Gentle acoustic pulse shook the ground and was felt beneath the huge bed. Two pairs of eyes and necks veered their gaze towards the colorful crystal chandelier on the roof. The sound of coke fizzing inside a glass played gently inside their ears like a lullaby and almost did them to doze off. A strange burning sensation wafted through. Strong odor burnt their nostrils and ripped their eyes.
From tiny droplet to stains, entire bloodstream washed the shiny cream floor and in a hurricane fit, the thick red liquid descended like current voltage swirling its might and ran wild like the waves crashing on the wooden stairs. The hot bubble stream of blood rose like the huge tide and washed the vast space in the house and spread its violent might, breaking the expensive wooden chairs, glass tables, and furniture. Print and blood shaped hands flapped with force and hit the roofed blue sapphire lamps that crashed on the ground and scattered into tiny shred.
A brutal force grabbed the vampire and pulled him into the bloodstream. The overpowered body jerked and was ruthlessly flung in all directions to finally crash on the wooden stairs. He lumped like a grain sack on the floor in a maelstrom movement and traveled like high electric voltage swayed by the tide of the steamy and seething hot blood temperature. The vampire’s wheatish complexion was smeared with blood and plastered all over the face.
The house was transformed into a graveyard with crosses snuggled and sat on the white concrete cement on the frigid night. Dry leaves were strewn across the graves and flickered towards the mossy tree trunks and the drop of blood plopped into the silent water in the lake. The fog billowed into a serpentine form and curled into a thick white spot around the graves.
A dark shadow loomed and strutted. The dark-complexioned man appeared in front of Jason and wore bruises on his long wrinkled, stiff and hardened face. He lifted Jason with his rough but strong shoulder and made him stand on his feet.
Thyonine is immortal in the world of vampires and ghosts where his name spells chill and respect. He turned towards Jason and Menka, who clumsily walked the stairs to enter the transformed graveyard, “Kill the fear inside you, son. I was able to stop the sea of blood conjured by Marcellio to kill you. I destroy evil but protect innocent children with a clean heart. We have a pact among ourselves and I cannot harm my tribe or protect you. It’s your fight and only you can overpower him. There is only one way for both of you to reclaim the human form. Your souls and bodies are at odds. There is no guarantee to claim both. You have to kill the strong, powerful, ruthless and mighty Marcellio when it’s neither day nor night at full moon.” Thyonine disappeared inside the patch of cloud.
In a twisted movement, black cloaks traipsed and spun around Jason and Menka, dancing madly in an immovable circle. White swords spun and twisted in the air like fire jets to assail both the vampire and witch whose powers were on the wane. Motley fireballs were thrust in the air, exploding in a crackling sound and zipped towards the sky to hit the ground encircling them with raging fire burst.
Pack of furious werewolves, dogs, tigers, and vultures lunged at Jason hitting him on the bruised body and voraciously scratched his face. He spun his body in a round movement and feet deeply entrenched on the ground to face the heinous creatures pouncing on him. Menka clutched to his back. They caught hold of knives, swords, and daggers to cut the animals into pieces as the blood sprinkled on their faces. It was a multi-fold fight against dreaded animals. Their souls and bodies lashed like foes hitting them inside out and blows were felt inside.
The coarse voice of Thyonine voice kept playing inside Jason’s mind, “Remember the rule: You have no choice but sustain the massacre on your body to hold the enemies throughout the night. Neither day nor night.”
The full moon was fast approaching. An invisible force lunged at Jason and punched him in a violent move. The voice thundered, “Come and fight me. You have made our lives hell and upset the balance of power. Both of you have to die today.” The hairy bare-chested demon towered above Jason to reveal his form.
Asmovolde is the most ruthless among demons and vampires. The white demon raised his fist to assault and clutch Jason’s throat. He whooped like a bruised tiger and struggled to release himself. He tried to block Asmovolde with his hand and thwart the kicks but the white demon was wrecking havoc on him in successive burst striking his face, chest, and legs.
Jason was becoming weak in the knee, limb and felt his chest exploding as this brutal force almost ripped him apart. The half man-half vampire moved backward. Asmovolde leaped on him and kicked on the groin. He sensed the entire graveyard spinning around him. Sitting on the knee, Jason blocked the demon’s fist with both hands and shielded his body with a metal surface but Asmovolde punched him hard on the face. His jaw broke and tooth broke into tiny pieces.
Manka lifted a sword on the ground and threw bricks on Asmovolde but he coiled into the form of a snake in a swift movement to grab her hair, legs and entire body in a clutch wrestling her to the ground. She rolled and cascaded her way to take a hit on the huge boulders. Blood oozed from her forehead. She passed out on the muddy graveyard. The moonlight was approaching. Asmovolde dragged the inert body of Jason when Thyronine’s voice kept rehearsing, “Hold on boy. Wake up and stir yourself. Asmovolde will become weak as the full moonlight strikes.”
She blinked and felt dizzy with her forehead drenched in tiny blood patch. She lumbered her aching body off the ground and knew that the moment was now. In a moment of luck, Jason slipped on the mud and freed himself from the clutches of Asmovolde and swiftly hit the demon hard on his face with a metal knuckle. Jason spurted towards Menka at a frenetic pace and both moaned in pain, using all forces in their bodies and hands to uproot the cement tomb.
The moon almost faded. A silver weapon buried under the mud stared and shone on their faces. They lifted the weapon and thrust towards the demon in a coordinated pace and movement. The faded moon waited for few seconds. It was neither day nor night. The moonlight has seeped. The demon’s power was diminishing and the two, jettisoned by an unknown force pierced the weapon which slid inside the demon’s chest. A ravaging fire consumed Asmovolde’s soul and flesh.
A huge lump was felt inside their throats and a numb feeling captured the human bodies that felt like thunder balls hitting them. Jason and Menka crashed on the graveyard on top of each other.
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A train spiraled like light and flicked past humans at Pennsylvania station in New York where Pumpkin shaped Halloween strutted busily and the youth were making merry, boozing and wore modicum of colors on their faces. Two souls sat inside the light speed train and watched helplessly as it flitted past a ruined building with the statues of Jason and Menka painted in white ochre. It was the only thing that was undamaged with time. The souls lost their voices and wanted to raise their hands in a flurry of protest. They shouted, “We are you. You are no statues. See, we are alive.” Their voices were stuck and unheard by the bustling crowd jeering to the tune of Halloween. The train whooshed with speed leaving the statues behind as tears of blood dropped.
The end
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