Belly Full of Blood - Chapters 1-4 (not for sharing - Copyright Protected 2020 )

his sword as a small horde of Dawnbroods descended
upon him, screaming with cocky arrogance as they ran on
all fours. They leapt into the night and came down with
forceful ferocity, their claws outstretched.
Wren ran into the fray, slicing upwards in an arc
and bringing his sword through the dick of an air bourne
vampire. The sword went clean through its groin, up
through its belly and then curved outwards slightly, to
ensure the blade severed the heart in two, a magnetic pull
that always guided Wren’s blade, ensuring a blow as
forceful as that would always strike the heart.
The bisected vampire split off into halves as it fell
to the ground, his guts spilling below him in a steaming
heap which he frantically scraped together in some futile
attempt to rejoin himself, but it was too late, his severed
heart had already begun to do its job. The vampires flesh
began to crack and blacken, with molten fire erupting from
the splinters of broken flesh, until the vampire ignited and
became ash on the wind.
The heart of a fledgling Dawnbrood did not have