by Zac Zara
“I know! I’m sorry!” Deacon said. “What’s wrong! YOu seemed pretty upset about the whole royalty thing! Sounds like there's something that bugs you!” Weldon said. “Is it because you’re gay?”
“No! I don’t think so! They don’t ever seem to mind really. Probably because my brother is in ln and not me so they don’t have to worry about me getting married or having a heir. I’m just the runt to them I guess. They didn’t even ask me to fight in the blood fights like my brother.” Deacon said.
“But you still don’t want to be left behind!” Weldon said. “I don’t know why! I couldn't forget a face like yours even if I tried. Look at it this way. You can do whatever you want and don’t have to have some stupid royal crap shoved on you and be forced to mayhy some snobby bitch and be miserable. You can be who you want. That’s a good thing right?”
Weldon held Deacon in his arms and looked right into his eyes. He could feel Weldon and his compassion. It calmed him. Weldon felt the same way. He liked serious and bruteing Deacon was. He had this sense of honor that was like what you would find in a knight. But he also liked when he let those defences down. When he stopped being serious and let him come close.
“Yeah! I guess so!” Deacon felt way better now. “Yeah, I guess you're right!”
“I know I’m right!” Weldon replied. Dacon put his arm around the werewolf.
“Thank you!” The vampire came closer to Weldon. The werewolf didn’t stop him. He just wrapped his arms around Deacon too. The two came close to each other’s lips, waiting for the other to do something. Deacon could smell Weldon’s body spray. It was axe and he loved the smell. Weldon could smell Deacon’s too. The werewolf was going insane over the smell. The two got closer and nearly touched lips. But then they were stopped by this loud scream. The two faced the direction of the sound. They both heard it but it wasn't any human scream. It was high pitched and disturbed.
“What was that?” Deacon said. “Oh yeah! We are in a graveyard! Maybe it’s some kind of mutant undead monster. You want to go check it out.” Weldon said. “Sorry! We could try and go somewhere….”
“No! Sure! Let’s go! We can later!” Deacon said. The two were both upset the kiss didn’t happen but at the same time they knew it they shouldn't. The sound had came from further inside the cemetery. They recovered themselves and got ready for whatever it was.”
“Don’t worry my prince! I’ll protect you!” Weldon said. “Not even in your dreams!” Deacon said grabbing his claymore. The two went off down the cemetery path and to investigate.
The two boys went through the brushes and came upon something very off. It was a section of the cemetery full of graves that were maybe only just a few months to a year old. The tombstones were new looking fresh flower but that wasn’t what was off. Most of them were all defined. The dirt was very fresh looking with worms and tree roots ripped up. The holes were dug up in a crude and quick manner with no effort to put the dirt back. Nearly 50-100 graves were dug up. The two boys remembered what the cops said. But this looked worse than he said.
“What a mess! I was wondering what that smell was.” Weldon said. Deacon examined the holes. The coffins were left behind in the holes. Some were smashed to pieces and torn up. But he also say that the body was gone like the entire body. Whoever did this was after the corpses.
“Corpse snatching! I wondered who did this! But I have an dia what is doing this!” Deacon said.
“Sounds like a damn necromancer!” Weldon said. “Yeah! Sounds like you know you’re monsters! So you’re a monster hunter I guess!” Deacon said. “You got that right!n The best in Wolf’s Hollow! Well, fifth best! But I’m getting there. Larry is getting old and I’m catching up!” Weldon said. There were lots of footprints in the dirt. Geiv all the graves dug up, there must have been a lot of people doing this.
“If it is a necromancer, then he sure has friends and their wearing shoes so I can’t tell if it’s human or not. Either way, we certain aren’t alone out here!” Deacon said.
“Bring them on!” Suddenly the young vampire and werewolf heard this munching sound from over near a tree. Deacon nodded to Weldon to head over. In just an instant, the two switched into warrior mode, getting serious for what they might face. Both were trained to be that way, to be strong.
Then the two arrived to this large old mausoleum by the dug up graves. It was busted open with something inside. Deacon looked in and found this strange figure bent down and appeared to be eating something. The figure started to look up and turn to they.
“Come on! Show us that pretty face!” Weldon said. Then the figure turned to them, showing it’s ugly face. The monster was waring old, decayed clothes that had start to fall to pieces. It had no lips just it’s bare jaws along with its eyes and nose caved in. From the back was this tentacles sprouting out. It’s hands had long clawed finger nails where it had a old man in its hands. It was eating him. The monster slowly got up to its feet snarling at the two. It clearly wasn’t scared of them, even though it should. The monster twitched and lumbered in place for a second till it finally went charging at the two. Deacon swung his sword at the monster and decapitated it . But then the body was still moving around on it’s own. Then he sliced it in half down the middle which killed it for good. Both boys checked the man but found it was too late. The monster had devoured his insides.
Deacon looked at the body of the grounds keeper. He had an idea of something he wanted to try. It was a power that vampires of the NIghtworth clan had. It was something called blood memory. He barely used it. But he thought it would be useful for finding out what happened with this man.
"What are you thinking?" Weldon said.
"I'm thinking of using blood memory!" Deacon said. "What is that?" Weldon asked Deacon.
"I can see a victim's last memories or moments before they died. It's not the easlierst power to use. It can be tricky!" "How so?" "You also feel their feelings and emotions before they died, even the pain of dying too." Deacon said. "It's not a good experience! But it's worth a try!" Deacon tasted some of the grounds keeper's blood.
It was then he saws the man's memories in first person. They were fuzzy but he could make them out. The man was walking through the cemetery like he usually on his runs to keep out intruders. But then he found the open graves all over. But he saw something else. He saw a line of dark figures moving through the cemetery with what seemed to be torches and flashlights.
The grounds keeper was watching them them from behind a tree. It was then the figures looked at the man silently. Then they pointed at him. Suddenly, the man was grabbed from behind. The last moments was the old man facing the horrible face of the monster that ultimately ended him. Deacon saw his jaws fly at him. Deacon woke up from the memory. Weldon was next to him.
"Did you see something interesting?" Weldon asked Deacon.
"Yeah! I did!" Deacon slowly went over to the body and examined it. It was like no zombie he had seen.
“What kind of zombie survives decapitation?” Weldon said.
“Or has that kind of speed too? It ran at us!” Deacon replied. “Plus, what’s with those tentacles?” “Just great! Something new! But it’s wearing clothes like, these are burial clothing!” Weldon said. “This must be what happened to the stolen bodies! Great!” Deacon took a deep breath.
“Come on! There might be more we should…” Then as the two went outside, they stopped in their tracks. Both boys looked around and found more of them. They were scattered around the cemetery but they didn’t know they were there. The monsters were just walking around the grounds, probably looking for their next meal. They were just as nasty and monstrous as the other one. The two hide behind some tombstones.
“Damn there's a lot of them! Nice to know we won't be bored!” Weldon said. “I’m in the mood for a monster mash! How about you Deac?”
“Yeah! Just a real graveyard smash! Now you’re giving me a nickname?” Deacon said. “You don’t like it!” Weldon replied.
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��I didn’t say that! Maybe I do!” Deacon said.
“Sound we stealth kill or just go in!” Weldon said.
“We should go for stealth kills some so can get the drop on..” But then one of them started to scream at the boys. It had spotted them. Then the others looked towards their direction. Deacon leap forward and slashed the thing in two. But then two more came racing at thim. But he didn’t have to kill them. Suddenly Weldon came leaping over Deacon fully transformed and smashed both of the monsters with both hands into the ground. Then the werewolf punched another into a tombstone. The thing didn’t move after that. Deacon stared at the large best in front of him.
“You not scared!” Weldon said. “Why should I?” Deacon said. The young vampire shook off the green slime or whatever those things were bleeding. Then Deacon threw this sword right at one of them, hitting them through the neck. Then he leaped on top of it, knocking the monster to the ground and ripped out the sword, killing it. Deacon roundhouse kicked one of them into a tree while slashing two more in two. The impact shattered its body. Weldon ripped three in two with one swing of this claws. He was mostly punching them into the the ground, turning them into jelly across the ground. Deacon dodged one of the flying monsters after the werewolf sent it airborne with his fist.
“Watch where you're throwing those!” Deacon said. “SORRY!”
Deacon ran through the crowd of them, slashing them to pieces as he dodged around them. One he slashed in half while two others he sliced through the tops of their heads. Deacon slashed one diagonally then decapitated another while slashing one more down the middle. This large horde of them started to run after him. But Deacon just smirked. Deacon drew his sword back and wenting leaping with his sword flying down at a crowd of them coming at him. His sword strike the crowd with the impact of a meteor, blasting them all over the place.
Then the other monsters started to pick up the tombstones and licks as weapon. But that didn’t mean anything to the werewolf. He grabbed his own giant rock and smashed it into a group of them. Weldon smacked them around like they were scarecrows. He smashed them against the ground, grees, he even ripped a tree out of the ground and sued it to beat them to death.
Deacon was finishing off the rest of them not so far away form Weldon. He slide under a group of them and ripped off their legs then stomped in their heads. One tried to come up from behind but Deacon just elbowed it in the face, knocking off it’s head. Three more of those monsters started to crawl up the trees and leap down at Deacon form above him. But the young vampire impaled two of them on his sword then smashed the third one into the ground with his foot. Welon hit one into the air then leaped up with it and batted it’s body into a horde like a bowling ball into pins. Finally Deacon stabbed one through the chest and ripped it out the side, killing the last one. Weldon came over to Deacon in his beast form.
“Handsome and skilled! I lucked out!” Weldon said to Deacon. “Not bad, prince!” Deacon rolled his eyes. “You're not so bad yourself! Crude but it works! Where did you learn to fight, the hulk?” Deacon said. “Well, that’s the last of them! Here anyway but there might be more!”
“CORPSES HAVE BEEN TAKEN FOR WEEKS NOW! THERE’S PROBABLY AN ARMY OF THESE THINGS!” “Well at least we won’t have to worry about the human population getting hurt. We killed them before they can hurt anyone else around here!” Then the werewolf got a scent of something. “HEY! I SMELL SOMETHING THAT WAY!” It lead further into the cemetery. Deacon saw drag marks leading into the dense wooded parts.
“Come on! Let's go take a look!” “FIRST TIME WITH A VAMP AND I’M TEAMING UP WITH ONE LIKE SOME RPG QUEST!” Weldon said in his wolf form.
“Not quite an RPG! We need a mage too!” Deacon said. “More like a buddy cop movie.” The two followed the trail but kept an eye on their surroundings. They found more dug up graves here and there. Who ever was doing this was sure going for broke. They were drawing to much attention to the supernatural world and didn’t seem to care too much. It was getting later and the full moon was nearly over the horizon. Then the two of them found some movement in the distance. They hid in the trees quickly to catch what was happening. They saw flashes of torches giong back and forth in the cemetery. On closer look, there were figures digging in different parts of the ground.
These figures seemed to wear miner great with black gas mask over their faces. They even carried large weapons like pickaxes, scythes, and double barrel shotguns too. Some were digging up the graves while the ones above were holding the torches and giving light down below. The diggers brought up large coffins and sat them to the side while others carried them off to this grain truck parked on the cemetery road. There had to be over 50 of them. Deacon watch them and swa where they were heading off to. They seemed to going off to the woods behind the cemetery. The truck went there too.
“Well by the look of their outfits, I’d say they're cultist! Humans probably!” Deacon said. “Da told me that cultist are some of the worst freaks to deal with. Insane, deranged and dangerous!” Deacon said. “But their still human so there’s that!”
“THE LET’S SEDINDED THIS HEAVEN’S GATE!” Weldon said. The two followed the cultist into the woods. They were easy to track. The place was dark and creepy as hell, even for a vampire and a werewolf. The woods looked as dead as winter yet it was May. The two of them sneaked through the brush without making a sound. The cultist walked in a single file line with the torches lighting the way. They had followed them for 10 minutes till they reached this structure in the woods. It was a old church that seemed to be abandoned for decades. The windows were boarded up and the yard was overgrown. The cultist were all gathering in that building while others were unloading te bodis. They brought them down into the cellar around the back.
“Should we get help? This seems a bit over our heads!” Deacon said to Weldon. “OF COURSE NOT! WE CAN HANDLE THIS! YOU’RE A BADASS AND SO AM I SO I’LL BE NO PROBLEM!” Weldon told him. “YOU ARE A BADASS! REMEMBER THAT!” Deacon nodded in reply.
The to snuck around the property as the last of cultist went inside. Just a few were outside guarding the place. There were two circling the church with shotguns.
“SO DO WE KILL THE CULTIST OR..”
“Just knock them out for now. If they are responsible and try to kill us, then we kill them.” Deacon said “RIGHT ON!” The two snuck up to the two cultist then knocked them out by punching them in the face. They went down like a rock. The two boys dragged the cultist to the weeds so they couldn’t be seen. There wa a set of keys on one of them that must have went to the door. The boys used them to gain entrance inside. The church ws rundown and old but still looked like some cleaned it and took care of the floors and walls.
“LOOKS CLEANER THAN MY ROOM!” Weldon said in this wolf voice. The moment they entered, they heard loud chanting of some kind. It was in a language that neither of them understood. They both went further in finding a massive chapel in front of them. In the chapel were dozens of cultist standing around chanting to the stage in front.
On that stage was this tall man that was dressed similar to the cultist but his outfit was more unique and more detailed. He had on the gas mask but also armored shoulder pads with bone spikes coming out of thm. There was a black cloak going down his body with this chest plate over it and a black cape flapping from behind. He also held a huge staff that was made of a stick with human bones embedded into the thing. At the top of the staff was this red jewel. It was clear to the boys this was the necromancer they are looking for.
He certainly looked like one from some D&D story. The cultist started to bring the necromancer a body they stole from the ground. It looked like a recently buried 40 year old man. The necromancer took out this weird knife then stabbed it in the chest. Suddenly the corpse started to morph and change before them till the body got back up. It was now one of those monsters from earlier.
“So that’s how it works!” Deacon said.
“SO WHAT DO WE CALL THEM? THE MONSTERS! DO WE HAVE A NAME F
OR THEM?” Weldon said. “I don’t know! How about reavers or lost souls?” “I GOT IT! DEVOURERS!” Weldon said.
“Why Devourers?”
“IT SOUNDS COOL!”
Deacon went with it. The cultist took the devourer off outside. Then the necromancer started to address the crowd of cultist.
“Welcome my children! Our time is at hand. Each day we grow stronger and stronger. Soon this city will completely be ours and the first of many for our lord to claim.” The necromancer told them. “The dead now serve us and with them, we will our lord back from the beyond and then, he turn this world into paradise.”
“What the hell are they talking about in there?” Deacon said.
“GOD KNOWS! THEY’RE ALL CRAZY!” Weldon replied. “This world posied by mankind. Made to rot by their false religion and selfish pride. Now it is time for them to pay for their sins. They will suffer for all they have done. I could know no greater honor for hem. The world will return to its former self and a new down will surface.” But Deacon heard enough of all the rambling.
“That’s it!” The two boys got out of cover and storme into the chapel. The cultist all turned to the two shocked and surprised. “ALRIGHT YOU NUT CASES! YOUR BOOK CLUB IS CANCELED!” Weldon yelled.
“You all going to pay for what you did!” Deacon said. The cultist started going into a comotion then they all fled out through the doors inn the back. They didn’t even put up a fight. They just scattered to the wind, except for the necromancer still on stage. He wasn’t shocked or scared it seemed. He just stood there unphased with a large book in his hand.
“Well that was easy!” Deacon said. But the necromancer was still there. “Looks like your friends took off without you! It’s just us now!” The necromancer placed the book aside and cracked his neck.
“Nevertheless, I have no need of them at this moment. They had done their service. They have other work that needs doing.” The necromancer turned to them. “Your interruption is most annoying to me. You defiled a important ritual!”