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JANUARY 18 2003
JUST OUTSIDE NEW YORK CITY, NY
"On my markÖMark!"
The doors of the building exploded in a shower of splintered wood and steel-shod boots. The owners of these boots stormed into the old, decrepit house.
"Give me a clear count."
"All clear." Affirmed Captain Davis. "Fall back to extraction area two."
"Confirmed." Replied members of the squad.
Suddenly, out of the dark recesses of the abandoned house, burst the creatures. They jumped out of their hiding spots in almost perfect harmony.
Captain Davis fell to the ground as the vampire got on top of him. The vamp was trying to rip off the armor plating attached to Davisí vest. The vamp, its jaws long and its teeth sharp, dug at the steel plates with itís clawed fingers.
Davis tried to struggle but the vampire was firmly on top of him. All that struggling got him were claws and teeth in his face.
Davis could feel himself bleeding, the hot liquid purring out of his face. He could feel the vampire take the raged flesh from his face, could see it put the flesh into itís mouth. Could hear the excited squeals of the retched creature.
Then suddenly the creature looked up, startled by something.
Davis could hear footsteps at the far-left side of his head. The vampire on top of him squealed almost unintelligible words into Davisí ear:
And then the vampire was gone. A dark shape had swooped in and grabbed the vampire from on top of Davis.
Davis got up with more that a little pain and saw through his blood caked eyelashes two figures in the corner.
The vampire that had been on top of him, his bald head and pale skin, iridescent in the thin light, was pushed against the wall, while another human shape was gutting gashes into the vampire and feeding.
The vampire from on top of Davis was helpless and dying by the looks of it.
Davis could hear the sickening cracking of bones as the second figure broke the vampireís neck.
The figure turned around and his mouth and lower neck was covered in the vampireís blood.
Davis stood there and just waited for this second vampire to finish him off.
Instead, the second vampire, wiped his face clean with a handkerchief and said:
"Go, on! Back home with you."
Davis didnít need to be told twice. He ran, stumbled, got back up, and ran some more.
He made it to the waiting helicopter and they took off.
As the chopper turned, Davis could see that more figures were joining the vampire that had saved his life. Then they were obscured by darkness as Davis fell unconscious.
* * * * *
"Do you think the he'll survive the trip?" asked the tall male blonde beside the shorter, more brooding brown haired man.
"I donít know, Gabriel. He's resilient." Answered Michael.
Both men turned around and walked back the way they had come; through a thin growth of trees in the backyard of the old house and joined Jaharad and Kiya.
As the sun rose the four vampyres could hear itís music and lifted up their heads, eyes closed, fully engrossed in the mental melody.
To a casual observer this group of four would have appeared strange, and when the sun flooded over the horizon, it would have looked like the group had disappeared.
But there were no observers, casual or otherwise, to see.
The group just...vanished.
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"From the Void Between Worlds", the Gods made both Mortal and Immortal. Who is the better has yet to be decided. So far, Mortals aren't winning."