Read Chronicles of the Vampire Hunters: Creation Page 15
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Two men stood with shotguns in their hands. Henry closed his eyes ready for the blast that would end it all. He heard the deafening boom, boom, boom, boom of the shotguns blasting. Something heavy dropped to the floor next to him.
Henry opened his eyes to see the gunshot riddled body of a very large man lying next to him. One of the men pulled an axe from off his back and walked towards him. "Don't you move one muscle. You do and I'll bury this blade into the middle of your head. Tank, keep him covered, if he moves an inch blow his head off."
“You got it boss,” Tank answered.
Henry screamed out in horror as the man with the axe, cut the man’s head off with three hard whacks. He turned and laughed at Henry’s horror.
Tank smiled an evil grin. "I think he’s one of them Wes. Let’s do him right now." He said, pulling the gun to his shoulder.
“Better safe than sorry.” the man with the axe, now known to him as Wes, said, shrugging his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” A familiar voice said, peeking his head in through the door. It was the Fed that he had seen with Bishop, ‘Agent’ Ben Morris. He was dressed in some type of long black duster. “Wait Turner I know this man.”
“Mind your own business Morris,” Wes said, shoving him back out the door.
“Wait, you’re not planning on killing him!” Morris yelled, shock filling his voice. “He’s human!”
Human? What the hell is going on here? “Look I don’t know what you boys are about but . . .” Henry started to say.
“Shut up old man!” Tank shoved him hard in the chest with the barrel of the shotgun.
“We can’t be sure,” Wes shoved Morris harder out the door.
"You bastards!" Anderson screamed out in rage. “You’ll pay for this!”
John Bishop’s head appeared in the doorway. His lips were split and covered in blood. “What’s going on here?” he pushed past the other three men. “Anderson? What the hell are you doing here?”
“Screw you Bishop! You sick twisted freak!” Henry screamed at him.
Bishop rolled his eyes. “Anderson you have no idea of the shit storm you’ve gotten yourself into.”
“John.” Morris said, “We’ve got to get him out of here. Turner and his friend here were about to kill our favorite Texas Ranger.”
“What?” Bishop said, looking at Wes and Tank. “Why?”
“Well hell, John,” Wes answered. “He could be a vampire. We don’t take chances.”
“We don’t kill innocent civilians either,” John said, angrily. “Ranger Anderson, why don't we take a nice little walk outside, till we figure out what's what."
"Why don't you go screw yourself." Henry said, mustering what little spit he could and sending it Bishop’s direction.
"I'm sorry but I must insist." He said, cocking the familiar ten-gauge shotgun, held tightly in his fist. “Unless you’d rather deal with my friends here.”
Before he could come up with a reply, the tape binding Henry’s ankles was cut and he was yanked to his feet then led out the door. The last thing he noticed before leaving the room was a very large hole in the ceiling above. Gunfire sounded from all over the house. The next thing he knew he was shoved hard into the bright sunlit sky. Henry squinted his eyes tightly. From what he could see, they were in the middle of nowhere. There didn't appear to be any other houses around for miles.
Bishop smiled at him lowering the gun. "Good."
Henry looked around as if he was missing something. "Good what?"
Bishop continued smiling as he cut the thick tape binding his wrists. “You passed the sun test.”
“Sun test? Bishop what the hell are you talking about? What is going on here?”
"I told you, you wouldn't believe me.” John frowned. “No one ever does. Some things you just have to see for yourself.”
Anderson looked around completely confused by the strange turn of events. "Just what the hell do you plan on doing with me? People will notice if I just disappear like your other victims."
"Victims?" Wes said, coming up behind him. He started laughing uncontrollably. He laughed so hard he actually bent over on his knees.
"What's so damn funny?" Henry said, feeling strangely like he had just entered the twilight zone. "How about you just tell me what this is all about."
“I will, but first I need to know, have you seen anyone else? Any other survivors? A woman with long brown hair? Slim build, green eyes, about 5 feet six inches tall?”
“Your wife?” Henry asked.
“My wife.” Jon nodded.
“No.” Henry shook his head. “There was a woman though, her name is Kelly. We were tied up in the same room together; at least I think she was tied up.”
“You think?”
“Yeah . . . no . . . look it’s complicated, in the past twelve hours I’ve been knocked out, tied up, nearly shot by some crazy hyped up bikers . . .” He paused, giving Wes a nasty glance. “Seriously Bishop just tell me what the fu . . .”
More shots from inside followed by a man’s gut wrenching scream distracted them both from their conversation. Wes charged back inside followed closely by John.
"What in the world have I stumbled into?" Henry said aloud, standing completely alone. He stood there for a few more seconds seriously contemplating running away and calling in for backup but he didn’t have any boots on and didn't want to chance running God only knows how many miles in his socks. The need to figure out what he had stumbled into over powered him. Rubbing his bruised wrists, he jogged back into the house and followed the shouting down into a dimly lit basement. John's voice screamed out, "Damn it Ben! Hold him!"