“Pigskin pt 2”
“If you give me the information I seek, the less it will hurt” the Vamp said, with a slight Slavic accent. “You lie to me, and I’ll skin you alive, then I will feast.”
Just the thought of it made my stomach twist in knots; I could taste the bile rising in the back of my throat. This was my first encounter with a Vampire, and frankly I hoped my last one.
“Where is the Adeptus Quadratum?”
“Sorry I’m a bit rusty on dead languages, so help me out here.”
“Don’t toy with me morsel, what is the location of the Adeptus Quadratum. You have ten seconds to answer.” The rage in his voice made the hair on my entire body stand on end. He made it clear just with a gaze that he wasn’t fucking around.
I gulped as covertly as I could.
“Listen fang boy, I have no clue...” He moved fast, faster than anything I had seen before. Next thing I know he backhands me sending me and the chair backwards, my head bouncing off the stone floor. I was starting to get real tired of someone beating on my melon.
It took me a minute to regain my focus, Vlad was imposing enough, but having to look up at him was even more intimidating. He flashed his pearly whites, sharp elongated fangs and all.
“I’ll ask you again morsel, where is the Adeptus Quadratum?”
With the speed I had witness just seconds before he picked me up chair and all (over his head mind you) and pitched me against the wall. What he wasn’t expecting was that the chair as old as it was broke on impact. I bounced off the wall and landed in a heap on the floor. It didn’t take but a second to feel a searing pain in my left leg. I was almost afraid to look down at it, fearing what I would discover.
Despite my fear I took a gander anyways, the sight of a six inch long piece of wood sticking out of my thigh made my stomach lurch again, bile made it way to the back of my throat. I could feel the warm blood starting to wash over my leg. I looked up at fang boy, and noticed that my Sig was tucked into the waistband of his slacks.
The Vampire, I shit you not started to drool.
I’m going to guess that was because he could smell the blood. I was like chum in the water. My wrists and legs were free from their bindings, an by product of the chair being broken into tiny little pieces.
The problem was I was down a leg. Doing my best, I pushed the pain to the back of the line. It was there, it hurt but I succeeded in making it more or less background noise. And let’s not forget, he had the speed of a million Cheetahs. I needed to think quickly on how to get my gun and get the hell out of Dodge.
He was taking his time looking me over; he ran his tongue over his fangs, a bit of drool collecting at the corner of his mouth. Yuck. He began to take his jacket off (fully exposing my Sig) and started to gloat as he rolled up his sleeves.
Which, I found cliché as hell.
“It’s been a while since I’ve fully fed, morsel. I plan to take my time with you. I’m going to enjoy you to the very last drop.” He reached down, picked me up by the shirt collar with one hand. My feet dangled a few inches off the stone floor.
Then I was hit with a bit of inspiration.
I flashed a grin that would even make the Joker proud and proceeded to put as much force behind my good leg as possible and kicked him in his Vampiric balls. He howled in pain. It was good to know that Vampires had nads. He immediately dropped me to clutch his family jewels.
The Goblins started to react to the situation, buy heading out the door in quick fashion. They’re not really the brave type without someone telling them what to do, and with Fang Boy in agony they scattered like cockroaches.
I reached down and went for my Sig.
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