Demon Vampire (The Redgold Series) by Moore Virgil

Author:Moore, Virgil [Moore, Virgil]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Erudite Small Press
Published: 2013-10-02T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty Nine

The Walk

Del walked for a few hours through the night before an uncontrollable hunger overcame him. He felt weak, drained of energy. His throat was parched. It was different than the normal mid summer’s day thirsts he had experienced in his decade of farm work. He attributed it to his compromised health and simply walked on. He was great at ignoring himself before his goals. He would always put others ahead of himself. It was normal to him. Regardless of his desires to continue, he collapsed on the side of the road.

He was at the eastern most farmland in the county. He looked around, exhausted and found a horse trough. He easily jumped the fence and guzzled the water. He was surprised at how much strength he still had. He felt tired, but his body didn’t seem to reflect it. The water was cold and fresh, but no amount eased his drought.

He looked around. There were horses on one side of the fence and cows on the other. He slowly approached a tall gallant white horse speckled with bits of black. It was cautious, as if it had something to fear from him. “Settle your apprehension steed. My thirst cannot be satiated by you.” He approached the horse and brushed its mane. The horse calmed. He exhaled after a deep breath, “but what am I going to do?”

The horse spooked, rearing up in front of him in the open field. Something inside him reacted to the rapid heartbeat of the animal. There was an urge inside him that he wasn’t used to. It tried to assume control. He noticed his hands ready to attack. It was an action he didn’t want to take.

The large horse thrust its hooves into his chest instantly. The impact threw him back, crushing a section of the fence. He looked down to see that the left side of his ribs were all exposed and broken. They poked through his shirt. The horse ran off with blood on its hooves.

He struggled to breathe. There was a gripping in his veins. He wanted to kill something. He began to feel a strength in him that he had never known. It was infernal.

In the distance, the rest of the livestock kept to themselves. He saw the cows react the fierce hunger in him. The depression in his chest filled. His ribs retreated back into his skin. He began to breathe easier. He stood up and slowly walked forward. His arms were light. There was a pain in him, but it didn’t seem to affect his body. He began to run towards the livestock. There was a tingling in his arms and legs. It told him there was power in his actions. He ran and flew through the air with vast speed, and leaped onto the nearest black and white cow he could find.

He tore the right side of its neck out. It bled, gushing to the grass below. It saturated his pant legs and stained his chest.

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