They Hunger

horror thriller vampires deliverance :: Sunday, February 11, 2007 by scottnicholson

Castle turned to see the creature latched onto the blond man’s back, bony fingers grappling against the man’s drysuit. Unlike the one that had carried off the Rook, this one had a gray, leathery hide and thin arms that bore the suggestion of loose skin. The face was humanoid but the bald, blunt dome of skull descended to a sharp, bony chin. The eyes were large and milky, with no pupils, as if the creature had no use for vision. All those features made only fleeting impressions on Castle, because his attention was drawn to the two glistening incisors that dug into the blonde’s neck above the collar of his life jacket.
Castle struggled for his Glock, trying to push Lane out of the way. Lane crawled onto the inflated bulge of the bow, arms flailing, moaning as if he were the one being attacked. “Oh, Jesus, dear sweet oh-my-Christ Jesus, dear goddamned Jesus,” he muttered in a loose and profane litany.
Bowie jumped out of the raft and let it glide past him, then he raised his paddle and swung the end against the creature. The flat end of the paddle thwacked against the creature’s hunched back but it didn’t pause in its assault. It lifted its head and twin drops of blood dangled at the end of the incisors. The lips were parted in a frenzied sneer. Castle raised the Glock, but with the rocking of the boat and the blonde’s jerking attempts to throw the thing off his back, he couldn’t get a clear shot.



Added on February 11, 2007 08:13 PST

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