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

beast fell to the ground with a crash, and he raised his arms.
Wren began to dodge, but noticed the vampire’s
movements were slow, lethargic, and uncalculated. These
were not the movements of an aged vampire; they were the
movements of a drunkard with a head injury.
Older vampires were stronger than their fledgling
kindred, their flesh was harder to crack, but crack it
eventually would. Wren launched his spiked fists into the
monster’s face, swing after swing. The vampire’s head was
knocked side to side, until eventually after a few minutes of
easy punching, I t’s skin began to break, then bloodied bone
began to appear beneath its wounds.
Wren was straddled over the vampire’s belly, his
knees on the floor, his back arched through fatigue.
‘Why aren’t you fighting back? What the fuck is
wrong with you?’ screamed Wren as he released another
onslaught of horrific punches, blow after blow, bloodying
the vampire’s visage into a mangled mess.
Suddenly the vampire began to vomit up its own
blood, buckets full of it, a belly full of it, all over itself and