A Twist Of A Vampire’s Fate L

To The Death Part 1
TIBRADDEN WOOD (PINE FOREST)
Dublin, Ireland

Seneca looked down at his watch. He looked up and surveyed the heavy-laden foggy forest. He reached behind himself and felt the pommel of his sword nestled in its sheath. He wolfishly smiled knowing the tip was bathed in the poison venom of a Golden Poison Frog. Seneca looked behind himself as his clan and him ventured farther into the Tibradden Woods.

Seneca’s First Lieutenant canvassed his surroundings. The thickness of the fog permitted anyone seeing ahead. He sniffed the air. He fangs descended.

One of Seneca’s men was pulled from off his horse from behind.

One of Dracon’s clansman twisted the vampire’s neck. He lifted a stake from out the sheath at his side and drove it though his heart.

The vampire’s body quickly vanished into thin air.

Seneca and his clan slowly rode into the mouth of the forest. Seneca sniffed the air. His nostrils were invaded by the scent of vampire blood. He stopped his progression. He clan fell in line behind him. Seneca pivoted his head.

“Clan it appears we are at the throne of our battle. Be prepared for the inevitable.”

Seneca’s First Lieutenant took his place beside Seneca.

Both slowly galloped deeper into the forest.

An arrow whizzed through the air, penetrating one of Seneca’s clansman in the heart.

The horse lifted on his hind legs.

The vampire fell off the horse. The hoofs of the horse landed in the center of his chest.

The vampire’s body shrunk, and then blew as dust carried it away in the wind.

“Dammit, take cover,” Seneca hollered to his clansman.

Seneca’s clansman jumped off their horses, some were met with the piercing of an arrow to the heart; others camouflaged their presence behind the trunks of towering trees.

Dracon’s clansman removed the wooden stakes from out their sheath worn at their hip, and immediately began to comb the foggy forest.

Dracon looked around. He jumped up into a tree landing on a thick bark. He looked over the heads of his clansman. He did not see Seneca’s presence anywhere.

An arrow pierced the side of Dracon’s upper arm.

“Fuck.”

Dracon palmed his arm, causing him to fall out the tree. His nose came face to face with the boot of Seneca’s First Lieutenant.

“Well, we do I have here, I kill you and your clan stands to be no more.”

Seneca’s First Lieutenant lifted his stake from out his sheath preparing to penetrate Dracon’s back.

“See you in hell, motherfucker.”

“Not today motherfucker.”

Seneca’s First Lieutenant head was severed from behind, the detachment rolled in the distance. His headless body slumped to the moss and then fell forward.

“Thanks man.”

Dracon removed the lodged arrow from out his upper arm. He lifted his knee and broke it into.

Seneca’s clansmen ran from behind the bark of the trees.

Each man had a wooden stake in one hand and a sword in the other.

Dracon’s clan retreated.

“To the death,” Dracon’s clansman hollered in union.

Each clansman charge forward.

Every man in combat clashed their sword militantly into the other opposing clan member’s sword.

Dracon lifted his sword and ambushed a vampire from behind. He stabbed the wooden stake into the back of his neck, twisted him around, and then punctured his chest with his fist. Dracon removed the vampire’s heart, and threw it to the earth; he then stumped on it. He flashed across the forest and lifted his sword. He went toe-to-toe with one of Seneca’s top men in succession. Dracon lifted his sword and sliced the vampire into half.

The vampire’s body split and fell away.

Dracon stabbed the vampire into one side of his heart with the wooden stake.

Black dust of a corpse blew into the wind.

Seneca crept up behind Dracon and pierced the tip of the poisoned sword into his back.

Dracon’s eyes enlarged. His sword and stake dropped from his tightened gripped.

An internal fire gripped the interior of Dracon’s body. He removed his clothes in haste. His body metamorphosed quickly from man to beast. He dropped down on all fours. The tips of his furry coat felt supercharged.

Seneca’s body accelerated from man to wolf. He dropped down on all fours.

Each clansman from both sides inched backwards.

Dracon lurched forward.

Seneca inched back and showed his canine teeth. Saliva dropped from his mouth. He extended his neck toward the sky and let out a howl

Seneca’s clansman scooted backwards as they looked around, neither man turned their eyes away from Dracon’s clan.

Dracon’s clansman looked on in shock as each one of Seneca’s clan turned into wolves.

Howls were echoed in union throughout the forest.

Dracon’s clans dropped their swords and their stakes.

Each man turned from man to wolf.

Several white wolves joined the pending combat and stood by Dracon’s pack of wolves.

Dracon sniffed the air. He did not smell Naynina’s presence. He looked back at his prey. He charged Seneca.

Both wolves wrestled around on the soft moss.

Dracon bit into Seneca’s ear.

Seneca clawed Dracon’s belly.

Blood dripped from the open gash.

Dracon and Seneca tussled. Dracon buried his canines inside the neck of Seneca’s jet-black furry coat.

Seneca squawked in pain. He attempted to wiggle free.

Dracon’s canines locked inside Seneca’s neck; he twisted his head and ripped several pieces of flesh from his neck.

Seneca’s pack of wolves began to pace and then howl in agitation.

Dracon’s pack of wolves circled the two wolves as they fought to the death.



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