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“Get it started, start the cameras let the public here their president’s message” He snarled and stepped back holstering his pistol as he did.

The president looked at him and stuttered unsure what to do, when the creature beside him surely still in the camera’s view path snarled he opened his mouth, “Fellow American’s I know this war has led to many hardships, but be reassured and glad to hear when I tell you that our major offensive is going well. We have already pushed the offenders out of California and continue to have them on their heels. I can personally guarantee with the leadership of my cabinet and myself that Amer-“

The gunshot rang out; the vampire had pulled the pistol and put it to the man’s temple so fast it wasn’t even visible. The human’s head jerked as a cloud of gore flew out of the opposite side of his head. Blood, skull fragments, skin, brain matter, and a new hole appeared in the far wall as his corpse fell. The pistols action stayed back as smoke billowed out of its barrel and the open action as the vampire held it in place for a moment.

He reloaded the pistol and turned towards the camera a deep snarl in his throat as he spoke his fangs flashing, “People of America. Your president lays dead, his words were lies. Our new offensive began last night and we will conquer you. Give yourself up peaceably and no harm will come to you, fight, and you will be exterminated. Your choice.”

He pointed his pistol at the camera after racking the slide and shot it.


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She watched in horror as Andrew backed and fired from his pistol his black armor was broken in places and cracked. His head had burns and cuts all over the side of it, “fall back to the roof. NOW. I’ll catch up”

There were protests but he roared at them for obedience and every vampire acknowledged the order. She felt herself lifted up and pulled away, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! PUT ME DOWN”

Gabriel was carrying her, “He’s buying us time don’t waste it.”

In half a minute the rest of the team was there and the matt black dropship was hovering centimeters off the roof and Gabriel carried Becca kicking and screaming into it.

“GET YOUR a** UP HERE NOW! DAMN VAMPIRE DO IT! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!” She bellowed into the comm.

The ship began to lift off, “NO! NO! LAND! GET HIM!” She screamed towards the cockpit.

The crackle of gunfire on the comm. punctuated his words, “Rebecca… I love you.”

“NO! NO! THIS ISN’T IT! YOU GET UP HERE.”

“I love you.” The gunfire became louder and the silent dropship slowly lifted away from the roof.

“I love you too. I always will.” She whispered and only static answered her.

She screamed and began sobbing turning into Joseph and thrashing against him, “GET HIM GO BACK AND GET HIM!” She thrashed uncontrollably.

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Andrew snarled as his pistol’s action froze, the slide locked back. He threw it at the nearest opponent hitting the man square in the face and breaking his nose,

“COME ON!” he roared.

He flipped his short sword out of his scabbard in the small of his back and held it for parrying when a bullet to his shoulder answered his challenge. He roared in rage and charged forward disemboweling the man whose nose he just broke.

He had long since discarded the charred remnants of the upper part of his armor and let loose the rage that had long since settled in his being. He swung the whirring chainsword aggressively taking the head off another nearby soldier before parrying the clumsy slash of a bayonet, he would go down fighting.

His vision began to haze red as he let the blood rage that him and all his brothers shared take over. Each slash, each stab, became mechanical and automatic; each attack with every ounce of his considerable strength behind it. Each kill fueling his rage more.

He spun around a charging soldier using his forearm to trap the man to him and ripped out the poor soul’s jugular with his fangs, he spun on his heel and stabbed the monoblade into the stomach of the next closest soldier.

There was no one left, he stood panting in a circle of bodies. He heard the bullet a split second after it hit his hip, knocking him to a knee. The sharp crack echoing off the cityscape. He snarled in futile anger at the sniper as he felt another round slam into his side were his abdominals met his obliques and he fell backwards onto the pavement.

The red slowly faded from his vision as he felt shock overcome his body; that’s when he noticed the sleek black gunship hovering above. The chaingun mounted under the noise began to chatter noiselessly, and the empty shell casings fell in slow motion as the gun traversed and shot death into the soldier below. A missile detached itself from the stubby wing and flew forward the plume of jet and smoke behind it appearing in a sluggish nature as the missile flew away from the wing. It impacted into the ground down the street somewhere without a sound as another missile, equally slow, repeated its mate’s journey.