He
awoke in his bed. He looked around frantically, and breathing hard. He thought
it was all just a dream. He got up to his feet, and walked to his central room.
He turned on the news, and turned the sound up enough to hear it in his
kitchen. As he made his food he overheard a news anchor talking. The anchor
said "We have a gentleman here who claimed they saw a vampire slayer at
the outskirts of town." He froze for a minute because then he knew his
nightmare was reality, and that "gentleman " had taped him. The man
came on screen, and said "I was on the outskirts of town last night, and
saw a man slaughtering what looked like vampires." "You think a man
was slaughtering vampires on the outskirts of town?" asked the anchor man
gaining interest, "What did these vampires look like?" "They were
hard to see." said the man,"They were jumping out of nowhere."
"When I did see them they were pale. had long sharp finger nails, and
sharp fangs." "Do you have any proof to support this?" asked the
anchor man "Yes I have these photos." the man answered. He showed the
photos to the camera. Narrating what happened in each photo. "In this one
he sweep he pounced on this vampire stabbing his neck." "In this one
the man was nearly infected, but he stabbed through it mouth." "And in
this one he's on the ground nearly killed, but he stabbed the vampires."
"Wow a man actually slaying vampires!" said the news anchor
reflecting on his thoughts, "I don't know if this man is a hero, or just a
killer on a battle high." "Well America, it's time for sports with
your man Berry Williams." Our hero shocked ate the rest of his food
thinking tensely. "Is he right am I still on a battle high?" he asked himself, "Am I actually doing
something good, something right?" "Am I just using mankind's safety
as an excuse to kill?" He could have gone on for ages, but he decided to
go to his usually gym. He usually exercises when he needs to settle something.
He had a war raging inside of himself. So he trained tensely until it was almost
sun set. He prepared himself as usual. This time he added a visor so people
couldn't see his eyes. He preformed a form of meditation that allowed him to
walk while he traveled to the outskirts of town. He searched down deep through
all of his memories. Trying to uncover his mental obligation to kill vampires
he only found more memories of his days as an infantry unit. So many of his
fellow soldiers died, but he remained. He was there once again looking into
death's eyes as he heard the hisses. "Your quite popular in our culture."
said the vampire's in unison. "I don't know why, but I love killing me
some vampires." Our hero responded "Yes, we can tell just by looking
at our people's eyes." the vampire's commented in unison, "In our
eyes we aren't doing anything wrong." "In our eyes we're just having
our meal." "In my eyes you blood sucking monsters are killing my
kind, and i'm the only one dumb enough to com here, and stop you." our
hero responded as he drew his blades. All the vampires jumped from the shadows.
The leader gave a hand signal for them to back away. He changed his stance as
he hissed showing his extra sharp fangs. The vampire leaped at our hero, but
our hero ducked. The vampire flipped landing safely on his feet. Our hero started
having a flash back when he was an infantry unit. We was forced to hold off
enemy forces with only a blade until backup arrived. His vision turned red. He
let out a war cry. Then he brutally murdered all of the vampires. When he came
back they were all in pieces, and he was bloody. He left for his home wondering
if it was a good thing his flash back happened, or if it was a horrid, and uncontrollable event. Either way he was alive, and they were dead. What else did
he need?