Skull And The Fangs

Caught

He groaned, staggering to his feets. His eyes were slightly blurry and his senses are weak but he could still recognise where he is despite that it's blurry.

Papa Ruiz's shop.

A grunt left his mouth along with a grimace as a migraine struck his forehead hard.

Like a wave of light passing by, the migraine stopped and his vision returned too.

He lifted his hand to move his long silver hair from his face and then he saw something that made him halt.

Blood.

On seeing the blood on his hands, he gasped in shock, his eyes widening with seconds.

He scented it and he knew it.

Human blood.

"What the hell?" He cursed as he moved backwards still surprised at how he got blood on his hands.

He stepped on something and almost fell but he was able to scramble back his stance.

He looked down and his face turned ugly.

Around him was blood, allover the interior of the shop. The wall had splashes smearing it. On the floor was blood too, forming a pool. 

Clawe couldn't believe his eyes when his gaze fell on the stool at the end of the shop. 

On it was Papa Ruiz, his eyes were gauged out, his tongue was gone, his head had been severed and then was placed on his hands while blood sipped through his fingers down onto the ground.

Clawe stepped back in fear.

He has done it again!

Clawe couldn't contain his shock as he ran out but he collided on something and fell back.

He hurried to his feets but he halted when he saw what he had collided with.

A body with a severed head, hung on the top of the roof of Papa Ruiz's shop with the upper body hung downwards, in the air while the lower part was on the roof. Blood dripped down the neck like a waterfall, not ready to stop.

At once, Clawe knew he was done for.

He ducked past the body and hurried out of the shop.

As he went, he saw more and more bodies.

Severed heads, bodies torn apart, their blood forming a pool, some had several of their bones popping out of the flesh.

It was an extremely gory scene.

He kept on running. He kept on going, wanting to get away from what his devil had done. The pain in his heart threatened to tear him apart.

He wanted to get away as far as possible because the more he see, the more guilt he felt and the more pain as well. 

But the more he ran, the more bodies he encountered.

By the time he got to the harbor and still saw bodies littering the place, floating on the waters with their blood tainting the beautiful torquise waters of the Bahamas red, he couldn't help it any longer.

He has massacred them. The entire village is gone. He killed them all when his bloodlust kicked in. He maimed them all and now, the blood of yet another village is on his head.

Pain tearing apart his body, guilt tearing apart his soul, he couldn't help the tears that cascaded down his face.

His blood smeared face crumpled as he let it all out in a loud cry.

"Ahhhhhhhhh."

His head slung downward as he revelled in sorrow.

"I don't think you should be feeling guilty now. After all, you enjoyed everything."

His head flashed up and he saw the person talking.

It's Dan also known as Cracker, the leader of the vampires in Bahamas.

"An entire village, uh! I bet I have never seen such bloodlust before." Cracker nodded to himself. "And I bet, this island is no longer safe for us. The news about this will spread and myriads of hunters will be here by sundown. You did a great job, don't you think?"

"I wasn't in control of my body then. I lost control when Pedro spilled a human blood trying to make me feed on it." Clawe tried to explain.

"Pfft! Now Pedro is dead, I guess." Cracker chuckled. "And you will be dead too, soon. We can't let you live."

Before Clawe knew what's going on, a vampire snuck up behind him and stabbed him with a wooden stake. 

A painful growl left Clawe's lips and his eyes almost gauge out of the socket as pain tore through his chest. 

Cracker was angry. He gazed at the vampire and growled. "Didn't you hit his heart?" 

"I missed." The vampire had a anxious look as he quickly pulled out the stake and made to plunge it back, this time to hit the heart.

But, Clawe ducked In a swift move and then he sped off.

Cracker fumed and gritted his teeths hard when he saw this. He swayed his hand and several other vampires snuck out of their hiding. 

"Get him!"

They all went after Clawe.

He's not surviving the night.

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The eery, cold wind blew through the woods, swaying the leaves of the gigantic trees.

The creaking of the crickets and the croaking of the frogs were dominant in the silent and cozy thick forests.

The silvery rays of the moon couldn't pierce through the large canopy formed by the leaves of the trees.

Swoosh!

The leaves on the trees nearby, waved and shook as a breeze swooshed by.

But is it the breeze?

A figure flashed through the woods, making turns and sprinting at a speed a normal human can only feel a gust of wind rushing by and not the creature that passed by.

The green leaves hanging on the branches of trees nearby was stripped off when a huge gust of wind brushed past, following the figure. It was as though a clear cut was being performed on the trees.

Claws cut through the air, the first figure bent at an impossible angle, evading the claw.

He lost track and crashed hard at an oak tree nearby, smashing the humongous tree into two.

Yet the tree couldn't stop his body.

Skidding more than a dozen meters, the figure was finally brought to a halt by amother tree which again was smashed, brought down to its half.

A normal human wouldn't have survived that. 

But is he human?

A pale white human figure staggered to his feet.

His red eyes shown in the dark like that of a demon. His silver hair smeared with blood that isn't his, just like his coat, seem to reflect the silver rays of the moon.

Sharp claws, clothed in blood, draped from his two hands, twitched and simmered as a portion of the moon rays that escaped the grasp of the thick foliages overhead, shone on it.

If it's in movies or in fantasy novels that one had read or seen this, one would have believed easily. But I bet no human would see this and be on his or her legs.

No one, I mean no one in his right mind would believe that this pale, bloodsucking creatures called vampires by pioneers, really do exist.

It's frightening.

The Vampire is none other than Clawe.

He's back to his senses, after hours of wreaking havoc. It started with Pedro, the culprit who despite Clawe's pleading to take away the human blood, refused and pressed the matter until Clawe lost control. Clawe ripped off his head, then shredded the hefty Vampire who's Pedro's accomplice.

But it didn't end there. Clawe, already out of control, shed more blood and ripped apart more flesh, which by now has formed a pool of blood on the streets of the town, and had colored the face of the waters at the harbor red.

But now that he's back to his senses, he's hunted by the coven of vampires in the town.

A grimace crossed his face as he twisted his right arm and it gave a cracking sound as the bone snapped back into shape, a deep guttural growl that emphasized the pain he's feeling, escaping his lip.

Soon, red glowing balls hovered around him.

His eyes flashed with fear as he sensed their presence. He lifted his eyes and it met a particular pair of red balls.

A chuckle resounded as Cracker stopped a few meters from Clawe.

"Clawe, here you are, finally caught, the outcast. We should done this long ago." Cracker's deep voice boomed like a dozen speakers in the night silence.

"It's not what you think, Cracker," the figure, Clawe replied, guilt flashing through his red eyes. "This is way more than just being a rogue, believe me."

"See, no rogue has ever admitted to be a rogue, yours isn't different anyways."

(Written and composed by Bright Theophilus)

"So now what you gonna do about it? Uh! hunt me? You're all cowards trying to clean up your blood sucking ass, no one ever asked me why this is happening to me. You all come hunting for me," Clawe replied, this time in a normal, but still like a growl.

"You just wiped out a whole village, Clawe, your whole existence is covered in their blood, even your soul isn't left out," Cracker said.

"We are all smeared by the blood of other creatures, that's the inevitability of every vampire that wants to survive."

"But not in a way that can endanger our existence. This world is evolving and things that can take our life's are created every passing time," Cracker took a step forward and pointed his sharp clawed index at Clawe as he said, "you are an abomination that needs to be destroyed."

But that could be the worst mistake he has made all his life. It already is anyway.

"I cannot be destroyed!" Clawe felt something growl from within him and the next second he's not himself anymore.

Black veins bulge on his skin and his eyes became void with black.

His muscles enlarged. His aura increased tremendously, so much that any human that comes near now will die of suffocation.

Cracker subconsciously took several steps back, mouth opened wide at the sudden turn of events.

"Uh!"

"Uh!"

"Uh!"

Several shocked murmurs emanated from the other red eyed creatures in the shadows. The fear etched in the shock barely concealed.

However, Cracker gritted his dentition too and his eyes glowed more brightly as his murderous intent burst outward. 

He's not the leader of the vampire coven for nothing.

His body enlarged and his muscles ripped, his aura quickly reaching the same as Clawe's.

A deep throaty growl left Cracker's fanged mouth as he lunged, becoming a blur.

In a blink, he was already standing before Clawe. 

(Written and composed by Bright Theophilus)

"Die!" He bellowed as he banged his fist forward and Clawe did too, with a vicious look.

But what happened next made gasps erupt from the shadows.

BANG!

A large puff of dust covered sight for a while.

The shredded body parts scattered around.

"Uh!"

Roar!

Clawe roared in a beastial way that sent chills down the spine of even the bravest of the bravest then turned to the others.

The other red eyes creatures emerged with visibly rageful looks, and they all lunged at Clawe.

Clawe had just killed their leader, no one leaves until this creature dies.

But little did they know that they are making a fatal mistake. Mistake that would cost them their lives.

The birds nearby flapped their wings and fled for their lives as several bangs resounded, tearing through the silent night.

Yells and yelps, laced with agony emanated all throughout the woods, along with the bangs and then after a while, silence descended.

.

.

.

Moments later, Clawe staggered through the forest, clutching his abdomen from which a large amount of pale red blood oozed, whilst using the trees as support as he staggered.

His black veins and his void eyes were all gone. His silver moon hair that had been smeared with blood earlier is now completely covered in crimson.

Several claw marks could be seen all over his pale skin, through his shredded red tainted coat.

Pain tore through his entire system as he kept on moving. All his senses seemed to be shutting out but he didn't stop, he knew better to stop.

Even though he wiped out the entire coven that was after him, he knew it's only a matter of time before another one arrives.

He placed one hand on a nearby tree as support, the other clutching his bleeding abdomen, and took another step but halted just in time as he almost slipped off.

His blurry sight found the tip of the land and the clashing waves at the base of the cliff.

He could have heard the clashing from a mile away, but his entire system seems to be dying right now.

His eyes closed as dizziness began to overwhelm him but he opened it again.

No he can't fall of consciousness now. 

Never.

He straightened his stance to balance and turned, but what welcomed him made him paused.

Right before him was one of the creatures that he had confronted earlier.

In his grip was a stake.

"Graaaa," the pale creature roared viciously and lunged at Clawe who could do nothing as the creature drove the stake into his chest.

He grunted in pains and roared skywards as his stance broke.

He staggered backwards, towards the edge of the cliff and the sea and the lone survivor stalked him.

The pale man raised his claws and struck downwards, at Clawe's head to finish him off but the latter grabbed his neck and they both plummeted down the cliff.

In the midair, as they fell, the scuffle continued.

From afar one would see as one of them struck fiercely and the other had his head pulled off as they landed in the sea, right into a clashing wave.

A bird shrieked into the sky as the night silence reigned again.

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