| FAN FICTION Just Another Night - Written By Guardian The high moon cast its eerie glow on the empty town. Empty I know because I helped to clear it. My brethren and I had, only a day before, swamped the homes of the living as they had screamed and pleaded for their miserable existence. Laughable. I took great pleasure in feeling their warm, tender flesh against my gums as I consumed not only their bodies, but their souls. I savored the sounds of their beautiful screams. I''m telling you that it''s the best when they''re still alive. There''s nothing else like it in the world. There were remnants of the villagers, somewhere, clustered together in the hopes of surviving together. That just makes it so much easier to find them once hunger strikes again. And we will feast again. I was lounging in the back room of a small time parlor, surrounded by the corpses of my prey, basking in the satisfying glow of a hunt. Upturned tables, smashed chandeliers, doors falling off their hinges, and walls riddled with bullets. It had been a beautiful sight. I sighed and grinning at the warm memories. I had just woken up from a very satisfying slumber and I shifted uncomfortably on the dilapidated bar stool while thumbing my trusty old revolver out of habit. Scratching my head, I slowly pulled myself up and mustered the energy to slap awake my comrades sprawled out over the dank and musty floors. It was time to relieve the current patrol. Those survivors were not going to escape the town alive. That was for damn sure. Creaking open the swinging double doors, my troops and I trudged out into the night sky. My rags shifted slightly under the light breeze and I took one quick glance at the blood red moon. I smiled. Tonight, there was going to be some bloodshed. I could feel it. The lean, rotting bodies on the gallows swung sharply in the wind as if to agree. We knew the routine. We met up with the midnight post and I nodded to the troop leader. He nodded back and they clambered to their feet, eager to get back to the saloon to feed on some of the leftovers from last night''s celebration. Again, I fingered my revolver as I leaned up against a large stone embedded in the far rock wall, hiding beneath the shadows. I watched as my brothers fell into place and the relieved patrol disappeared around the bend. This was the ambush point to the town and anyone trying to escape was in for one hell of surprise. It was three in the morning when I heard it, a soft rustling just up the north side of town. If I''d had a heart, it would have been beating quickly in anticipation. I couldn''t wait to sink my teeth deep into warm, living flesh again. I rose up from my prone position and placed a long, bone finger on the gun at my hip. My brethren followed suit, silently climbing to their feet and handling their weapons restlessly. The sound got closer. It slowly and steadily amplified and it soon filled my ears, the rustling of the soft bodied living. What a fool! There was a sharp, metallic noise that crashed the silence like an explosion. There was movement, near the north side again. I could see it in the shadows, a soft flickering of light and more noise. I heard a snarl to my left and my brothers leapt forward to tear the enemy to shreds. Racing forward with inhuman speed, they bared their fangs and lifted their bone sickles in the moonlight, seeking to slide their blades deep into freshly caught human. But it wasn''t human. It was small and round and sparkling. It had made noise and it was impossible to tell what it was until they had gotten close and it was already too late. Dynamite. I watched as the flames erupted and limbs flew back towards me, the dying screams of my brethren cut short as they were engulfed in their funeral pyres. Confusion. I swung about, suddenly realizing that we were the ones being ambushed. Squinting into the shadows, I tried to make out any signal as to out attacker''s location. That''s when I heard the noise: the familiar crunch of a boot treading on gravel. I hissed and turned. This bastard was going to pay for what he''s done with his body... Back to Fan Fiction |