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Sam Varner held her crossbow in her two pale hands as she zigzagged in and out of the rows of graves. The straggling remnants of her unit were with her, beside her. The dusky air was stifling and hot. There was no breeze and Sam had the feeling that what they were searching for was near. They were searching for a nest. Not a nest of rats, bats or even cockroaches, but Vampires, blood-sucking demons of the night. Vampires were very real, Sam had discovered. Shed been bitten by one a year ago and healed by a kindly old hunter. The other two agents motioned towards a row of Crypts and Sam followed them. They were the only people left in her Fernfield Agency. The Fernfield Enclave, led by one Doman Stephan OMalley, was getting stronger, stalking down agents and mercilessly ripping their throats out. OMalley was the ruthless killer who kept moving, making it tough to pin him down. And they didnt even know what he looked like. Any agent who happened to see him never lived long enough to say what he looked like and so the Agency was completely in the dark.
Sam was supposed to be a trainee still, but necessity had dragged her out into the field. She had already dusted four Vamps in this night and had a stake already loaded into her crossbow, ready to fire. The air was warm and smelled like metal as they rounded a corner near a moss-covered wall that smelled musty, they saw the opening of a crypt, and five snarling Vampires, ready to spring. The one in front, which seemed to be the leader, was wearing all black, with a red silk undershirt and a black trench coat. His pale blonde hair gleamed wetly in the moonlight as his mouth twitched in amusement. He looked past the and spoke with a flawless English accent,
Only three? Tsk, tsk. He changed his face to deadly and waved an arm. Take them, but leave the little girl to me. She looks spunky. The other Vampires leapt and attacked, but Sam felt a momentary panic. She looked into the Vampires Aqua eyes and realized that no matter how hard or how much she wanted to, she couldnt move. She heard Lisa and Jack scuffling in the background of her brain, and heard sharp cries pierce the dead air. He came to her almost in slow motion. His trench coat seemed to move with him, almost making him look as if he were floating. She fell to her knees and whimpered pettily as he moved aside her long black hair and looked into her pale green eyes. He bent his head to her soft pale neck and she shivered as she felt his warm breath on her neck. He stopped there and growled as he straightened up. Sam felt her energy surge back through her whole body and she scrambled for her crossbow, but a black shiny boot stomped down on it, and it was crushed like match-sticks. Sam looked up into the hard face of the Vampire. She scrambled onto her back and looked fearfully up. He got on his haunches and Sam realized that Jack and Lisa were gone, along with the other Vampires.
You are different. Ive decided to let you live, though you must never come back here, ever. Tread softly at night. Leave, now. He got up and looked like he was thinking. Sam got up but did not leave. She stared right at him, hard and unblinkingly.
Are you the Doman? Are you Stephan OMalley? He looked aghast and disgusted. He shook his head smiling.
Bloody hell, no! If I was Stephan youd be dead now regardless of what or who you are, now by the decree of Rowan, you should leave now before He shows She nodded and felt very abused. Sam walked home, wishing she had died along with her fellow agents and friends. The sun began to rise.
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