The Godsend Backfire: The Beginning Harold Straugh (bearly read books TXT) 📖

he did have a point he did save me back in the day, I guess I owed him, “Well I’m taking the head and hiding it, send Mylicous to find it and use his nose,” I said.

“Mylicious hasn’t been heard from in a long time, Last I heard he was in the coldest of lands.”

“Guess I will find him next,” I said with a smile my face.

“You plan on killing him too?”

“No, just beating him up really bad, maybe I will chain him with silver and beat him,” I said and looked at Lucifer who had a sad look on his face.

“He wanted to help you, he got chained up with silver, it wasn’t his fault. What happened to you destroyed him.”

“It destroyed me too,” I said and walked over to Derium’s body and dragged it to the back of the cave, “Sunlight won’t get it there.”

“I don’t think the sun shines much on this place, it’s why Derium chose it. You might want to take his head and show the people. he’s been terrorizing this place for a long time.”

“I might hunt down his creations, so if Mylicious ever finds his head, he will wake up to a bunch of dead children,” I said and picked up the head.

“What have I created?” he asked, and I just chuckled while I stared into the eyes of Derium.

When I looked up, he was gone, but I was going to keep my word, I wasn’t going to kill Derium.  I was still feeling energetic from his blood and decided to leap from the cave.  I was higher than I thought, but I landed just as easily if I would have jumped from five feet up, instead of five hundred feet up.

Some of the people came out of their little wagon homes and looked at me. I held up Derium’s head with both hands and showed it to the crowd.

“You don’t have to fear anymore,” I said, showing them his head, “He won’t be terrorizing you anymore.”

They didn’t applaud or even say thank you, the just nodded their heads and went back into their wagon homes.  I used my speed, because I didn’t have a horse and wound up in where Austria is today and that is where I buried Derium’s head. I dug hole, fifty-foot deep and placed it in there. I hoped the earth worms ate it before it was ever found.

I buried his head just in time, the sun came up just as I threw the last bit of dirt on it. I patted the dirt down with my foot, “Find that, you stupid wolf.”  I decided to take the slow way back and I’m glad I did. I was passing through a small town I Baja, Hungary.  I sensed the evil that I had sensed coming from Zoar and Sodom.  I searched around and found some graves just outside the little town.  That seemed to be what they did, never buried in the town they fed from but just outside of it. I dug up the first grave and the body bursts into flames.  I caught some attention of a passerby. He started speaking, but at first I didn’t understand, like before after a few minutes, I was able to understand and speak their language.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” the guy yelled at me, “WHY ARE YOU BURNING THE BODIES?”

“Stop yelling at me and look, it’s burning itself, watch and I will show you,” I said as I started to dig up another grave. The guy mouthed off a few obscenities, but he stopped when person in the grave caught on fire.  I jumped back and he called out. A few more people came over and helped dig up a few more graves.  The pattern repeated and soon there were no vampires left.

I was upset a little because I wanted to taste more vampire blood, but it was what it was, I was wiping some of the ashes off me when I felt a peck on my shoulder.

“You know, if you’re going to help people get rid of these demons, maybe you shouldn’t wear skin on your back and be so white,” one of the villagers said.  He was short and pudgy, he almost looked like a little Italian chef.  A bald head with a thick, black mustache, that stretched from one side of his face to the other.  He went to pat me on the back and stopped.  He had a good point, I wasn’t looking to be no savior and these people weren’t from Sodom or Gomorrah, but I needed to lose the skin.  There were plenty of open graves to put the cape in, so I picked one and buried it.

“How many of these “demons” as you call them are around?” I asked.

“You say demons like its questionable, what do you call them?” he asked.

“I call them vampires,” I said, putting my hand on the grave I buried my skin-cape under, as if saying a final goodbye.

“They’ve been around ever since I can remember. I never knew the sunlight would kill them though,” he said.

“You know what to look for now, fresh, upturned dirt, dig them up during the day, just be careful as you can tell, they catch fire.”

“Thank you, friend!” he stuck his hand out, but I just shook my head no, I wasn’t trusting another mortal anytime soon.

I walked to the next little town, some miles away, sensing a few of the dark energies. I found a few more of the graves and started digging. I couldn’t, for the life of me, feed from them. The minute the sun touched them, they erupted and screamed.  I was going to have to wait until night time.

After I got rid of the vampires on the trail, I stuck around the next town or a little. I was amazed how things