Story 3(Got a little long, sorry
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The night had once again settled over Inishgalach. Most of the city's inhabitants who had gone home that night in the belief that ruckus in the square had a completely reasonable explanation, and not given the matter anymore thought. Christopher Flynn and Craig Murray was among those people, but while the rest of the people in town had gone home or to the pub, they had gone down to the docks to store today's catch. They had learned their lesson about rotten fish after the incident last month, so new blocks of ice had been put down in Maguires storage. The two of them were now carrying crates back and forth between the storage and the “Drunken Narwhal”. They had not said much, but suddenly Craig broke the silence.
-”I'm guessing Martin's not over it yet.”
-”Guess not.” Flynn replied. “I can't really say I blame the guy. The stench of rotten fish is a bastard to get rid of.”
-”You think he will let it go anytime soon?”
-”Smell is almost gone. I say... another two weeks until we're allowed in there again.”
Flynn chuckled and looked up at the clock tower. It was past midnight. He scratched his beard and turned toward the boat. “Looks like there's only two crates left. I'll get those, you drop of the one you've got, and then we can go get rested for tomorrow.”
Craig nodded in agreement and headed up the slope.
As he lifted up the remaining crates, Flynn could have sworn he had heard something. A low mumbling sound coming from outside the boat. “Probably just Craig.” He thought, and headed out.
There was no one there. Craig appeared to still be inside, and there was not a soul in sight. The mumbling had stopped. “Huh. Must be imagi-” At that moment the clock tower bell sounded, and he looked toward the town hall. As the second ring sounded, something happened.
Suddenly a hand reached around Flynn's neck and put itself in front of his mouth. He tried to cry out for help, but the hand was too tight. Christopher Flynn was a strong man, but he did not appear to be able to shake off this unknown attacker. He fell backwards. Not all the way to the ground, but his assaulter appeared to hold him at an angle. Then he felt a sudden jolt of pain soaring through his body, as if he was stabbed. He started to feel light headed, and then the world turned gray.
Craig had heard the sound of Flynn's crates falling to the ground, and came out of the storage. “What's the matter? Not as strong as yo-” A dark figure was standing over the captain, and appeared to be eating his neck. “HEY!” He yelled, and picked up the first stone he saw. “Get away from him, you bastard!” He threw the rock straight at the creature. It didn't seem to like that one bit. It dropped Flynn, hissed at Craig, and took off eastward with an incredible speed.
“Flynn! Hey, Flynn!” Craig was shaking the captain. He replied with an incoherent grunt. “Oh, thank God, you're alive!” Craig helped Flynn to his feet. He didn't appear to be all there, but at least he could move. “You just try and stay awake. I'll get you to the Doctor.” Craig was thankful that Flynn could move. He was a heavy man, and he probably wouldn't be able to move him had he been unconscious.
“Ja, Ja, Ja.. Keep your jacket on..” Doctor Schreiber opened his door wearing a pajamas and a night cap. “What is it?” He said in a tired fashion and rubbed his eyed under his glasses.
-”It's Flynn here. He was attacked, and I think he might be hurt.”
Captain Flynn didn't speak, and was swaying back and forth.
-”Very well.” the doctor replied. “Bring him in, and I'll take a look at him.”
Craig sat Flynn down in a chair, and Doctor Schreiber examined him.
-”What did you say happened? Fight at ze beer-house?”
-”No, we're banned from that place. He was jumped behind the pub while we were unloading some fish.”
The doctor held a candle up in front Flynn's bearded face, and swung it back and forth.
-”He looks a little pale. Did he loose any blood?”
-”I didn't see any blood there,” Craig replied. “But I noticed some blood on the left side of his neck. Could he have been stabbed?”
Schreiber brought the candle down to Flynn's neck.
-”Ja, zhere appears to be some sort of...”
He paused, and took a step back.
“Nein.... das kann nicht sein ... Gott sei mit uns”
His face turned white and he sat down the candle.
“I hoped I had seen ze last of those... things..”
-”Seen the last of what things?” Craig asked.
-”Vampires.” Schreiber simply stated, and paused as if he hoped for a strike of lightning for dramatic effect.
-”Wait. Vampires? Like in “Dracula”?” Craig seemed hesitant to believe him.
-”In a sense.”
-So, do you mean.. that Flynn has been turned to a vampire?
-”No, far from it. If they turn someone to their side, they tend to take the body with them. Besides, a vampire's wounds are healed. The captain's bite marks are still there. Ergo, he is still among us.
-”Well, If they're impossible to hurt, how do you kill them?
-”A quick death. A bullet to ze brain or any other vital organ, hanging.. I guess a stake to ze heart would work as well, but in my experience, a bullet is far more effective.
-”Well, what should we do?” Craig said plainly.
-”I need to inform the village. We need to deal with this before it is too late.”
At that moment it started raining, and though a little delayed, Doctor Schreiber's dramatic lightning strike finally sounded through the village.
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VOTE:
Jackson/Shane White [0]
Lyserg/Craig Murray [0]
Freddy/Dr. Friedrich Schreiber [0]
Zang/John Collins [0]
Vichilux/Amy Maguire [0]
Kevak/Christopher “Flounder” Flynn [0]
Tony/Benjamin Hughes [0]
Aüst/Father Andrew O'Neill [0]
Ryan/Cameron Quinn [0]
SwimFellow/Richard Burke [0]
Nancy/Laura Doyle [0]
Quinn/Martin Maguire [0]
Jean/Johanna Watkins [0]
Sara/Clara O'Neill [0]
No Lynch [0]
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