Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Thriller

The smell of burned and gunpowder filled the night, sound of shouts and footsteps. It was the moonless night of 27th of July, the night when vampire hunt starts.
Alex jumped from roof to roof without a problem; since some of them see his shadow he was already gone. But something slowed him down, he turned back.
He was good; he had to admit to him, a few seconds needed to recognize him at the low. He smiled and took another few steps.
At the roof against him stand still a hunter, aiming at him with modified weapon. Alex prepared himself to move from his way, but the bullet came faster and the hunter fell before he could even realize what happened. Man from the road, he was the shooter. Alex nodded at him, Michael nodded back. They both kept going forward, walking like on checkmate board. The difference was here all the domains were black. 
They ran among the men ordered like a pawns, heavily armed, giving each other signs, made only them to recognize. Both man destroyed some of them, moving. Michael moved skillfully on the ground, hiding behind columns of the abandoned buildings and waiting for a good moment to run to the next corner, covering vampire’s back and killing men without hesitate. Alex was a few moves forward, looking from the high and checking if his friend wasn’t falling behind.
“Dog in the field!” screamed someone, silver blade came Alex’s way and he laid down immediately, roll and stayed down till they was looking for him, then jump on the next house’s roof. 
“Damn you” he hissed and stand up.
“Dog in the field” means “bloodsucker at southeast”. Alex was learned most of their codes, but they started to be more and more resourceful. 
On his sign Mike light a float of missiles and left them launch just in the middle of the narrow street between the houses. He used the moment to move, but the light from fireworks made him visible for the hunters. Shot came from somewhere, he fell down with a cry on the ground, Alex turned back. 
Now they detected them for sure.
“Tear apart the hell’s wight!”
“Wrong target” Alex landed just before the huge man, wearing black  coat and a lot of silver, he rose his arm and the nails cut the neck of the hunter. 
Multiple dressed in black ran his way screaming madly, all of them fell like a puppets whit cut strings. The alley washed in blood, morning would rise with another beastly carnage.
But before the down find them, vampire and his friend were already far from here.

“Hold on, just hold on!”
Another suppressed cry of pain came from the mouth of the young man, sweat on his forehead, rectangular glasses was broken when he fell. Alex was pressing his shoulder, which the bullet was reached, his hands wet from the blood.
“Hold on, god damn it!”
With average wound Alex would remove the bullet with his bare fingers, this time he was shouted with liquid silver, another hellish tactics of hunters to fill the bullets with it, melting it before the hunt. Now it was burning Mike’s flesh deeper and deeper.
“Just make it stop, make it damn stop!” he cried and shake, Alex could hardly keep him still, pressing with two hands to the bed.
     They were reached abandoned house, breaking inside. The window’s cover was grotesque broken and left to swing, a single light was coming from behind them.
“It’s too deep””Alex was saying. “I have to cut it.”
Another scream made him shake. It was his friend, his best friend, he saved his life hundreds of times, accepted him when nobody else wanted to open his door for him. When Mike was better he would go outside and kill every fucking one of them, dared to get out at the night, his night, and he would do it slowly and painfully for them. But now he had no idea what to do, and Mike would not survive long with that injury.
“Alex!”
Green eyes full of furry and fear, his arm grab onto Alex’s one causing him pain.
“I can turn you” he said, pushing him back down, stopping him of moving.
“No.”
“Then I wouldn’t have to…”
“I said no!”
The breeze from the outside made broken window to ring, the entire house creeks. Alex realized he would chose to die instead of turn into something like him, a monster. He knew Mike would never follow him, but that make him shrink in himself like a betrayed child.
“Hold on to me” he said and took a deep breath. “And don’t watch.”
There was only one way to remove the silver from there. He had to breathe again, bend over and squeeze his teeth around the incoming wound. And then sucked.
The blood came into his mouth and with it came the melted silver. It melted his lips, tongue and teeth causing him pain equal to the Hell’s fire. His fangs came out and eyes turned red, for a moment he knew not where he was.

Silver was a precious metal since Judas betrayed Jesus Christ for thirty silver coins. It burned him much more than his friend, his body and soul belongs in darkness. In hunter’s most cruel tortures they used silver. 
Alex came to his senses, his flesh started to heal. 
“What are you doing…? Don’t!”
He bends again, and this time metal reached his throat. He drop on the floor, there was a smoking hole on his neck. He couldn’t breathe, pain was too hard. 
Mike pressed his shoulder and it needed an effort to come down to him, turning him with face up. His skin was turned grey; veins came up on his neck and temples, his eyes turned up in agony.
“Are you lost your mind, you idiot!” grow up Michael through clenched teeth, threw his broken glasses and shake him. “Answer me, Alex!”
He grab his hand and cut his wrist on his nails, turned black and long. Blood started dripping on the ground; he leaded it to his pale lips.
At first there was no reaction. Then he started cough and fierce shine appeared in his eyes. He grabs onto defenseless man in front of him and start drinking. Then he realized what he was doing and moved from him.
“What are you doing, do you want me to kill you?”
He ripped a piece of fabric from the sheets and tied his arm tight. 
It was the moment when Mike allowed himself weakness, he drop on the floor without moving.
“Oh, don’t you dare!” Alex shout at him. “I will kill you, I swear!”
They both were wounded, but Alex managed to bring him back on the bed, then checked his injury and felt how something deep inside him shivers. It wasn’t over, there was still silver. Mike should lose his arm if not more, if he didn’t do something. 
But he moved back even more. What he just felt took him years back to his worst nightmares, feeling them with their full power. Nobody could ask him for that, nobody could blame him. For him that was inhumane, beastly. Alex touched his teeth with tongue and felt how they are growing back to their natural form. Something made him turn around, take care for himself, he wanted never be familiar with that pain again.
But there was something stronger. Mike would never leave him like that, he couldn’t leave him too. Alex was bitten him so many times, sometimes under attack of anger, or just because he was in need of blood, he was always true to him. What a friend he would be to stay aside and watch him falling apart, if there was a way to help him?
His hands were shaking more and more while he was coming closer, his chests hurt, he could feel the weakness in his limbs. He was afraid, he didn’t want to, that feeling almost pulled him back.
He didn’t knew id that was pain, what he felt, every cell into his body apart from others, every hope was gone, every light died. He felt like he was in glass cage and there were beasts outside, making unbearable noise with their claws on the glass. Then he realized there was no glass, it was his own body they rip, and the claws were sun beams. He felt that for second time in his existence after he was turned, that he was cursed and never will know peace.

“Alex! Hey!”
“Is he still like that?”
Laying in his room, large bed with wooden columns was surrounded by the people from his band: Chaz, Tonny and Will, Mike was sitting far from him, his face was returned his healthy look, and still weak he was started to stabilize. 
“I will never forgive him” he said and they turned to him. “Ever!”
“He saved your life” said Chaz, the blond tall guy with the shirt with a middle finger on it.
“He could save my life without doing such silly thing!”
“You would never be able to play again.”
Black haired stand from his place full of anger, but his feet betrayed him and boys had to help him sit back on the big old armchair, making him staying sit.
“He will be fine” said Tonny. “He is Alex, he is always fine. He lived for almost four centuries, he have been through everything.”
Will was the one talking less, just looking at the pale figure on the bed. 
“Let’s hope so.”


It was hot summer night somewhere at July, air was so intoxicating sweet, he was about to experience so many pleasures. And there was no need to stop or hold himself down, he was the immortal.
There was a beautiful girl walking coquette in front of him with skin like caramel, chocolate hair lifted to expose her neck and thin shoulders. He followed her.
Hiding behind the corner he turned her with back to the brick wall lifting her black dress, holding her thighs, his lips bite her shoulders and neck. He was holding her not sure what he wanted to do first, possess her or bite her, when her body shake and shrink. Her face turned grey, skin hang on her skull, eyeballs shed into her head, and she was falling apart, her flesh dropping on the ground like a liquid wax.
No!
He was shocked. It doesn’t end like that. He could remember her breathe on his lips, remember how she reached to the end with him and he liked it. He learned he could not kill after a contact with a human being. But now… Now he could feel how real the rotten flesh in his hands was, he took a step back hiding in shadows. Heat and carefree music faded into ghastly cry.
Alex was running on the frozen bridge, wind and snowflakes was cutting his skin, pushing him back. It was Russia, Sankt Petersburg, year was 1882.
“After him!”
 It was a pack of hunters. Till that moment he was only hear tales, but never met Russian hunters, he was scared. He was heard what they do with ones such him, panic shake him and he start running, proving their suspicions. It was in the middle of the day at the busy city
“Kravolok!”  they were screaming.
Kravolok was a word for vampires those days, Alex turned behind the next corner and stop to take a breath, his chest was hurting. 
“A girl!”shouted someone. “He murdered a girl!”
He forgot about any care and came out.
On the pavement at the snow white day was laying in the middle of pool of blood a child, five or six years old. Her blond curled hair was scattered around her face, blue baret fell next to her, the old worn out coat was open on her chest, her torso cut open like from wild animal. People was coming from all directions shocked from the view.
“No” he said, pointing at her. “I saved that girl, I remember that! I didn’t kill her!”
He rose his shaking hands, from them on the ground was dropping bright red blood.
“It can’t be…”
He turned back and start running, but he couldn’t make any progress. Shadows from the crowd surrounded him and swallowed him. People were screaming the same thing.
“Vengeance! Vengeance! Vengeance!”
“We have to do something” Will was put his palm on his forehead, sometimes Alex was shaking in his restless dream.
“We can’t do anything” shake his head Michael. “We tried everything. We gave him blood, we read a pray, we tried a spell. Nothing works.”
“There must be anything!”
Will was tall, strong, dark haired with foursquare face. He just stand and hit the nightstand with carved legs.
“We give up too fast.”
“Nobody gave up.” Cut him Mike and stand, holding his shoulder. “We tried everything. I don’t know what else we could…”
“Stop acting like a victim!” he burst out. “This is my vampire, my friend! He has terribly habits of feeding, but I would never allow this happen…”
“What, are you saying it is my fault?!” 
Mike stood against him already watching him in the eye.
“You had no place there during the hunt! Those weapons are made to kill vampires, imagine what they can do to human!”
“Go to hell!”
“Guys!”
Chaz came in and pushed them away from each other. 
“Take a room you two! Enough with this!”
Night just fall without any sign of change for Alex. His eyes were closed, from time to time he was starting to shake, even talk, but never make sense. Sometimes they could recognize sentence, like “Stay away from me”, or “Not my fault”, he still didn’t react to their voice, the blood they gave him or even the pain the caused him, cutting his skin. His wound healed in instant, he didn’t show to feel any of it. 
“His body is healthy, but his mind…”
It was Tonny this time, shorter than most of them, with black shaggy hair, he was their drummer. 
“He is not even here with us, his soul is somewhere else. I doubt that place is nice.”
“Can’t we just apply exorcism?”
“Get him rid of what?” replied Michael. “Himself alone? Now the human in him is fighting the vampire, if we interrupt he may never came back.”
“And if we don’t it will be for sure!” Will lost it once again and was kicked out from Chester.

Night was long and cold, it was raining. They were hiding in a cave near the road out of the town. 
“Where you said you come from, stranger?” old man in green cloak made of rough canvas was watching him through darkness, dispel only by the flames of fire they light.
“Bucharest” he lied and drops his hood lowers over his eyes.
They met on the road, Alex just was hunting, he hadn’t met any people between the cities for weeks and he decided they will stay away of his business tonight. Unfortunately just when he deviated a carriage, three men came from it, one was a priest. Alex learned to stay away from people like him, even more here, where the river was deepwater this time of the year and he couldn’t cross it and hide in Bulgaria. Here priests applying exorcism and killing vampires was many.
Alex could feel the sight of white haired on the back of his neck, he could hear how calm hi heart was beating, different from those of others. He was convinced the old man knew.
“Where are your parents? Aren’t you too young to wander alone?” he was keep asking, Alex turned his back to him.
He knew it was a mistake, but he believed he would feel it if the man tries to attack him. They were only humans after all.
“I’m coming back to them” he continued lying. The warmth from fire was hitting him in the back, he wanted to stand up and go away, running into the forest.
“What are you doing here?”
Priest had no intention to give up and Alex turned against him looking him in the eye.
“I came here to visit my sister.”
“You have a sister here?”
“She married two years ago. My parents sent me to see how is she doing.”
“Your parents are not so smart, boy” said the old man, and then bend to the fire to light a cigarette. Smoke filled the cave and Alex felt unpleasant scratching in his throat. “To send poor girl this far.”
Black haired didn’t answer. They both knew other was lying. But Alex was got enough of it.
“Why don’t you go and tell them that yourself, Father?”
He removed his hood and stand above them. Other two young man who was with the priest were shaken by fright and moved as far as they could from him, and the priest himself started drawing a cross in front of himself and pulled out black chaplet under his clothes, watching how vampire’s fans were starting to grow taller.
“Stay back, Hell’s spawn!
“Your tricks are not working on me.”
He raised his hand and the blood hissed on fire’s tongues, followed by screams and breaking necks.
Alex was walking alone on the road, his cape was wet and water keep droping from it, hood over head, hands in pockets. He felt anger at himself. It was real memory; it didn’t change at the end. 
He was walking and his boots was making dashing sound at the muddy road, and the rain refused to stop.
“Hell’s spawn” he repeated, pulling the hood lower and turned to the next city.