Angus
Mauler Preveiw
The crimson liquid flowed from the motionless figure’s mangled face, dribbling across the smooth rocks and permeating with the mineral waters of the brook. Angus Mauler dropped his hammer, the sight of so much blood glistening in the moonlight causing the old hunger to return. He turned quickly and stumbled in the opposite direction. He knew full well what would happen if he quenched his thirst. You started with one, then figure that another wouldn’t be too bad. Eventually you found yourself no longer hunting, but just being hunted.
He heard a branch snap behind him, and swivelled with inhuman speed, his Broadsword hovering half an inch from the branch-breaker’s throat.
"Ah," The branch-breaker enunciated in the cautious tone of those with a sharp thing at their neck, "it appears we have a misunderstanding." The blood had now slowed to a trickle, although the condition of his face hadn’t improved, "If the young lady was your target, I’d like to apologise. Unfortunately I had no idea, as there isn’t any sort of rota or anything, although, if you don’t hack my head off, I could point you in the direction of another fine lass..." his sentence was cut short, as was he. Angus wiped the blade on some nearby moss, the amount of blood on it being less than it would if he had just beheaded a human. Picking up his coat and re-sheathing his sword, Angus began the hike home.
I'm planning a Vampirey story about a vamp named Angus Mauler, who kills other vamps. Yeah, I know, not very original, but I don't particularly care. If you don't like it, too bad 'cause this is my site. Nyer-nyer-nyer!
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