Phantasmagoria: Till Death Do Us Part

Vampire hunter? Paul Hutton looked mockingly into the rearview mirror. Like you have a lot of experience in that line of work.

Vampire hunter? Paul Hutton looked mockingly into the rearview mirror. Like you have a lot of experience in that line of work. Experience no, but they’d given him one hell of a reason. A reason to kill them all.

How could you kill something that was already dead? Feeling a little foolish, he’d nevertheless armed himself for the job. Strands of garlic ringed his neck, from which also dangled a crucifix. Heavy and foreign, it’d hung there barely a month. It had taken that long to find them.

He’d gotten lucky.

After long nights cruising lonely streets, he spotted the four heading for shelter. Recklessly, he parked and followed. Keeping a block behind, he tracked them to a crumbling warehouse. Then waited and watched.

Past midnight, three left. By daybreak, they hadn’t returned. Paul sat in his car, wondering where they’d gone. Would he have to begin his search all over?

No. One remained within.

Exhausted by sleepless nights, he nodded off. When he awoke, sweating profusely with the stench of garlic in his nostrils, he knew…