Free Outside Hell by Milo Spires

money to buy more
animals, and cant take chances that he may, or may not be able to
feed his family, stretches as he prepares to go and check.
     
    Grandad pauses a moment to gather his
strength, and then with his frail hand of eighty holding the
banister, he heads up the stairs to tell his grandchildren a
story.
     
    Yohan stands from his chair and then leans
forwards with his body outstretched, placing his hands against the
narrow window ledge. Carefully he scans the darkness as far as he
can see for anything to verify his fathers concerns.
     
    The night is spectacular and as the stars and
moon cast their cotton candy glow across the waist deep snow, the
blue reflection makes him smile.
     
    Looking down he can’t even see a foot print
so chuckles and steps back, drawing the thick curtains to a
close.
     
    Not entirely sure, he sighs, and then reaches
for his cap and scarf. Quickly he puts them on and then slips his
beige leather jacket on too, before striding with large steps
across to the back door.
     
    ‘Where are you going?’ Silvia said with words
slightly slurred, as she’d then leant forwards and poured herself
another Brandy.
     
    “Just going to check the chicken’s, not sure
if I locked them in properly.” He’d said as he’d then reached up
above the back door to get his shotgun down.
     
    “Well hurry back because Santa will be coming
soon.” She’d replied as he’d then casually stepped out into the
arctic night air.
     
    Turning he’d smiled back at her but at the
same time Silvia saw a hand appear from the side of the doorway in
the shade of pale death. Dropping her Sherry, and in response,
she’d made the most horrible most of wailing screams.
     
    Yohan sensed danger but was too late. Then as
he’d turned, Sorchek’s nails were already deeply buried within his
neck.
     
    “Yohan.” His mother cried out, as her son’s
throat then sprayed everywhere like a fountain of red.
     
    Sorchek in plain sight of Silvia snatched her
son’s head back, and then viciously to the side. Grinning at her
for but a second, he’d turned his head and then with his
paleolithic fangs glistening in the moonlight, he’d sunk his face
into her sons gaping wound.
     
    Yohan’s eyes faded and his death rattle
began, consuming him to the end.
     
     
    BOOM
     
    Sorchek rips his face away from Yohan and
drops the dead body into the snow beneath him. Turning around to
look into the night, suddenly there was a second boom and the
night’s air is filled with a wholesomely bright flash.
     
    This time the vampire stumbles backwards and
crashes into the cottages doorframe.
     
    Looking down he’s horrified to see that there
were two fist sized holes going straight through, and leading out
the back of his chest.
     
    As the shotgun’s cartridges were changed, and
then afterwards closed hard with it’s ominous steel against steel
click, Sorchek stumbles through into the kitchen with his own blood
squirting into the air.
     
    Grandpa meets him at the bottom of the
stairs, his face holding only one shade, that being the shade of
death.
     
    As the third boom was heard, the doorframe
explodes; bits of wood and stonework fly up and go everywhere.
     
    Sorchek grins as grandpa clutches painfully
at his chest. The old man sags dropping to his knees as his own
death rattle begins.
     
    The vampire wonders if maybe Santa might have
been the one with the shotgun, only he knows the bearded stranger
had no presents for him, so dares not to wait around and see.
     
    Charging past the dying old man, Sorchek
leaps up and crashes through the lounge window, taking the curtains
with him and sending shards of glass everywhere.

Chapter 9 –
Fury
    (Secret German Military
Base, Kov á csszenaja - Hungary – 22 nd December 1980)
     
    The first rays of the scintillating morning
sunshine, changing from white to gold said fair well to the mists
phantom tendrils, as it burnt its way down through and warmly lit
the side of the rocky ridge,