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a bat.
He saw them crawling, he saw them standing and
he saw the ones who hid, biding their time to strike.
‘I see every last fucking one of you.’ His echo
location scanned the area, bringing to his attention the
many piles of corpses of the townspeople who had died
from the plague only today, their blood scent still hanging
heavy in the air, possibly a cause to the amount of vampires
who had gathered here.
‘Did their flesh bring you here?’ shouted Wren,
stalwart in the night. ‘Or was it me? The unobtainable prize,
the pot of gold at the end of the blood-red fucking rainbow!’
he growled. He grinned at the horde of vampires that
crawled closer around the borders of the town. ‘Dinner’s
served you fucking mongrels,’ he said as he withdrew his
sword, which reflected the glow of the moon like a
lighthouses beacon, ‘come and take a bite.’
Listening through undead ears, as if some great
flag had been dropped to signal the attack, the vampires
came. Wren kept his ground and tightened the grip around