Bardiche
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(Need one female, pm me if interested)
The nightmare that woke Jason Call was the same that woke him up every night. The blood and screams stayed with him as he sat up in the bed at the bed and breakfast somewhere in Arizona. His body was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat as he stood up and walked over to the window. He stood there shivering as the dream was still really alive in his mind. If it only was just a dream and not the past that haunted him he could have just pushed it away. But everything in the dream was real. He had heard the screams and seen the blood.
He sighed as he stared out at the small parking lot. It was still dark but he dressed in his jeans and black t-shirt. He sat down on the bed and brushed back his brown hair from his face. He reached under the pillow and grabbed the Desert Eagle lying there. He felt a little safer with the cold steel in his hand. Not that it was much of use if he was ambushed in the small room.
Even with the gun he felt that something was wrong. Something was really wrong. He put the gun down in the waist line of his jeans and walked toward the door. He hesitated to open it. What if they waited for him right outside? They may already know that he was on their tail.
He opened the door and stepped outside. His nerves was on the edge as he looked around. No one there. Just two cars. His own light blue Volvo S40 and a Range Rover. He inhaled some of the fresh air and walked toward his car. Just then he heard a low whimper and looked to the side of the Range Rover.
He ran over to the young woman lying there. She was moving so she was obviously not dead. Jason crouched beside her. She was almost nude, only wearing panties and a bra. Jason touched her throat to find her pulse. It was racing like she was chased. He felt the two puncture wounds right away and took her chin in his hand and turned her head to the side. Yes there it was, two small fang marks.
Damn it. They had been there while he was asleep. He cursed loudly and lifted the young woman from the ground. She was burning with a fever. He felt the heat radiate from her body as he carried her to his room. He immediately took her to the bathroom and lay her on the floor.
She started to wake up as he turned on the shower. Jason didn't care that he got wet as he felt the cold water wash over them. He needed to get her cold. He sat down next to her.
"It will be alright." He hoped his smile was a convincing one. She must have been bitten less than an hour ago. At least he hoped that. The signs and her fever told him that. If he did this right he might save her from a fate worse than death. If he himself didn't fall first.
The nightmare that woke Jason Call was the same that woke him up every night. The blood and screams stayed with him as he sat up in the bed at the bed and breakfast somewhere in Arizona. His body was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat as he stood up and walked over to the window. He stood there shivering as the dream was still really alive in his mind. If it only was just a dream and not the past that haunted him he could have just pushed it away. But everything in the dream was real. He had heard the screams and seen the blood.
He sighed as he stared out at the small parking lot. It was still dark but he dressed in his jeans and black t-shirt. He sat down on the bed and brushed back his brown hair from his face. He reached under the pillow and grabbed the Desert Eagle lying there. He felt a little safer with the cold steel in his hand. Not that it was much of use if he was ambushed in the small room.
Even with the gun he felt that something was wrong. Something was really wrong. He put the gun down in the waist line of his jeans and walked toward the door. He hesitated to open it. What if they waited for him right outside? They may already know that he was on their tail.
He opened the door and stepped outside. His nerves was on the edge as he looked around. No one there. Just two cars. His own light blue Volvo S40 and a Range Rover. He inhaled some of the fresh air and walked toward his car. Just then he heard a low whimper and looked to the side of the Range Rover.
He ran over to the young woman lying there. She was moving so she was obviously not dead. Jason crouched beside her. She was almost nude, only wearing panties and a bra. Jason touched her throat to find her pulse. It was racing like she was chased. He felt the two puncture wounds right away and took her chin in his hand and turned her head to the side. Yes there it was, two small fang marks.
Damn it. They had been there while he was asleep. He cursed loudly and lifted the young woman from the ground. She was burning with a fever. He felt the heat radiate from her body as he carried her to his room. He immediately took her to the bathroom and lay her on the floor.
She started to wake up as he turned on the shower. Jason didn't care that he got wet as he felt the cold water wash over them. He needed to get her cold. He sat down next to her.
"It will be alright." He hoped his smile was a convincing one. She must have been bitten less than an hour ago. At least he hoped that. The signs and her fever told him that. If he did this right he might save her from a fate worse than death. If he himself didn't fall first.
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