The long black trench coat with the red silk lining flapped in the wind like wings of an animal as the figure drifted down the ally way hardly seaming to touch the ground the black guitar case on his back the only comfort for the night ahead the sun was setting things would start to look worse now the shadows creeping up the ally almost at the door all light would be gone then. A rustle from a nearby bin made the figure grip the crimson guns and unsheathes them from their holsters. One in each hand the figure felt slightly comforted thinking the noise was a cat till the shadows reached the bin and there was another rustle followed by six loud bangs from the crimson weapons and six holes making a prefect circle on the now dented surface of the bins. A pause for sound the shadows growing ever closer the orange light fading like along with the hope the noise was just a cat. Another rustle spinning round to fire another six silver bullets into the scorse of this sound. A hiss like a serpent the distinctive call of the vampires followed by a low and barely audible howl of a wolf then nothing.
Silence the worst noise of all. Then a slight crumbling noise of stone from the wall behind the man with the guitar case whirling a second to late coat spinning like the dress of a ballerina. A loud crunch and shooting pain in the shoulder of the man with the guns a stinking hairy bloodthirsty beast landed upon him casting his guns aside an severing his left hand with one swipe the werewolf growled “Good evening Dante how pleasant to see you”.
The light almost gone from the ally but luckily just enough for Dante’s plan to work he pointed his right hand at the beast he said in low soft voice that shook the wolf to its core he said “Shame you wont be around to enjoy my company” and with that he charged energy in to his right hand and blasted the wolf right in its open mouth hurling it into the dieing light. In one final death howl the beast was incinerated by the light and disappeared with the reaming sunlight.
Jumping to his feat Dante first grabbed his hand and reattached it to his body using magic. Then he picked up boath crimson weapons just in time to see a large winged vampire fly towards him firing three rounds into the skull of this foul beast. It crashed to the earth with the disgusting sound of broken bones three more vampires flew towards Dante who dropped his guns and grabbed for the knives strapped to his thighs running towards the monsters they shouted at him “Deserter you left us because you thought our methods weren’t right. You may have the blood of the old vampires and werewolves but you do not have the soul of the colony behind you” and with that he replied in the same low voice as before “we’ll see who wins” the heads of the two morbid creachers fell to the ground.
The door was only a few feet away just a little longer and he would make it but Raziel the king vampire and Nefereta the queen of the werewolves had other plans
Landing in front of the door to stop him from entering and ordering there subjects to surround but not attack Dante. Dante knew what this called for “Two on one is that your game?” Dante questioned trying to distract them from the fact he was opening the guitar case “Vell ve don’t vant any sing to go vrong, do ve?” Nefereta said in her Transylvanian accent. “No that would be awful” Raziel continued in his cockney accent. The king and queen shared a laugh before Dante could whip out the sword and shotgun from within the guitar case “Time for some fun” Dante aimed the shotgun at the grotesque green boil covered face of Raziel but Nefereta swung he scythe at the weapon knocking it off course so the bullets missed ricoshead off the concrete wall behind the pair cascading onto Nefereta’s back her momentary lose of concentration was all that was necessary for Dante to swing forward with his sword decapitating her ugly furcoverd head using the momentum gained from the slash Dante continued his spin till he came full circle and had the barrel of the shotgun on the forehead of Raziel “That’s it old buddy” Dante said to Raziel as he fell to the floor with two new nostrils on his forehead.
The bodies of the king and queen evaporate moments later with faint eary whispers of “We shall return and you wont feel so cocky next time” and with that the creatures surrounding him flew to there caves and mountains to await the return of their leaders
Walking towards the wooden door Dante felt relief wash over him as he stepped through the frame reach for a switch flicked it and the sun began to rise Dante was god of the morning it was his job to stop the evil of the night and bring beauty to the world. He turned for one moment and thought to himself as looked upon the carcases of the demons and the sun beginning to rise again turning the corpses into bundles of flowers “Things always look better in the morning.”
this essay was prepfor an english essay after rereading it i realised it was unacceptable so wrote something else
