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Andrew Roller Presents
GIRL PATROL
Chapter Two
The creature moved through the night. It lifted its head to the
breeze, a northerly, and tried to catch a scent. There, was that
something? A smell of charred flesh, but dead; the odor of rotting
corpses. The creature wrinkled its nose. It didnÕt want rotted flesh. It
wanted to kill something with blood still flowing through its veins. A
rabbit or, if it were lucky, a human being. Soft and tender and young. The
creatureÕs tongue licked its lips, it reached higher and licked along its
gently protruding snout. Yes, young and fresh. A human child, if it was
lucky. It sniffed again. Was that just its imagination or did it in fact now
smell what it truly wanted, a human child? The creatureÕs stomach
groaned. Its mind was playing tricks on it; surely there was nothing out
there but some vampires.
The creature sniffed its way through a ravine and climbed a rise on
the ravineÕs far side. Stunted trees were beginning to give way to the
sparseness of a forest. The moon was not yet up. It was dark. A perfect
time for a creature who operated mainly by smell. A bad time for humans,
who relied most of all on their eyes.
Through the darkness the creature moved. Early evening with its
soft glow of light from the passed-away sun was now gone. It was the
first full blackness of night, a good time for hunting. The creature saw
something glinting ahead of it on the ground, amidst the sparse trees. The
creature moved closer. It was a spent shell casing. A shotgun casing.
Further on it spied the leftovers of a machine gunÕs firing. Bullet casings
were strewn here and there and, amidst more shot gun casings the
ammunition from a Magnum pistol could be seen. Then the creature came
upon its first body. It was little more than a pile of dust when the
creature got to it. He bent close, stooping downward. He wrinkled his
nose. It was the dusty remains of a vampire. Someone had taken a branch
from a tree and stabbed it into the pile of dust, undoubtedly through the
vampireÕs heart. When the wind came up the dust would blow away. This
was all that remained of years of life followed by centuries of unlife. A
bit of dust, waiting for the wind. The creature stood up and moved on. A
bit further along the broken, rocky ground more little piles of dust could
be seen. These piles of dust had been rotting corpses when the creature
had first gotten their scent. Now centuries of delayed aging had suddenly
taken their toll, all in the space of time it had taken the creature to cross
the ravine and come up the low rise of the hill beyond it. Each pile of dust
was stabbed through with a branch taken from a tree. Some had been
penetrated with several branches. In the time it had taken the vampires
to rot to dust the sticks had fallen to the ground. They now lay
harmlessly, one end of them circumstantially, or so it seemed, sticking
into the dust.
The creature followed the trail of shell casings and bullet remains
through the small piles of dust with their sticks. It came to the top of the
rise. In the starlight it thought it saw something moving. Down there,
amidst the boulders where this scant forest petered out. Yes! It was
small and it was trying to get around a particularly big rock, jammed up
against two other rocks. The creature moved quickly, down from the top
of the hill, leaving the forest behind as the first of the rocks and then
boulders began to appear in its path. Nimbly the large creature negotiated
the rocks. It feared nothing. It was powerful and alive with the night. Its
lungs filled with the cool air, its eyes scanned the outline of rocks ahead
of it as its nostrils clung to the air. There! He saw it again. It was small.
It was human. The creatureÕs stomach growled. It lunged forward.
The small little thing was no match for the creature. As it came
closer it realized its nose had not been wrong, catching the scent of
something more than just the vampiresÕ rotting flesh. This was fresh and
active and hardly undead. The creature could almost feel in his hands the
pulse-pounding flesh. The thing ahead of it looked back at it now. The
creature sensed fear.
ÒHelp!Ó the little human cried out as the creature came lunging up on
it. The child, a girl child, had something heavy in its hands. But it
clattered down among the rocks, dropped, as the creature came forward,
surprising it with its onrushing speed. Bi-pedal, but fast as a dog on the
run, the creature negotiated the final rocks between itself and its prey.
As the moon suddenly began to rise along the far horizon the creature
reached out and grabbed the girl. It lifted its warm half-naked body high
into the air. It gave a howl of triumph. Greedily it opened its mouth. Its
teeth gleamed in the fresh moonlight. There would be delicious eating
tonight, after many days of junk vampire flesh or the teasing scent of
vampires turned to dust. The girl cried out. The creature drew the girlÕs
leg towards its mouth, loving the sureness of the warm flesh so close now
to being consumed.
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