“Over here, you dumb ass!” shouted Brian from inside the shed, in a desperate attempt to draw Dietrich’s ire to him and away from Carl.
“Before I break your legs, let me take your truck for a quick spin,” exclaimed Dietrich as he pushed on the hood of Carl’s truck, which lay on its side, and spun the vehicle around 180 degrees, leaving it facing the shed and Brian, who was standing just inside the shed door.
Carl, in quick reaction, managed to toss the ammo out through the shattered windshield and into the waiting hands of Brian before Dietrich pushed on the rear of the truck, spinning him around again another 180 degrees, and back to the truck’s original position. Brian began to load the clips of both rifles while Dietrich seemed to be playing a sadistic game with Carl, spinning his truck around, over and over several times, with him still trapped inside. Carl was becoming nauseous, as if he were in a tortuous carnival ride, from being spun around so much while inside his truck.
“Hurry up and shoot! I’m getting sick!” shouted Carl to Brian, just as the front of his truck was spun around half circle again, and now facing Brian. KABOOM! The sound of Brian’s rifle shot was music to Carl’s ears, as it ceased the spinning and torment when the bullet smacked Dietrich in the forehead, causing a distraction just long enough to enable the quick-thinking Carl to jump out through the broken windshield and into the safety of the shed again.
Dietrich became enraged as he shook his head from the annoying pain of the bullet.
“Shoot again!” shouted Carl.
“This is the only ammo we have left!” replied Brian. “I think we should save the rest of it for our last you know what!”
Dietrich was furious, and his face turned back into the terrifying vampire-looking horror show, which he displayed when killing Ron earlier in the afternoon. But it was the first sight for Brian and Carl, and they felt horrified when they saw the pointed ears, pale-white face, yellow eyes, fangs, and talons. Dietrich put his right hand onto the closed tailgate of Carl’s truck and shoved it hard, pushing and sliding it on the ground five yards, and wedging its grille and front bumper into the doorway of the shed, trapping them both inside with no escape route.
“I wonder what he’s up to now,” Brian told Carl and himself No sooner had he finished with his question when one of Dietrich’s 300 mph packed snowballs came flying through the side of the shed wall, followed by another and another.
“Hit the deck!” shouted Carl as he and Brian dove onto their stomachs in search of cover and safety from the flying projectiles. The furious Dietrich was outside, packing snowballs together with rapid speed and power, and firing them through the shed in the same manner that he broke the windshield with.
“Look out!” shouted Brian as another snowball penetrated through the wall and collided with the stacked woodpile with such force that it knocked half of the top row off and onto the ground. He was observing the side of the shed wall and the dim light from the outside, shining through the dozens of holes that Dietrich had put into the wall, when he noticed an axe leaning up against the woodpile. He didn’t have a second to think about a use for the axe as a weapon when two more snowballs flew over them in a blur, nearly grazing their backs.
“Crap!” exclaimed Carl. “That one was close! Look at the wall! It looks like it got shot up with several semiautomatic shotguns!” Another snowball flew in and hit the top of the woodpile, knocking some firewood from the top row and onto their backs.
“Damn!” shouted Carl. “That hurt!”
Carl and Brian were on the verge of begging Dietrich for mercy when his attack and barrage of snowball missiles ceased. They were both also beginning to feel chilled and cold, and now were in possible danger of having mild hypothermia from being outside and in the shed for over an hour.
“Gentlemen, I guess my fun has to cease temporarily as it is now 8:50 PM, according to my wristwatch. It is time for me to prepare Phyllis for her new life,” said Dietrich with scorn. “Time flies when I’m having fun, but the moon is brighter and nearly at full power, and my eternal companion waits!”
Just when Dietrich turned and began to walk toward the store, he noticed a shadowy figure of a man who was walking out of the darkness from the far end of the lot, and entering into the radius of the store’s floodlight. He appeared as if he were ill, bending over and holding his lower abdominal area as he walked. It was Buck, and he was in the early stages of his transition period.
CHAPTER 13
8:50 PM
“Stay away from Phyllis, you deranged psycho!” shouted the emotionally charged and angry Buck at Dietrich, stumbling and staggering toward the vampire while cramping and sweating profusely. “If you touch her, you’ll pay with your pathetic life!”
“Indeed?” responded Dietrich, seeming more annoyed than angry by Buck’s threat. “And who are you supposed to be that I should take your threats seriously, sick man? In the words that my father once spoke, ‘Am I a dog?’” he added as to mock him with disdain.
“No, I’m the dog!” answered Buck. “A very nasty dog who will rip you to shreds in ten minutes!”
“Ten minutes? I would be very amused to see how you would attempt to rip me to shreds, but I don’t have time for this nonsense, and you’ll be dead before then!” exclaimed Dietrich angrily as he raised his left hand over his right shoulder and backhanded Buck across the face with such extreme force that it propelled him twenty yards through the air, knocking him unconscious when he collided into the rooftop of Carl’s truck and tumbled to the ground, landing on his back just in front of the shed. The temporary blackout seemed to also briefly hinder his transition into the werewolf, and had Dietrich convinced that he was dead. “I’ll let Phyllis feed on the blood of your dead body, sick man!” the vampire mumbled to himself as he continued into the store and up the stairs toward Phyllis.
“Buck? Buck? Are you okay?” asked Brian with a muffled voice from inside the shed.
“Buck!” shouted Carl, hoping that Buck wasn’t dead.
Carl and Brian both shouted at Buck a few more times when they started to hear his groans.
“I feel like my face got hit by a Mack truck,” mumbled Buck as he slowly regained his consciousness and stumbled back to his feet. “I see this isn’t going to be easy!”
“Are you okay?” asked Brian.
“I’ll be fine,” answered Buck. “I have rapid healing whenever I get hurt, like after you two shot me. But stage one of my transitioning has already begun.” No sooner had he regained all his senses and memory when he remembered why he was there. “Phyllis!” he exclaimed. “I need to save her!”
“Wait, Buck!” replied Carl with anxiousness. “You’re not ready yet!”
“Agreed!” said Brian also. “If you go now, you will either get yourself killed before transitioning or injure Phyllis after your transition.”
“What in the hell am I supposed to do then?” asked Buck with a feeling of anxiety. “I can’t let him turn her!”
“If you move the truck and let us out, we’ll go help her and try to lure him out of the store,” replied Brian.
Buck fell to his knees, moaning in pain and clutching his stomach as his werewolf transition entered stage two. “I can’t,” he replied with sorrow.
“Come again?” asked Carl.
“As much as I want you two to help her, I’m too close now. The full moon is minutes away and I can feel its power! Trust me, you’ll be much safer from my werewolf if you stay trapped in there for now,” answered Buck in a deeper, throaty voice, as his pain became increasingly greater, while also feeling helpless and disheartened at not being able to help Phyllis.
“It sounds very painful when you transition,” said Brian to Buck through the wall of the shed.
“When it first happened, it was unbearable!” screamed Buck as he struggled to speak from the violent muscle spasms he was experiencing. “Believe it or not, my transition takes less time and becomes less painful each month, as if I’m becoming immune to it!”
/> “Get that axe that’s leaning on the woodpile, Carl. We’ll chop our way out through the shed wall,” said Brian.
“Great idea!” replied Carl. “I’d rather go down fighting and trying to help, instead of being sheltered in here. Besides, Dietrich will eventually kill us anyways, if we don’t freeze to death first!”
8:58 PM
Dietrich entered the room where he left Phyllis restrained, only to find her in the corner of the room, attempting to cut her ropes with a pair of scissors that she had knocked off a desk and onto the floor by kicking the desk with her feet.
“Why are you trying to fight this, Phyllis?” asked Dietrich. “This will only take a minute, and when I’m finished, you’ll be far superior to who you are now, and will soon thank me instead of resisting me!” He picked her up off the floor and placed her back on the cot, in a sitting position, while she helplessly struggled, kicked, and resisted in any way that she could, along with muffled protests and teary-eyed pleas for mercy through her gag.
Phyllis felt despondent at realizing her fate, and being unable to stop Dietrich from cursing her with the most horrible future life that she could ever imagine. Her memory flashed in an instant, with several thoughts of Buck, her family, and her friends, and thoughts of losing or possibly harming everyone she ever loved.
Dietrich sat behind her on the cot with his right hand around her waist and brushed her hair back with his left hand, as to expose the left side of her neck. “The time has come,” he told her as fangs protruded from his mouth and he gently bit her in the side of her neck, and into her veins, which infected her with his vampire curse. Phyllis’s body began several convulsions as she passed out and slumped down on the cot. The vampire removed the gag from her mouth and released her hands and feet from their binds, bending over to whisper in her ear. “When you awaken shortly, Phyllis, come outside and enjoy your first feast of blood, the blood of your friends. It’s my first gift for you.” He left her lying unconscious on the cot as he left the room, and went back outside, intending to drive Carl and Brian out of the shed.
When Dietrich walked back outside, he was not prepared for what he saw. Buck was still alive and bent over from his muscle spasms, but his eyes were beginning to turn red, and his body size was increasing in hair, mass, and shape. Just then, Carl managed to smash a big enough hole through the shed wall for him and Brian to escape from.
“How can he still be alive?” asked the surprised Dietrich. “And what is happening to him?”
“You’re saying that you don’t know about him, and you’ve never seen anything like this before?” Brian asked the vampire as Carl and he walked through their newly made hole in the shed wall and back outside, with their rifles in hand. “He’s your accidental creation!”
“What are you talking about?” Dietrich asked.
“That wolf that you bit and let escape near Hublick back in August became infected with your evil virus curse also, and then managed to travel south near Circa, biting and infecting him a few days later!” exclaimed Brian. “He has a werewolf curse, unknowingly made by you, and is possibly the first species of its kind!”
“Impossible!” responded Dietrich.
Buck was still a minute away from fully transforming, but he still left all of them in awe, as his bones were snapping and cracking loudly, and his shoes and clothes were shredding from his body being reshaped and sized to a more muscular and menacing, hulk-looking beast. His head was the last to change, as now his ears were becoming pointed like wolf ears, along with a snout protruding from the front of his face, loaded with lethal fangs. Drool and saliva dripped from its menacing jaws as it snapped at the air and rumbled low pitched growls! “Enough with this impressive freak show,” Dietrich said. “I don’t have time for charades, as I will correct my previous mistake and make sure he’s fully dead this time, and end this new species permanently!”
“Buck’s not quite ready yet, so let’s rock and roll, and do our thing!” said Carl with bravado.
They both raised their rifles in one final swan song and fired all their last remaining bullets into Dietrich’s chest and head, which temporarily weakened, staggered, and distracted him from Buck, but also furiously angered him again, as when they had previously shot him earlier. Dietrich began to transform his face into his terrifying vampire, but now Buck was fully transformed and at full strength and power. The werewolf howled a hideous shriek toward the moon, which sounded deafening at close range, before growling and leaping onto Dietrich from ten yards away, slamming him into the front wall of the store, which stunned and dazed the vampire. Dietrich lay on his back as the werewolf, straddled him, bit into and clamped down onto his right arm, tearing a chunk of vampire flesh out with its mouth and fangs, as it violently shook its head! It was the most pain that Dietrich had ever experienced, but the wound supernaturally healed and only further enraged him. He placed both his feet under the werewolf’s abdomen and kicked him off, sending him flying through the air and crashing into Carl’s truck.
“I wish I had a video camera and was recording this,” quipped Carl. “This fight makes the thriller in Manila look like a fight between two kittens!” He and Brian felt helpless to assist Buck, as they were out of bullets and could only watch. He put his rifle down and grabbed the axe instead, for an emergency self-defense weapon, and one that he hoped he didn’t need to use.
The werewolf had quickly recovered and swiped Dietrich across the face like a bear with its right paw and claws, raking his face and hurling him through the air and into the store wall again, after the vampire advanced on it. The werewolf was on top of Dietrich in an instant again, trying to bite into the throat of the vampire. Dietrich was holding its head and snapping jaws away from his throat, and managed to grab the werewolf by the neck hair with both of his hands, twisting and hurling it off to his right, slamming it into the ground with extreme force! Dietrich was quickly on his feet and pounced on the dazed werewolf, clamping his left hand around its throat, lifting it into the air, and cocking his right arm back in a rearward motion, in an attempt to thrust his hand into its chest and rip its heart out, when Phyllis walked out of the store, and her presence briefly distracted Dietrich.
“Your blood that you need to feed on awaits you over there, my Phyllis!” said Dietrich to her, pointing toward Carl and Brian as he turned to face them. Drain and kill them!
The distraction quickly gave the werewolf enough time to recover again, and proceeded to kick Dietrich off, while also ripping some big gashes into the chest and stomach of the vampire with its sharp, clawed feet. Dietrich smacked into the front store wall yet again and crash-landed at the feet of Phyllis, who was still standing in front of the door, but Dietrich quickly stood up, with his back toward her, and faced the growling and approaching werewolf.
“What are you waiting for, Phyllis? I command you to go kill them, now!” he shouted to her as he raked a deep wound of his own into the side of the werewolf with the sharp talons on his left fingers. Dietrich also attempted to gash slashes and wounds with his talons into the legs of the werewolf, hoping to cripple it, but his failed attempts were kept at bay by the snapping jaws and teeth of the werewolf.
Instead of attacking Carl and Brian, as Dietrich had ordered her, Phyllis leaped onto the back of Dietrich with supernatural speed, biting into the right side of his neck and drinking a portion of his blood,which also managed to further weaken him during the process the process. After a brief struggle, the shocked Dietrich managed to grab Phyllis off his back with his right hand and hurled her toward Carl and Brian, where she crash-landed near their feet.
“Impossible! How is it possible for you to break the power of my control, defy me, and turn against me?” said the stunned vampire.
Throwing Phyllis through the air seemed to somehow infuriate the werewolf, causing a fatal reaction for the vampire when it leaped onto Dietrich with blazing speed while also clamping its claws into his flesh for a superior and unbreakable grip, and bit into the throat and ju
gular of the weakened vampire as they both fell to the ground, with the werewolf landing on top. Phyllis stood up and looked at Carl and Brian as they both slowly backed away from her, not knowing what to expect.
“It’s okay guys,” she told them. “Somehow, I’m under total control of my vampire personality, and not under Dietrich’s control. And after I bit him and drank some of his blood, I also learned enough to know how to kill him now, as vampires can acquire valuable information from drinking blood. Give me the axe please.” Carl handed the axe to her, and she smiled at them before turning to look for Dietrich.
The werewolf was still straddling Dietrich, and exhibiting rumbling type, victory growls while the vampire lay on the ground, mortally wounded, from the werewolf’s last bite to his throat, a wound that wouldn’t supernaturally and rapidly heal this time, because of his weakened condition and desperate need for more blood, a feat that Dietrich had neither expected nor experienced during his 3,000-year lifetime.
Phyllis cautiously approached the werewolf and spoke soft, gentle words to it while caressing it with her left hand. “It’s okay, Buck, everything is okay. I’ll finish him, and we’ll soon be together.”
The werewolf moved off the vampire and melted away into the nearby trees, to wait and watch.
“Can you believe what we just saw?” Carl asked Brian as they watched and observed from a safe distance. “Not only can Phyllis control her own vampire, but somehow, she can now control Buck’s werewolf also.”
“It’s miraculous, and I don’t have the answers, but if I were going to guess, it’s as if the great love and virtue that she possesses in her heart were much too great for even an evil and powerful vampire curse to control,” replied Brian. “It’s something that even the 3,000-year-old Dietrich never took into consideration, or never thought possible, because of his own arrogance. And I’d also guess that Buck’s love for Phyllis is just as great, and the werewolf is willingly letting Phyllis control it because of Buck.”
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