murder death killA Chapter by joshua deathdealer10/2011 (Blood type B: Installment Five)
"187"
He spoke nervously into his two way as he walked up to the lifeless body that lay twisted on the dirt road. The gore that surrounded her was illuminated by his vehicle's headlights. Looking, he could see that her throat appeared to have been ripped out or cut. Blood still gushed out the fatal wound, flowing in the dusty tire tracks. "187" "I repeat. I gotta 187, white female out here on old wire road. It's pretty bad. Requesting backup.." the young policeman says as he turns back towards his patrol car. Three feet in front of him stood a person. A man. His clothes were torn and he was not seemingly shaken by the extreme cold. Unshaven and disheveled. Blood covered mouth. "Oh my God" was all the rookie managed to say while trying to raise his gun. As he attempts to train his sights, he is slammed to the ground. Knocking out his breath. Flailing around, his arms are pushed back by the savage man. He feels the killers teeth sinking into his throbbing throat. Pain explodes and claustrophobia. Causing him to pass out. Awaking, he realizes the psychopath is gulping the red, bubbling flow that pours from his neck. Struggling in panic, he pushes back at the assailant. The attacker screeches. Grabs the lawman's head and smashes it repeatedly on the lime rock. After licking at the stickiness on his fingers the deranged man stands up and walks off into the trees. "235 do you copy. Come in 235" © 2013 joshua deathdealerAuthor's Note
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Added on October 21, 2011Last Updated on October 4, 2013 Tags: vampire, immortal, dark, metaphoric, bloodlust Authorjoshua deathdealerCasket City, FLAbout"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..Writing
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