Chapter 6: Chapter 6 Between Shots and Daggers
Father Frank's special bullets shredded the mummies in the same way Albert's life energy bullet had, while the assassin Neltair's daggers in one cut exorcised the demonic mummies, while Diane could only knock them down and stun them. She was a demon and her only weapon was her crystallized blood sword.
She was a real pushover. And as much as she wanted to appear strong, she was aware that these two teachers were aware of her weakness. She was not a threat to those two, much less a respectable opponent, her death was nothing more than a mere formality from the perspective of those two men.
The priest directed his weapon at the vamp. Attacking her treacherously, she was so focused on her regrets and feeling inferior that by the time she noticed her shot it was too late to evade it.
However, the bullets collided with others deviating from her trajectory. The priest looked incredulous at what had happened, he immediately looked at that person capable of such an incredible feat.
A huge man. Dressed in rags, but with a hat of excellent taste, that was something he could not deny. He had deflected the bullets from him without even looking where he was shooting, not only that. At the same time with his other hand he fired a second weapon, preventing the monsters from harming the fallen wolf and the useless vampire.
Albert entered the enclosure and as if he imitated the movements of the priest he began to blow the heads off the mummies. Father Francisco was perplexed when he saw that man, even the murderer did not understand what was happening, was he a master of imitation? It was practically impossible for him to be another master of firearms, since there were only three of them in the world or so it was believed.
"Good man," the priest asked, bowing as he took off his hat and placed it on his chest, "who are you?" –
The homeless man did not have a demon aura, he was undoubtedly human. He may have helped the vampires believing they were human children. If the priest didn't have the eyes of God he would have done the same in his position, he thought to himself.
- We are in the middle of an apocalypse of mummies – said the homeless man – instead of worrying about who I am, or where I get my beautiful hat, better watch where you shoot, it almost killed the girl.
The man advanced among the monsters with extraordinary ease, approaching Diane and then shouting at her.
-Stupid brat. Stop thinking about your boyfriend and focus on the fight! -while she hit his head with a huge fist.
- Stupid brat your mother! Diane answered, who jumped at the insult and hit her, she was a bloody princess! How dare she treat her like this? She thought to herself. Her answer had come out without even thinking, but she immediately blushed with herself.
The truth was that she wanted to cry. But for the joy of seeing that homeless drunk come on the scene. She felt a ray of darkness embrace her in the middle of a sunny day. For some reason that she was not able to understand, she knew that he could help her get out of there alive together with her comrades.
- What did you say? – Albert replied, making an obscene sign with his hand to the girl as he went with the priest now- You better pay attention to your right little fangs
-"Without a doubt that man is an ally of the vampires"-The priest thought, so this time he decided to be more direct
- You are able to deflect bullets in full trajectory, that is amazing
"It's nothing you can't do" Albert answered the priest seriously.
- Perhaps you... are you not one of the disciples of the legendary master of firearms?
- that old man? - answered Albert - I suppose that you are one of them.
The priest and Albert were placed back to back and in a perfectly executed choreography. Their bullets collided with each other, killing between three and four mummies per shot. Soon none remained, only the one that seemed to command the others.
"Old man, you can use life energy bullets" Albert asked as he pointed to the huge beast that was heading towards them.
"That's old-fashioned, I have these beauties" I take out a charger from somewhere in his cloak, and insert it into his weapon "they are blessed blood bullets, they amplify vital energy up to 10 times." No demon could withstand more than a couple of shots.
The creature was only a few centimeters from the priest, ready to decapitate him with his powerful hands, but in less than a second the priest fired four shots. The poor mummy was simply disintegrated before the power of each of the bullets
-I see that in a matter of equipment they have years ahead of me- Albert commented while he snorted, even with his life energy bullets, last time it was very hard for him to defeat a creature like that.
The priest turned around and out of nowhere gave Albert a huge hug, then took him by the shoulders and told him.
- I never imagined meeting another disciple.
- I? -said Albert as he freed himself from the priest and walked away from the man as fast as he could without turning his back- well, you see...
"I see," said the priest, seeing him run away scared. He hastened to take something out of his cloak to which Albert responded by pointing a gun at him, however, in the priest's fingers there was only a business card - visit me whenever you want, I would love for you to join the Vatican- I look him up and down- The pay is great, I know the money wouldn't hurt you.
"I'll pass," Albert said curtly as he put his weapon back away. Then he took the priest's card and looked at the priest – what makes you think I need money? Anyway, it doesn't matter, I already belong to a group.
Albert had not finished speaking when the earth shook and a shadow emanated from the center of the place. It was the silhouette of an elegant man. In his hand a statuette exactly like the man who held it, the silhouette raised it high as if it were a trophy.
The person who was holding her slowly vanished and the statuette fell to the ground generating a metallic sound, Diane was the first to run towards the statuette, but she was intercepted by a dagger that went through her back, causing her to fall on her face.
For the first time in her life, Diane felt that she would die. Jack watched in terror as Diane's body writhed and ran towards her, but Christopher stopped him.
"Wait," he said with difficulty, "you're no help." At least not like this, but if you drink every last drop of my remaining blood you can help her.
"But," said Jack anguished, "that would kill you."
"I'll die anyway" Criss had lost too much blood and it was too hard for her to speak "hurry up, drink her and get her out of here as fast as you can"
Jack opened his mouth and as if guided by instinct he went straight to the artery and sucked.
A whirlwind of emotions, memories and sensations entered Jack's mouth.
-Son- he saw in the middle of the memory chaos an intimidating man with gray hair who spoke kindly to Criss when he was a child- you will be the alpha male of this town when I die, I know you hate vampires because they took you from your mother, but if we don't fight together with them we will be exterminated.
The image changed dizzyingly, I can see hundreds of dead vampires and wolves, while a single man, dressed in a black cloak and a red crescent stamped on it, slaughtered them mercilessly. A beautiful young woman with blonde hair took a young Criss and threw him down a ravine while she told him "as long as you live our town can be reborn"
Again everything turned around and I appreciated Diane's beautiful face bathed in tears.
-No matter how, -he punched with all his strength a wall that cracked at the same time that his fist bled- I swear that I will gather those damned relics and bring our towns back, please help me- he looked at Criss pleadingly. Christopher knelt before her.
-I, Christopher of the Golden house, swear by my name that I will help you and protect you with my life, princess- although Jack didn't say it, he could hear his thoughts clearly – "and when we bring our families and friends back, I swear that I will confess to you my feelings and I will take her as my wife"
Everything changed again and Jack felt in his chest the pain and anger that Criss felt when Diane was kissing him in the cemetery and he heard his thoughts- "Why?...why did you choose him? Why do you share your priceless blood to that human?...it doesn't matter, I love her and if he makes her happy, then I will protect him with my life too, but if he hurts her I will devour him completely. All that matters is that she Be Happy.
The blood that entered through her mouth traveled through her body. It was a sensation that would make an orgasm feel like a mere pleasant cramp. It was what they would call Nirvana. Albert's muscles and senses were completely increased and anger, fear, desolation mixed inside him and his judgment was completely clouded, he no longer knew who those feelings or thoughts were from, he felt on the verge of madness. .
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
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DaoistviT5Rj One more day, one more cap, finally the statuette of Dante has appeared, now the question of the day, who do you think will take possession of it? Will it be the Vatican or the assassins, maybe the vampires? it could even be albert! the race has started!
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