and cleanly bald. The ears had begun to change. They were pointed and moved up on the head. Over a miniscule mouth that made soft cooing noises the little button nose was just beginning to turn up. Eyes the size of its fists blinked slowly up at me, the pupils large and black like the eyes of a bunny rabbit. We stared at each other. He was fragile and cute, so cute he didn’t even look real. Helpless in a nest made by his mother …
STOP !
What the hell was wrong with me?
The second I thought it, I felt it. My power prickled to life and I sensed the corrupted yellow magick radiating off the tiny Nosferatu, pulling at my father instinct.
There is a saying about babies. They are created so cute and adorable to keep you from killing them when they drive you insane. This baby had that in perverted, evil spades. It was a monster and would grow into the thing I had killed at the other end of this tunnel. Raising my gun I squeezed the trigger.
Nothing happened.
Damned sewer gas! I forgot to reload! Dammit!
The little Nosferatu frowned at me, the lower lip poked out and then pulled down to reveal a mouthful of tiny, needle-sharp fangs. Those big blinking eyes glared up at me. Crimson boiled into the corners as they began to glow. It rose up, crouching on those swollen feet and spindly legs, staring at me. Its eyes filled with a satanic red glow, casting shadows under its cheekbones. Its face was a mouth full of razors, laser-beam eyes, and a giant skull. Everything else fell away into shadow.
I dropped the flash light and it bounced on the ground, tossing light wildly until it rattled still. The light stayed on, reflecting off the water and the concrete, throwing a dim halo of blue-tinged light. My fingers fumbled with a clip.
It was still rattling in my hand when the little bastard launched itself at my throat with a hellish shreik.
Swinging the hand holding the clip, I backhanded it. Tiny talons dug in as the baby bloodsucker latched onto my arm. It hung, wrapped around my fist, screaming at me, its little pug nose scrunched over deadly razor mouth. Pain sharp and abrupt followed it as the little demon lurched up my arm, digging hand- and toe-holds in my skin with its talons. I shook my arm, trying to dislodge it, sling it off, hurl it away from me. Its little winged arms wrapped around my bicep, squeezing tight, tourniqueting the arm, making my fingertips go numb. The tiny bastard was still inhumanly strong. Lines creased its cheeks as the mouth distended, jaw dislocating like a viper’s.
It struck in a blur, round baby head bobbing down, petite fangs sinking deep. The muscle of my shoulder was swollen with blood from its tourniquet hold. Needle teeth cut deep, burning and searing. The bloodsucker’s jaw worked, chewing into my arm. It felt like acid was running under my skin, up my arm, into my throat. Everything swam in my head. The Desert Eagle dropped from my hand, clattering on the concrete floor. My knees hit the floor next to it. Hard. The jolt ran up my body, rattling
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