3:09.
“What do you think, Yaz? It hasn’t been back for a while. Do you think maybe that monster finished doing whatever it does?” whispered Brenda.
“Honestly, I don’t know what to think. I can still hear a car running out front and that’s not a good sign. I don’t think Charlie made it. Maybe Matt and Lucy did, but I just don’t know.”
“Me either,” said Shellie, “although I thought I heard some kind of loud noise earlier.”
“Me too, Shellie,” nodded Brenda. “What I haven’t heard was any gunfire or screaming.”
“Maybe the thing finally has what it was after.”
“Don’t believe that, little sister. If what Gerald told us was true, this thing killed twelve people, and unless Matt. Lucy and Charlie got away, which I don’t think they did; it has to kill twelve people, and girls, we round out the last of that number.”
Then they heard the roaring cry of anger, and through the opening where the swinging doors use to be, all three watched the massive brute form, efficiently and casually make its way back to where they lie in wait.
“You two go out the back door, now! Get to my rig, keys are on the visor and get the hell out of here! I’ll hold it off as long as I can!”
“I’m not leaving you, Yaz!”
“Me, either,” cried Brenda.
“I said go! No sense in all of us dying here. If you two can get away, maybe this bastard will fall over dead or something! Just go! MOVE!”
Shellie’s eyes were brimming with tears as she squeezed Yaz’s hands, then both girls stood and went out the back door reserved for an emergency exit in case of fire. Shellie looked back once more and watched as Yaz stood, firing every weapon he could, and then, just as the monstrosity engulfed Yaz, she turned and headed toward the truck.
Try as she might, Shellie wasn’t fast enough.
She could hear the maniac, spawned from hell gaining ground on her, and just as she reached the passenger side, she saw Brenda behind the wheel, engine running and saw the look on her face; a look of sheer abject terror, and Shellie knew her fate; like her brother, like all the rest, was at hand.
She turned to look back, slipped in the snow and now looked up into the gaping jaws of death that was about to sever her forever from life.
“Go to hell!”
This large, huge furry body covered her in a massive shadow, as if a coffin lid were over top her, signaling that life is forever gone.
Brenda just screamed and screamed and screamed.
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The lid was removed from her face, and Brenda’s eyes opened and shifted left to right before she finally remembered where she was.
“Yazsorda,” she said between a pleading voice and that of a question; “did I have the dreams again?”
He leaned over, kissed her gently on her cold blue lips, smiled as only a vampire will and said, “I believe so. It was the creature again, was it not?”
“Yes. It is always the creature. One neither of us have ever truly seen. I fear one day it may destroy me, and even you.”
“Perhaps, but one thing I do know, you must be incredibly hungry.”
“You know I am.”
Yazsorda helped Brenda out of her coffin, and they walked out onto the veranda of Yazorda’s spacious home and stared down onto the city of Chicago lit up with all its city lights and blanketed by a thick heavy snowfall.
Brenda smiled and licked her lips. Both she and Yazsorda transformed themselves into winged creatures and flew off into the city.
Tonight she was ravenous. The dreams always made her far hungrier than usual.
Tonight, she would feast on many.
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