Pale Blood

By Jason Benton

A trio of vampire slayers invade the home of Gilda, waiting for her husband to return from his "night job" so they could rid the town of his menace. The slayers find out, however, that Gilda has been prepared for this moment and will do anything to protect her husband even if he is a vampire.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pettway Publishing
• Release date: Oct 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386265337

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JASON BENTON

Chapter One

She knew that they would be coming any minute. In due time, they would be showing up with pitchforks, clubs, axes, and the like. Then, they would be leaving with her husband’s decapitated head.

What a lot of people don’t realize is that it’s possible to kill vampires with more than just a stake. When a vampire is confronted, he is paralyzed by fears of the crucifix or Christian crosses. That part of the myth is true.

Slaying a vampire is much easier than people think. First of all, a vampire cannot operate or function in an environment unless it is dark. If there is too much light, the vampire will incinerate and be a thing of the past. Vampires also can’t co-exist with holiness in the world. Then there is the obvious need for blood, flesh, and so on.

Till Death Do us Part. That was the phrase she kept repeating to herself. That was the phrase that she made to her husband more than ten years ago. True, it is a phrase that is often recited in Christian weddings, but she said it to her husband – and meant it. Her loyalty and dedication to him would never end. Not ever.

She heard some ruffling footsteps in the distance and smirked. It wasn’t really funny, but she had a sick, gothic sense of humor. In a few minutes, they would arrive at her home. She knew that and was planning carefully. To the dismay of the stampeding crowd, her husband wasn’t home. Also, she put in a series of traps and snares for them.

She thought that it was somewhat stupid that they decided to come during the nighttime. At that time, her husband would be awake and active – and be able to defend himself. It would also be harder for them to retreat and get assistance, if needed.

She saw their torches growing brighter in the deep, dark sky. There were eight of them – more than enough to deal homicide to her husband. There was a really tall dude, a short one, and even a guy hobbling around with a cane – hardly a powerful opponent. They were filthy and mostly bearded. When they approached, the smell of rotten ass got more and more pungent.

She perked out her plump lips as she watched them quickly hustle up her dirt driveway. Her black