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and gathered, it was time to fight.
                I
could hear the gnashing of teeth as I worked to get into a better position to
exit from underneath the log. I could tell from the activity above, the
vampires were growing more agitated. A lot of scratching and snorting led to
complete silence. I paused, waiting for their next move.
                A
gunshot cracked through the air, echoing through the trees, followed by a
horrific moan. Help had arrived. I was jubilant for a second until a wave of
relief and regret washed over me leaving me saddened.
                I
felt the tree shift again as the vampire jumped from its perch.
                Multiple
shots rang out. Several of the bullets missed their intended target ripping
through the downed tree. If I wanted to stay alive, I should stay under the
tree until the shooting was finished. I settled deeper into my earthen hovel.
                Looking
through the cracks in my makeshift door, I saw a spiked haired vampire lying on
the ground two feet away from me. He appeared human except for his grayish,
pocked skin and dagger-like fangs. The fangs hung down in pairs on both sides
of the mouth about a half inch apart from its twin. The fangs were wide at the
root then narrowed to a point at the base. He was wearing a makeshift tunic of
animal skins and salvaged clothes.
                Shouting
was closing on my position as the gunfire became interspersed with shrieks and
screams from the remaining vampires.
                 The
log rolled when the vampires used it as a springboard as they fled. In the low
light of the burgeoning morning, I could see two vampires jumping-running
through the trees in the early glimmers of sunlight as the sun peeked through
the trees.
                I followed their escape, watching
both males scramble away. The two were dressed similarly to the dead vampire
beside me: one was exceedingly tall and the other of average height. The bigger
one snapped at the smaller one when he veered too close. The short one glanced
off a tree then bounced off another trying to escape the sharp teeth. Soon, the
two were out of sight.
                 “Hello?
You can come out now. We are Camp Cooper's security team. We are here to rescue
you.” A male's voice said calmly.
                “Under
here!” Scrambling from my hiding place, I was careful not to disturb the dead
vampire on the ground. An unseen hand grabbed my shirt collar and helped me up.
                I
turned to see my rescuer to thank him when the dead vampire sprung to life,
clutching at my pants leg.
                I
know I screamed, but I felt removed from my body as the vampire's eyes popped
open. It all seemed to happen in slow motion: the eyes, the fangs.  
                Holding
my leg, the weak and incapacitated vampire pulled my leg toward his mouth.
Violently, I kicked the wounded beast in the head with my free foot until he
let go. He narrowly missed embedding his fangs as I drew back my leg.
                Crawling with the use of only one
arm, he kept coming for me.
                Backed
against the fallen tree, I turned to climb when a flash of metal whizzed by my
head. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the vampire searching for what remained
of his throat.
                “Move!”
                I
was easily pushed aside by the ancient Mr. Smith, who moved much better than
his age implied. He quickly pulled a silvery bladed machete from the vampire's
neck. A look of determination and aggravation was maintained as he hacked away
at the vampire that had been dispatched at my feet. In three blows, he finally
separated the head from the body.
                  “Tear the GV4 apart and burn it with the rest
while I dispose of this.” Smith picked up the lifeless vampire's head by its
thick mangy, black hair.