Dracula: Hearts of Fire (Dracula Heart's) Read Online Free
Author: Albert Gallant
picked up her Samurai swords and held them touching at ninety degrees with her knees bent; she remained motionless as she went into a meditative state, transfixed like a statue. She remained in that position for several minutes. Her level of concentration was at a higher intensity than most could obtain. The mind was wiped clean of all external distractions. She imagined several foes that approached. Awareness was heightened; all her senses were razor sharp . The mind was still as her muscles readied. The sheriff then went through a series of thrusts in a predetermined pattern , her swords cutting noisily through the air with the most impressive leaps. She parried, blocked and decapitated in a fluid motion as natural to t he sheriff as water in a brook.
Then she envisioned multiple attackers with sw ords as she went into kill mode; s lice and dice. There were two males and a female, all with swords. Controlled fury combined with experience and style. It was art in motion as she tumbled through the air with her swords jutting out at deadly angles.
Without warning her front door was kicked off its hinges and sent flying across t he room. This was no dream as her new home had sustained damage. Lauren faced the two intruders and smiled ; Milton and Clifford blurred into the living room area and were actually transluce nt. The spell that had allowed them entry without permission wasn’t exactly working the way it should have. That was the thing with spells, a person really had to know what they were doing otherwise the effects could be unhealthy , even deadly . They were tall , blonde and ski nny. Clifford’s hair was touching his shoulders while Milton had a brush cut. They were after bragging r ights for killing a red sheriff, and there was now a prestigious club for biters that had killed sheriffs.
Lauren kicked Clifford with such fury that she drove him back out the door. Milton managed to deflect a single blow before she decapitated him as she was in no mood to play . Because of the spell he didn’t immediately turn to dust , sparkles of lights danced through his headless torso . Clifford rushed in screaming like an insane samurai warrior; she knocked the sword out of his hand and as he rushed to retrieve it she also took his head. Lauren let hersel f fall onto the sofa and stared for almost five minutes at the corpses that hadn’t yet turned to dust. Milton ’s was the first to pop and turn to dust , then several seconds later the same thing happened to Clifford. It was time to get the vacuum cleaner. She had some cleaning to do after all.
CHAPTER THREE
I T WAS A LITTLE AFTER TEN O’CLOCK in the evening when Jerome exited the forest and made his way to the Mill Road in Moncton; he was comfortable dragging his victims into the nearby woods and feasting on them in there, surrounded by the trees and animals that concealed themselves in the night. The waxing crescent moon peeked through an opening in the clouds and crickets chirped to give the night ambience. A few cars went by but not many. He knew there weren’t many sheriffs in Moncton, if any.
Jerome was a bearded fellow that had watche d for the last two nights the three women that resided in the century old white house with the peeling paint . He had set his attention on them like a trucker on a stake and he wasn’t about to let go. Jerome blurred across the road, then paced at the back of the house and became excited every time one of them passed by the windows, lit up by the interior glow against the darkness outside . He was motivated by the night’s hug and by its freshness. The women were all in their sixties, shared the cost of living which made life easier for all of them. They had become good friends and were like family. When one was sick they all felt ill.
“ You are b ags of blood with
Then she envisioned multiple attackers with sw ords as she went into kill mode; s lice and dice. There were two males and a female, all with swords. Controlled fury combined with experience and style. It was art in motion as she tumbled through the air with her swords jutting out at deadly angles.
Without warning her front door was kicked off its hinges and sent flying across t he room. This was no dream as her new home had sustained damage. Lauren faced the two intruders and smiled ; Milton and Clifford blurred into the living room area and were actually transluce nt. The spell that had allowed them entry without permission wasn’t exactly working the way it should have. That was the thing with spells, a person really had to know what they were doing otherwise the effects could be unhealthy , even deadly . They were tall , blonde and ski nny. Clifford’s hair was touching his shoulders while Milton had a brush cut. They were after bragging r ights for killing a red sheriff, and there was now a prestigious club for biters that had killed sheriffs.
Lauren kicked Clifford with such fury that she drove him back out the door. Milton managed to deflect a single blow before she decapitated him as she was in no mood to play . Because of the spell he didn’t immediately turn to dust , sparkles of lights danced through his headless torso . Clifford rushed in screaming like an insane samurai warrior; she knocked the sword out of his hand and as he rushed to retrieve it she also took his head. Lauren let hersel f fall onto the sofa and stared for almost five minutes at the corpses that hadn’t yet turned to dust. Milton ’s was the first to pop and turn to dust , then several seconds later the same thing happened to Clifford. It was time to get the vacuum cleaner. She had some cleaning to do after all.
CHAPTER THREE
I T WAS A LITTLE AFTER TEN O’CLOCK in the evening when Jerome exited the forest and made his way to the Mill Road in Moncton; he was comfortable dragging his victims into the nearby woods and feasting on them in there, surrounded by the trees and animals that concealed themselves in the night. The waxing crescent moon peeked through an opening in the clouds and crickets chirped to give the night ambience. A few cars went by but not many. He knew there weren’t many sheriffs in Moncton, if any.
Jerome was a bearded fellow that had watche d for the last two nights the three women that resided in the century old white house with the peeling paint . He had set his attention on them like a trucker on a stake and he wasn’t about to let go. Jerome blurred across the road, then paced at the back of the house and became excited every time one of them passed by the windows, lit up by the interior glow against the darkness outside . He was motivated by the night’s hug and by its freshness. The women were all in their sixties, shared the cost of living which made life easier for all of them. They had become good friends and were like family. When one was sick they all felt ill.
“ You are b ags of blood with
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