Woohoo....That's right my Bloodbreeder babies. Book 3 is up and ready for your reading pleasure....or haunting edge of your seat, nail biting.....what the hell is coming next...purdy good LONG read.
All the males went out to put Gilbert on the cross, who I now found to be as loopy as a backwards misfit, with a taste of perversion. Tammy and I stayed and started searching through his files, in a room we found on the first floor. Tammy found one file that dated his experiment all the way back to 1865, and the ledger was completely full of marks, which to me appeared to be the number of victims that went through his lab. This creature was nothing like us. On the contrary he was the worst of the lot, at least so far, I should say. Not only did he take life, he reanimated it. How I don’t know and I don’t care to find out. Even though I knew that I was also a form of the walking dead.
“Look at this, Renee. This file is on a girl. It says she had a decrease in the size of her eye teeth…her fangs. Think he’s full it?”
“I wish he wasn’t.”
“Want to be normal again?”
“No, it’s too late to go back now, but Johnny,” I paused. “I just can’t see him
being in a four year old body throughout his life span.”
“Then why take Gilbert’s life? He could be on to something.”
“You’re holding the files, Tammy. He’s sick and can’t be allowed to carry on with this sort of thing. He’s been using normals and getting them anywhere he can.”
“I know what you mean, but…”
“No buts about it…He dies!”
I left the room and started down the hall to go through another room in his home. I opened a door to a bedroom that looked normal enough, so I closed it and went to another. I found pretty much the same thing, nothing that was of any concern to us. I decided to go up stairs. There was the dim glow coming from the lights downstairs, casting shadows in every corner, and making me see things that weren’t there. I walked up to the first room and tried to turn the knob, but it was locked, so I went across the hall and tried that door, which opened as soon as I tried it. It was pitch black so I slowly opened the door just enough to peer in. Two gray hands that looked more like a skeleton reached out and grabbed my shirt. I screamed and pulled back bringing the thing out into the hall with me.
The light fell across what used to be a face, making me almost threw up. Slime was oozing out of its mouth as it moved, opening then closing as if trying to speak. The flesh was close to being completely rotted and hanging by shear will alone. Every sluggish step that it took made the flesh swing back and forth on his chin, causing me to panic. No eyes and yet the thing looked at me. I had my blade out in seconds and was trying to cut its hands off, but was losing the battle rapidly. I was getting backed into a wall, and it was gaining momentum at getting its bony fingers around my throat. I kicked out hitting it in the knee, but only caused myself to get pulled to the ground as it fell over.I screamed with everything I had as it opened its mouth and bit down on my shoulder. Frantic, I felt for the blade that had been knocked from my hand when I hit the floor, but it was nowhere within my reach. I could feel the warmth of my blood running down behind the hair on my neck as the thing gnawed on my shoulder like a wild dog. I tried to roll from my side, but I was pinned under the things lower half. So I did the only thing that I could, I screamed again.
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