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don’t think so,” Frank replied,
“vampires may employ humans to guard their coffins during the day,
but they still wouldn’t trust them enough to give them access to
their sleeping bodies. I imagine the men outside were locked out of
the house, just as we were.”
    The three men followed Autumn up the stairs
and to the center of the landing where she stopped in front of a
large oak door that was trimmed with red velvet.
    “ This is it,” she said, “all five
of them are in this room.”
    “ Alright, Benny, you take Autumn in
there and stake these five in the heart,” Frank commanded, “Jack
and I will finish off any others we find in the rest of the
house.”
    “ No!” Benny said
sternly.
    Frank looked confused, “What’s the
problem?”
    “ We kill the five, and then we
leave to find the last one.”
    “ Benny, take a look around, there
are quite a few more rooms in this house. There could be thirty
more vam-pires sleeping helplessly, ripe for the staking. If we
just take out these five (who are most likely the leaders of this
group, I might add) then the rest of them will be hunting us
down.”
    “ That’s a chance we’re going to
have to take.”
    “ This is not the way vampire
hunters work.”
    “ I’m not on some mission to destroy
an entire race of beings. This isn’t about being a hunter, it’s
about avenging Autumn. I don’t give a fuck if these goddamned
things over-run the earth, as long as the six who are responsible
for her murder no longer exist.”
    “ And when they come after us, will
you be able to kill them then?”
    “ I’ll be forced to defend myself,
as I’ve done already at Jack’s house. Self defense is different
than cold blooded murder.”
    “ Aren’t these guys technically
already dead?” Jack interrupted.
    “ It doesn’t matter,” Benny
continued, “they’ve done nothing against us, so we’ll do nothing to
them.”
    Frank knew there was no point in arguing the
matter any further; his youngest son had always been the bleeding
heart type. “Fine, go on and do what you need to do
then.”
    Benny and Autumn opened the door and stepped
through into a large room that was decorated in maroon velvet and
black roses.
    “ Wow,” Autumn said, looking around,
“we should have done our bedroom like this.”
    Along the left wall sat two black coffins with
gold trim, in front of an enormous wall hanging that depicted dark
figures in the middle of some gruesome act. The right wall was
almost a mirror image, only the figures in the wall hanging were
wearing white instead of black. In the middle of the room was a
white coffin trimmed in silver and elevated slightly higher than
the rest.
    “ We don’t have all day, Benny,”
Frank said from the doorway.
    Benny suddenly felt self conscious, knowing
that his father would be able to kill these beings without
hesitation. As he opened the first coffin (on the left side of the
room) he felt a sudden weakness in his knee’s that he usually
associated with a good round of sex. This, however was not sex, it
was murder, plain and simple.
    Even in the darkened room, Benny could see the
pale face staring up at him with wide pleading eyes. He pulled a
stake from his belt and let the point rest on the vampire’s chest,
directly over his heart. The man’s face twitched and grew taught at
the touch of the wooden object. He looked as if he wanted to beg
for his life, but was physically unable to.
    Benny swallowed nervously, and then placed the
palm of his right hand on the flat end of the stake. Using all of
his weight, he pushed the weapon through the creature’s breast
plate and into the heart beneath.
    A deafening scream erupted from the vampire’s
mouth, forcing the humans in the room to quickly cover their ears
with the palms of their hands. The thing arched it’s back, it’s
hands twisting into ugly talons as dark red liquid flowed from the
wound in it’s chest. Suddenly, he dropped limp and lifeless back
into the