Throsre stopped.
She noticed the Vampire Hunter, and bared her sharp fangs.
"You're going to die", Daine yelled, as Gorf attacked him.
Daine stabbed the stake into Gorf's chest. Blood gushed from the deep wound. He dropped next his Mistress's feet, and died instantly.
"A shame it wasn't you", he yanked the bloody weapon out with his powerful hands. Thorsre didn't scream, she stood her ground...then grinned at her enemy.
She then glided to her dead friend.
And she ate Gorf's flesh off his face.
Daine's stomach heaved.
And threw up.
"Oh, don't make a fuss, hunter. Those who go to the cemetery of darkness know not of what we are; what we are in asmuch as those who quaver in horror as us. Of course, I am not a Vampire of legend; I am a cannibal-vampire".
She fed more on her friend.
Then, once he was all skeletal bone, Daine heard the violent crunching sound. It was like a Zombie having a meal.
Except, Thorsre wasn't a Zombie.
And then she was covered in blood.
And she moved so fast Daine didn't have time to react.
She ate into his left hand.
"Nooooooooooooo!!!".
But it was too late.
Daine was infected.
And, as the blood was contaiminated, he collapsed onto the ground.
He went into a spasm.
And, within ten minutes, he was dead, as well.
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Cemetery of Pale Vampires Book one A novel
HorrorIn New York, The Cemetery of Darkness, has been overseen by Thorsre, a 200 year old Vampire whose pale features are a rare feature to her kind. When other Vampires attempt to take over, she is forced to do battle with other Vampires...as well as sur...
