The Godsend Backfire: The Beginning by Harold Straugh (books to read in your 30s TXT) 📕

“Nothing!” I said.

He then spat at me, “I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to her,” he said with anger in his voice.

“I’d be careful if I were you, he just might save your life.”

I didn’t understand why he was so mad at first but then I realized I had forgotten to put my hood and facemask on. I took my glasses off and looked at him, “I’m here to help so curve your tongue rodent,” he shut his mouth, something told me, no one had ever talked to him like that, “Have you any issues with people missing at night or finding people drained of blood?”

“Upir’s,” which was vampire in Slovakia, “yes, they’ve been a problem longer than you’ve been born,” he said.

“I doubt that very much,” I laughed. I asked the same questions as before and as before, I got some answers. I instructed him on what to do and like before, we found some graves, that I dug up and watched as the bodies caught fire.

“I’m sorry I treated you so badly before, I’m not use to new people being helpful,” he said and attempted to give me a hug, I simply patted his back and let it be.

“More will come tonight, we ask permission to set up outside your town, for when they come, they will come with fierceness,” I said, I could tell from the look on his face my voice was confusing to him.  I was also getting stared by the rest of the townspeople, but it was nothing new

“You have my permission and anything else you need as well, it will be yours.”

“Two furs, doesn’t matter from what and some lamb’s wool if you have it.”

“And two bows with arrows, or arcus, whatever you call them, I want them,” Noemi said and smirked a little.

“Two?” I asked.

“You can learn to shoot as well, we both can hunt, the more the better if you ask me,” she had a point.

“It will be done, if what you say, will happen, I will have everything you need in the morning,” the townsperson said.

Once we again the scene repeated itself, with minor differences, no common hall in this town, but they had a place for visitors to eat, away from the other huts.  We were cooked a meal, that neither of us seemed to enjoy but we ate it with gratitude. After we ate, I went and set up our tent just outskirts of town.  Noemi went out and done her normal work, she gathered the sticks for the fire and gathered some small birds to eat.

“I should have asked for spices,” Noemi said, shaking her spice bag.

“We will get them, before we leave here,” I said.

“I have them all wrote down, hopefully they have them,” she said, obviously being bothered by the fact she was running low of her spices.

The night started out like any other night, we slayed some vampires that came to feast on the townspeople, then, just as I was about slay the last one an arrow came hurling at me, I stepped out of way and drove my hand into the chest cavity of the vampire, ripping out it’s heart and tossing it aside, it slumped to the ground and fell in heap.  I heard gasps from the townspeople and thought it was from witnessing something so gruesome, but when I turned around, I realized what they were gasping at.

The arrow I dodged, was lodged securely in the chest of Noemi, she had a look of panic on her face as the blood spewed out of the wound.  I picked her up, without thinking and took her to our tent.  I ripped her shirt open as her breaths got shallower and quicker and looked at the wound.  I put my hand down over her breast and grabbed onto the shaft of the arrow. I looked at Noemi and nodded, and she nodded back. I didn’t know what I was going to do once I got the tip out, but I needed to get it out.  I pulled and do to my very own panic, I managed to cut my hand.  A drop of my blood managed to land in the open wound and I noticed, instantly, the wound started to heal. Suddenly, Noemi arched up and screamed out, she clawed at her chest, “IIITTT BURRRNS!” she screamed as she thrashed about. I put my hands on her to hold her down and she was burning up.  She screamed out some more, then as the wound completely healed up, she passed out. I was angry when I walked out of the tent.

“WHO WAS IT THAT FIRED THE ARROW?” I screamed.  The townspeople didn’t answer but a boy, no more the age of ten stood there with his bow in his hand and tears in his eyes, quivering.

“WAS IT YOU?” I screamed at him, “WAS IT? YOU PIECE OF RODENT SHIT!”

“He didn’t mean to, he was only trying help!” a woman, who I assumed to be his mom stepped in between me and him.  I quickly snatched the bow from him and snapped it in half.

“Teach him better!” I hissed, getting in his mother’s face, she turned her and grimaced as chatter arose from the rest of the townspeople.

I turned around and went back in the tent.  I started a fire, even though Noemi was burning up, she was also shivering.  I kept a close eye on her that night, I found her silk cover and put it over her and she still shivered, yet felt warm. I paced the floor back and forth, the tent being just tall enough for me to stand up in and I’m tall.  Every once and a while she would moan out and clench her teeth, whatever my blood was doing to her, it was hurting her greatly.

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