Story written by Dean Hunter
Photo taken at Clifton Forge
Screams pierced the night time silence. A battle waged within one of the stone crypts in the cemetery where only the dead lay. However one wasn’t dead, and the other was just recently undead. How many times have you had your life saved by the rising sun? The battle continued, each side taking a beating and offering it back in force to the other. Yet as the sun rose, and the vampire was distracted by a stray beam of sunlight through the cracked wooden roof, did the stake finally enter it’s chest piercing the heart. The Hunter guided it in deeper and deeper as the Vampires body trashed and cripled to the floor. Lifeless, like it should have been. He left the stake in, as he pulled the gun and sent a silver bullet flying into the vampire's brain. No reaction, just a dead body.
He tore the remains of his shredded shirt off. Tired feet carried him over to an alter as he lowered himself to its steps. His breathing ragged as he stared at the vampire's body for a few moments. Green eyes slowly cast down as his hand clenched, swallowing back the physical and emotional pains he was feeling.
“I hope you can finally rest in peace, my friend.”
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