We’ve been in this dark, dampy room for hours. Ask me why and I might rip your throat out.
26 minutes ago the banging began.
Or maybe banging is too soft, I just don’t think there is an adequate word to describe this sound. I’ll tell you what’s causing it instead. It’s a few hundred really big, really strong, and really terrifyingly disgusting somethings slamming against a rock wall.
Bambam, hush, bambam, hush.
There’ll be no silence before the storm, just the same endless high pitched, otherworldly screams, magnified by our crumbled defences. It’s enough too make your skin crawl. Literally. It feels like my blood and my skin and my bones would fall apart, rattle away and run if they had a mind of their own. I’d help them, but there’s really nowhere to go.
CRACK. Ah. Now it’ll only be a few more moments before they tear the wall apart.
“Is everything ready?” I shout above the soulcrushing noise.
No one replies, everyone just nods. He smiles.
Fine. CRACK. Damn.
One. Breath deeep.
Two. Hold that breath.
Three. Exhale and scream.
Everything erupts in, I want to say flames, but that’d be a lie. It’s wet, there’s water and blood and sweat and tears. And we’re being slaughtered. It’s not working, nothing is working.
In an act of desperation I turn my back to the creatures and look for him.
He’s in the middle of it, covered in blood and slime, coal black wings spread out behind him, seemingly fighting with a mind of their own. (“You’re an angel” I’d said, “No,” he’d laughed, “I just grow wings on occasion”).
Now I run for him. And as I run I scream. A panic stricken, horrified yell that fills the distance. I never knew I could sound like that.
“It’s not working! Holy water, crosses, it has no effect! Nothing is working. Why is it not working?!”
“Did you ever think that perhaps,” he looks at me then, burning coal for eyes, voice an amused whisper, “you have the wrong deity?”
Inspired by From Dusk Till Dawn.
So yeah, the creatures are vampires. SURPRISE.