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These swords and knives
were toxic to humans as well, so the handles were coated in several
layers of titanium, and then covered on the grip with a material
that absorbs liquids such as sweat. It made it easier to grip and
keep our knives.
We’re all about some business. We didn’t
play when it came to keeping our people safe.
We also carried a set of ten smaller
throwing knives, which were made with the same metals and elements,
but only the blades were toxic. The handles were all metal and flat
so they could be easily thrown. I was a pro at this. I had taken
down over forty or fifty creatures with the throwing knives
alone.
I could hit a fly from thirty yards or more.
A vamp in the heart was nothing. Usually though, I depended on my
gun. The special bullets were made like the blades. They could
instantly take down a normal vamp, shifter, demon, zombie, or any
other supernatural creature, especially if they were hit in vital
areas.
There were very few creatures of the night
that could take an entire clip and not fall.
I’d battled one of these. It had given me a
gift as well. A six inch long and half an inch wide scar, that ran
across my ribs. Had I been totally human, I’d have died. Something
inside me, something not normal, had saved me.
I’d also learned that my blood was toxic to
vamps and demons. I was a genetic mutation, even before I was
attacked, and made into a hybrid.
I should explain here that zombies are flesh
eating demons of a sort. Vampires are a type of demon, but the
zombies are a rather unusual side effect of being bitten by a
vampire that has not been purposely turned. It seemed that certain
humans that were fatally bitten became mindless, hungry, and
decomposing versions of the vampire minus the extra abilities. So
it was what I think of as a lose, lose situation. Should you be
attacked and not immediately treated you could over-time become
infected as well.
These zombies could also infect others by
biting or scratching them. The good thing about zombies were they
eventually decayed to the point of dead undead and finished the
rotting phase. Zombies rot at a slower rate than most corpses and
if they feed enough they rot even more slowly, which means that one
zombie could possibly exist in its undead state from as little as
forty-eight hours to several weeks.
I’d killed one that I’d hunted for over six
weeks once. That bastard was hideous as it was but each time I
encountered the tricky beast, it was missing more chunks of flesh
or smelled worse than before. If you have a weak stomach or heart I
advise you to avoid them at all costs.
Rotting corpses are one thing, but undead
rotting corpses, are a whole new ball game. Pray you don’t find
yourself helpless and in their path. At first they are still in
pretty decent shape, the same as before death, which means if the
human had been able to run fairly fast then so could the
zombie.
The more they decayed the less mobile and
dangerous they were. Not exactly safe but more of a controllable
danger. Having a crawling, legless or not, zombie after you is
still quite heart jolting. Take my word for it.
Wow, once again I had derailed like a mental
patient off the original subject.
When the vamp that had murdered my parents
figured out that my blood was lethal to them, the hard way, he
tried to destroy me. Fortunately he had consumed so much of my
blood that he was dead before he could go through with his
threats.
I’m a little harder to take out than they
think, even as a meek and precious five year old.
I did die though technically, and because I
was almost completely drained, I almost turned. My aunts arrived
just in time. I had used the last of my strength to summon them. It
was a difficult spell, since it instantly told them I was in
immediate danger, leaving no room for doubt. I had been unconscious
again when they’d arrived.
When they saw the horror, what the outcome
had been, how one five year old girl had lived through it… they
nearly lost it.