Vampire's Tomb by Shawn Underhill

Author:Shawn Underhill
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: vampire, wolves, wolf, dracula, oak island

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In a blink she transformed, her body doubling in size, tearing her amazing outfit all to shreds, and she leapt with a snarl at the clown with her massive jaws ready to rend and destroy.

A moment later the clown’s severed arm dropped to the ground. The balloon floated up from the disconnected hand, while the rest of the clown began screaming in sheer terror, staggering and stumbling and bleeding. He was wishing he could go back in time and make better life decisions. Perhaps become a defense lawyer for child abusers. Possibly an opiate dealer. Maybe a telephone scammer of the elderly.

In the next instant Evie’s wild senses kicked in. A familiar scent reached her nose. Another wolf was approaching fast. And not just any wolf. It was her grandfather. She scanned around and stood waiting, watching his white bulk flashing between the shadowy tree trunks.

“What have you done?” he asked, looking from her to the body flopping on the ground.

“He was one of those clowns from the news.”

“Very well,” answered the great elder. “Now that your ordeal here has ended, I ask that you turn your attention to helping us.”

(“Help!” screamed the dying clown.)

“What can I do?”

“The pack requires your presence. At the least it requires your attention.”

(“I’m sorry,” gasped the clown. “It was only a joke. A bad joke. But a joke.”)

“Let us return to the house,” Evie said. “I tire of this scene.”

Her grandfather nodded, and walking at her side, asked, “While you have been away, have you made peace with your role?”

(“Heelllppp!”)

The two wolves exchanged annoyed glances. Even living in the middle of nowhere, enjoying a little peace and quiet seemed a hopeless pipedream. It just wasn’t possible to have a smooth and uninterrupted conversation, regardless of where one went to have it. They sped up to get away from the clown, but putting him out of earshot was no easy task, given their exceptional ears.

They were back to the farm in a few minutes and much of the pack, now wolves, was impatiently milling about the back yard. The sight of them all gathered there in the early light of day was overwhelmingly beautiful to Evie. Over one hundred wolves, all beautifully and uniquely colored. Strong and nimble. Growling and whining. Some of them restless, their hackles bristling as they anticipated the battle to come. Just seeing them in that moment made her heart swell with love and awed pride.

“This is your dream,” Joseph said to her. “We may all act independently, as you see. But we cannot go easily beyond your boundaries. It would be much easier on us if you would bring us east to Maine.”

“Otherwise you must all run a great distance,” she said.

“Yes. There is no other way to transport so many wolves.”

“Then, let us be done with it,” she said resolutely. “Where arguments fail, beauty speaks clearest. I now see my selfishness, and I see it clearest by the beauty of my great pack. Above all else I am one of you.

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