Turning to the darkside

Gilt Strauss Mavenhart threw the axe behind him in a quick shot. It was a clean hit. The axe burrowed deeply onto the abomination’s chest.

He sweep and evaded a swift strike. His hand whipped in the air and the head decapitated off its neck. Thick dark blood streamed on the ground.

The uninhibited vampire threw a jab, leaving the enemy stunned and he gain distance to retain his axe, then came back, jamming the weapon in its head.

This is the last monster of the wave. He sighed in relieve yet he’s not satisfied. He wanted more. His heart pounding harder than ever. His sense heightened just as his desire to kill.

Gilt stopped in his feeding. Filtering the noises of crickets, monsters and other things, he heard a faint familiar noise. It was her, Kate was gasping. Her breathing ragged just as her heartbeat slowly faded.

Out of infuriation, Gilt threw the next over the wall that blocked his way. It repelled and stuck on the ground.