Free Splurge by Summer Goldspring Page B
Authors: Summer Goldspring
blood they prized the most, was the blood of the werewolf. The werewolves would be brought back by the hunters.
They would then be hung up, and drained of their blood. It was a special treat for the vampires.
The werewolves were being beheaded, and gunned down. There was an extra bonus for hunters to bring in the werewolf alive, for the sake of having their blood drained. There was no hope for the werewolves.
The only thing they could do was retreat. They had no choice but to run away from their lands. Their homes were being burned down, and their children were being slaughtered. Hunters did not fight alone.
Vampires had an alliance with them to help hunt down the werewolves.
My father was on his land waiting for the enemy to come. It was night as he walked throughout the forest.
Other werewolves were nearby him. Vampires and hunters approached. It was a blood bath. Vampires were slashed and torn up by the werewolves.
Hunters were killed, and had their heads torn off. The werewolves fought a great battle.
A vampire had grabbed one of the werewolves from the back, and a hunter had cut off his head. My father had slashed a vampire in two pieces with his sword, and cut a hunters head off.
Werewolves were blasted by shot gun blasts to the back, as the vampires drank their blood. My father was on the run.
He was outnumbered. He found a hiding place near the edge of the land, where a huge cliff was. He stood by a great big waterfall. He stood guard, and waited for the enemy.
He kept his rifle handy, and had been looking through his rifle scope. A vampire and two hunters approached.
My father aimed his rifle directly at one of the vampires head. It suddenly started to thunder storm. My father pulled the trigger slowly, and POW!
The vampires head was blown right off his body! The hunters ran towards my father.
My father aimed at one of the hunter’s heart, and pulled the trigger. POW! Down went the hunter!
There was one hunter left. He had a sword, and was running toward my father.
My father readied his rifle, aimed, and POW! He missed! It was almost like slow motion. The hunter deflected the bullet with his sword.
My father took out his sword, and they were clashing swords. Even though it was raining hard, the friction of the blades hitting each other caused intense sparks.
My father and the hunter were locked close to each other. My father head butted the hunter, and the hunter fell back.
Again, they would exchange blades. The hunter retaliated back by flipping backwards, and took out a hunting knife.
The hunter whipped the hunting knife at my father. My father answered. He deflected the hunting knife away with his sword.
The hunter looked surprised, and charged my father. They were on the edge of the land, which stood on a huge cliff. A waterfall was beside them.
Finally, my father’s sword was shattered. My father was on the ground, and the hunter lashed his sword down at my father, but he grabbed his hunting knife on time to deflect the sword.
My father kicked the hunter back, and the hunter lost his sword down the cliff.
The hunter charged my father.
They exchanged punches, and kicks. The hunter approached my father, and my father took his hunting knife, and stabbed the hunter in the side.
The hunter collapsed to the ground.
My father went to grab his hunting knife, and the hunter punched my father, making him fall back. The hunter pulled the knife out of his side, and charged my father.
They wrestled for the hunting knife. They were somewhat of equal strength, and as they wrestled to the edge of the cliff, the ground gave out. They both disappeared into the darkness, down the waterfall.
That hunter was Edward Godspeed. He was never seen again by my father, but my father was sure he was alive.
My father was injured that night but survived. The vampires later took the lands back from the werewolves, and the hunters were paid in gold, money and jewels.
The werewolves became
They would then be hung up, and drained of their blood. It was a special treat for the vampires.
The werewolves were being beheaded, and gunned down. There was an extra bonus for hunters to bring in the werewolf alive, for the sake of having their blood drained. There was no hope for the werewolves.
The only thing they could do was retreat. They had no choice but to run away from their lands. Their homes were being burned down, and their children were being slaughtered. Hunters did not fight alone.
Vampires had an alliance with them to help hunt down the werewolves.
My father was on his land waiting for the enemy to come. It was night as he walked throughout the forest.
Other werewolves were nearby him. Vampires and hunters approached. It was a blood bath. Vampires were slashed and torn up by the werewolves.
Hunters were killed, and had their heads torn off. The werewolves fought a great battle.
A vampire had grabbed one of the werewolves from the back, and a hunter had cut off his head. My father had slashed a vampire in two pieces with his sword, and cut a hunters head off.
Werewolves were blasted by shot gun blasts to the back, as the vampires drank their blood. My father was on the run.
He was outnumbered. He found a hiding place near the edge of the land, where a huge cliff was. He stood by a great big waterfall. He stood guard, and waited for the enemy.
He kept his rifle handy, and had been looking through his rifle scope. A vampire and two hunters approached.
My father aimed his rifle directly at one of the vampires head. It suddenly started to thunder storm. My father pulled the trigger slowly, and POW!
The vampires head was blown right off his body! The hunters ran towards my father.
My father aimed at one of the hunter’s heart, and pulled the trigger. POW! Down went the hunter!
There was one hunter left. He had a sword, and was running toward my father.
My father readied his rifle, aimed, and POW! He missed! It was almost like slow motion. The hunter deflected the bullet with his sword.
My father took out his sword, and they were clashing swords. Even though it was raining hard, the friction of the blades hitting each other caused intense sparks.
My father and the hunter were locked close to each other. My father head butted the hunter, and the hunter fell back.
Again, they would exchange blades. The hunter retaliated back by flipping backwards, and took out a hunting knife.
The hunter whipped the hunting knife at my father. My father answered. He deflected the hunting knife away with his sword.
The hunter looked surprised, and charged my father. They were on the edge of the land, which stood on a huge cliff. A waterfall was beside them.
Finally, my father’s sword was shattered. My father was on the ground, and the hunter lashed his sword down at my father, but he grabbed his hunting knife on time to deflect the sword.
My father kicked the hunter back, and the hunter lost his sword down the cliff.
The hunter charged my father.
They exchanged punches, and kicks. The hunter approached my father, and my father took his hunting knife, and stabbed the hunter in the side.
The hunter collapsed to the ground.
My father went to grab his hunting knife, and the hunter punched my father, making him fall back. The hunter pulled the knife out of his side, and charged my father.
They wrestled for the hunting knife. They were somewhat of equal strength, and as they wrestled to the edge of the cliff, the ground gave out. They both disappeared into the darkness, down the waterfall.
That hunter was Edward Godspeed. He was never seen again by my father, but my father was sure he was alive.
My father was injured that night but survived. The vampires later took the lands back from the werewolves, and the hunters were paid in gold, money and jewels.
The werewolves became