conscience – it was too busy having a conniption fit.
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
It was again, those lyrics that had her once more reaching for that door handle – someone was in there.
And no it wasn't a dead man, listening to his favorite song.
It was a flesh and blood person.
Enough with her conscience's bull shit, she was going inside.
She had noticed out of the corner of her eye, that her partner had already removed his weapon.
Swallowing down the nervous lump in her throat, she, putting one hand on her side arm, turned the handle with her other hand.
As she felt the door handle turn, her thoughts swiftly went back to her conversation with Officer Carven.
What had he said was her murdered victim's preferred name?
Oh, yea... the Sandman .
XXX
The moment the fighting started, Brian found himself drastically out numbered. He had thought that it was just him and Mister Strange, who he was still having a hard time placing – some how this vampire knew him. Yet, in all Brian's travels, he couldn't remember ever meeting Mister Strange before.
Here he was, standing in front of six individuals who all wanted to take his head off. If this wasn't aggravating enough, his thoughts kept constantly veering to what Cirpian would be doing right at that moment – possibly laughing his ass off at him.
“You've lost your edge.” that's what the bastard would be saying right about now.
So what if he had.
He still knew how to best even the strongest of enemies.
The first one to come at him, was a pasty face female fledgeling and, it was because of her unhealthy eagerness, that she ended up being the first one that he decapitated.
The others were a little more cautious and preferred a more subtle attack, rather than an actual running up to him.
The second one that decided to meet his sword's acquaintance, was a darker skinned man. It was during their sword play, though, that Brian almost lost his ear.
When the guy came at him, he swooshed his sword so close, that Brian heard and felt the sting of the sword on the tip of his lobe.
As a trickle of blood ran down his nick earlobe, Brian irritably rammed his sword into his quarry’s chest. Upon quickly withdrawing his weapon, he hastily decapitated the man.
The other two, both darker skinned women, were a little more smarter than the man. Their form of attack, was to work together to take him out.
While they both had their conjoined experiences; it didn't take, but a matter of minutes for him to take both women out.
Once Brian had decapitated the last woman, he hastily surveyed his surroundings. One would have thought, that with all the noise going on in the partially empty garage, that someone, like a security guard, would have shown up. Yet, except for him and his opponents, no one else was there.
As Brian searched for the other person, that he had been positive was with the others, his gaze finally landed on the smug, Mister Strange.
Hadn't there been six?
Brian had been almost positive that there had been six enemy vampires. Yet, now there appeared to be only him and Mister Strange – who, after all this killing, Brian still couldn't place.
Shrugging off that 'I've miss something' feeling, he turned his attention to Mister Strange.
As Brian made his way over to him, he noted the sinister smirk on his face.
“Why are you smiling?”
“ Isn't it obvious...?”
Before Brian could reply, he felt this sharp excruciating pain. Looking down at the tip of the sword protruding from his chest, he knew then why Mister Strange was smiling.
He had missed one.
XXX
Once they entered the apartment, Genevieve did a quick sweep around the room that she had been in earlier that day. The music was louder from the living room, which left only one other room – the bedroom.
Duh, of course it was coming from the bedroom; that was the only other room in this small dingy
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
It was again, those lyrics that had her once more reaching for that door handle – someone was in there.
And no it wasn't a dead man, listening to his favorite song.
It was a flesh and blood person.
Enough with her conscience's bull shit, she was going inside.
She had noticed out of the corner of her eye, that her partner had already removed his weapon.
Swallowing down the nervous lump in her throat, she, putting one hand on her side arm, turned the handle with her other hand.
As she felt the door handle turn, her thoughts swiftly went back to her conversation with Officer Carven.
What had he said was her murdered victim's preferred name?
Oh, yea... the Sandman .
XXX
The moment the fighting started, Brian found himself drastically out numbered. He had thought that it was just him and Mister Strange, who he was still having a hard time placing – some how this vampire knew him. Yet, in all Brian's travels, he couldn't remember ever meeting Mister Strange before.
Here he was, standing in front of six individuals who all wanted to take his head off. If this wasn't aggravating enough, his thoughts kept constantly veering to what Cirpian would be doing right at that moment – possibly laughing his ass off at him.
“You've lost your edge.” that's what the bastard would be saying right about now.
So what if he had.
He still knew how to best even the strongest of enemies.
The first one to come at him, was a pasty face female fledgeling and, it was because of her unhealthy eagerness, that she ended up being the first one that he decapitated.
The others were a little more cautious and preferred a more subtle attack, rather than an actual running up to him.
The second one that decided to meet his sword's acquaintance, was a darker skinned man. It was during their sword play, though, that Brian almost lost his ear.
When the guy came at him, he swooshed his sword so close, that Brian heard and felt the sting of the sword on the tip of his lobe.
As a trickle of blood ran down his nick earlobe, Brian irritably rammed his sword into his quarry’s chest. Upon quickly withdrawing his weapon, he hastily decapitated the man.
The other two, both darker skinned women, were a little more smarter than the man. Their form of attack, was to work together to take him out.
While they both had their conjoined experiences; it didn't take, but a matter of minutes for him to take both women out.
Once Brian had decapitated the last woman, he hastily surveyed his surroundings. One would have thought, that with all the noise going on in the partially empty garage, that someone, like a security guard, would have shown up. Yet, except for him and his opponents, no one else was there.
As Brian searched for the other person, that he had been positive was with the others, his gaze finally landed on the smug, Mister Strange.
Hadn't there been six?
Brian had been almost positive that there had been six enemy vampires. Yet, now there appeared to be only him and Mister Strange – who, after all this killing, Brian still couldn't place.
Shrugging off that 'I've miss something' feeling, he turned his attention to Mister Strange.
As Brian made his way over to him, he noted the sinister smirk on his face.
“Why are you smiling?”
“ Isn't it obvious...?”
Before Brian could reply, he felt this sharp excruciating pain. Looking down at the tip of the sword protruding from his chest, he knew then why Mister Strange was smiling.
He had missed one.
XXX
Once they entered the apartment, Genevieve did a quick sweep around the room that she had been in earlier that day. The music was louder from the living room, which left only one other room – the bedroom.
Duh, of course it was coming from the bedroom; that was the only other room in this small dingy
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