blood and breath

WOLFBTNCDR2012
Author: WOLFBTNCDR2012
Word Count: 381
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blood and breath

vampires vs werewolves…. same war, same families, new generation

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Several candles flicker in the ceiling fan induced breeze, dimly lighting the room. My room…

I lay on my bed, typing a post for…
All of the sudden, I lose my breath. I feel my throat closing up, despite the impossibility of an allergen invading my sanctuary. I reach for the inhaler on the bedside table, but it is just out of reach.
I struggle in vain to grab it so as to deliver a cold blast of albuterol to my lungs where I can breathe again… where I can live again…

My ceiling mirror reveals bluing lips and skin.

“I am going to die here”, I say to myself”, I am going to suffocate and die when my inhaler is in reach, all because…”

I realise my blood has ran cold. There’s a bloodsucker in MY HOUSE??!?

“Well well” comes a smooth voice” little Romulus can’t seem to get a hold of his inhaler. I wonder which will kill him first… the asphyxia or the venom?”

I had heard that voice before. It was Marullus Dracula.

“COME OUT AND FIGHT, COWARD!”

I try to shout but a word of it never passes my lips. I instead try in vain to scream as a pair of pearly fangs sink into the left side of my neck.
“Don’t worry” came that same silky voice, the eyes on the body which the voice belonged staring into mine” the fight is on, and you’re about to lose…he-he-he-he…”

I feel wildfire pulsing through my veins, when all of the sudden, it stops. I hear him spatting out the blood… MY blood… the blood of a werewolf, onto the carpet.

“Not so tasty, is it?” I spat back curtly, gaining strength and the littlest amount of airflow possible to my lungs. I stand up to my full height of seven foot nine, looking for the intruder who has invaded the sanctity of my house. He is no where to be found.

I hold the gaping wound in my neck, trying ever so hard to stop the warm gush of blood at near one hundred and ten degrees. One thing was for certain…

This wasn’t the last I’d see of Marullus. In fact, the war had only just begun.

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