The Godsend Backfire: The Beginning by Harold Straugh (best e reader for academics TXT) 📗

got on her horse, I was faster without mine and we raced to the village, which wasn’t far off.  There was vampire feasting off one of the villagers.  I grabbed onto the vampire’s shirt and pulled them off.  They didn’t, however, release their grip from their victim’s neck and in the process, they ripped out their victim’s throat.  I threw the vampire back and they landed hard on the ground.

Noemi was quick to attack.  I didn’t realize the vampire was female, her fingernails were extra long and she used them to attack Noemi, who was holding her ground, but was taking a beating as well.  I fought dirty and grabbed the vampire by her, dirty, blonde hair and snapped her head back with suck force it caused her feet to fly out from under her. I then pinned her down with my knees to her arms and wrapped my hands around her neck. I squeezed and pulled, I heard an audible pop and pulled some more.  The vampire tried to scream but I was tearing out her windpipe.  Her head popped off with ease and I tossed her head into the fire.  Noemi produced a long-pointed stick and shoved it through the middle section of the vampire, pinning her to the ground.

The shrieking had awakened some more villagers.  One of them tended to the victim, but I spoke up, “There is no saving him, leave him there until the sunrises.”

“He is my nephew though,” the villager tending to him spoke,

“He’s already dying and has been bitten, as I said, there is no saving him. Let him go and if he has vampire blood in him, let him burn.”

“I shall pray for him, then,”

“If you think that’ll help, go for it,” I said and started walking away, the stupidity of the human was annoying, his nephew was practically dead already.

I felt an arm on my arm and was pulled around to face Noemi, “You might have a little heart when it comes to situations like this, the poor man just lost his nephew and is going to have to explain to his brother or sister, that their child is dead.”

“Well, Jehovah isn’t listening. I’ve been trying for years.”

“That’s your issue with Jehovah, not his,” she said, I could tell she upset with me.

She went back to the woods with her horse and I stayed around the fire pit a until dusk, throwing wood in the fire to keep it bright. Noemi returned and tended to her wounds. The vampire would move its hands and feet here and there, the other body never moved.  I expected it to burst into flames when the sun came up, but it didn’t, unlike the other one.  When the vampire body caught fire, it almost sounded like a short-burst tea kettle.

The villagers woke up and many stared at the body that was left as the vampire body turned to ash.  The uncle to the nephew started sobbing when he saw the body still there, eyes open, torn out throat.  He looked at me with hurt and angst in his eyes.

“Now you can bury him, I will help,” I said feeling somewhat, but not too much remorseful.

I dug out the grave, then picked up the body.  The victim was a teen-aged sized male, with black, curly hair. I had managed to dig the grave just a foot short, length wise. So, when I put his body in there, his head snapped forward and rested on his chest, the Uncle gasped and sobbed.

“I have seen horrors, far worse than that.”

“You’re a monster,” the uncle cried as did some of the other villagers.

“There are for worse monsters than I, out there,” I said and handed the uncle a shovel, “I’m done here.”  My remorsefulness was gone.

Noemi was watching and gave me hateful look, “If you can’t handle my actions, its ever too late to turn around and run home scared,” I said, getting tired of people’s attitudes.

“I don’t run from anything,” she sneered, taking offense to my words.

I laughed, “That’s good, because it’s going to probably get worse. I’m sure people have talked by now and vampires have spread word, they’re either going to fight or run.”

“I can handle it,” she said, running her fingers through her short hair, her bright-blue eyes filled with fire. I thought of kissing her then, she looking amazing all riled up, pissed off at me, but I knew better, I didn’t need her help, I wanted her help.

We saddled up, I put my glasses and facemask on and we headed out.  The travel was slow but scenic and we didn’t come in contact with another village that day.  About half way through the day, Noemi jumped off her horse and walked a little.  She then stopped, went into the woods and used the bathroom and my nose caught the smell of something afoul.  She re-appeared from the woods with her cheeks flush, “I’m sorry!”

“It happens, I’m lucky I don’t experience that.”

“Yes, you are.”

The weather was annoying, Noemi was sweating, and bugs filled the air, the horses were panting, and I was just trotting along. After a few more miles, I spotted a small pond about fifty-yards off to the side of the path we were on.  I turned Sabor towards it, then Noemi followed.

“Be a nice place to rest,” she mentioned, I could tell she was tired, “I’m hungry as well, are you any good at catching fish?”

“Yes, I am,” I chuckled, as we approached the pond.

“I will make us bedding for the night if you want to catch us fish?”

“I will catch you fish, I am fine,” I said and got down off Sabor and tied him off near the pond. The two horses started drinking up the pond water.  Then Noemi got down and started lapping up some of water with her hands.