Chapter Two: Father Anderson
"Our Father shall take your soul and dispose of it," a voice rang out.
"You have no business here! I order you to leave!" a voice in the corner screamed out.
"You have no business on this planet!" someone said, "I am Father Alexander Anderson, I shall dispose of your tattered soul once and forever."
In the doorway stood a man wearing a white long coat wielding two silver blades. He had a cross on his face. He was very well known around these parts because he was a Paladin, a slayer of paranormal creatures.
"Get out of here," someone said.
Someone from the corner came out with a grimace his hands at his side, hostile filled his eyes.
"Greetings Vampire scum, you can no longer be on this planet," Alexander said as he slipped his blade quicker than lightning through his adversaries chest. Fire burst from the wound eating him up, flames danced across his body, spiraling from his wound. Then the room filled with light, searing the eyes of those around him that were sensitive to it. He was gone.
People all around looked with fear at the man who had walked through their door.
"Well well well, a feast of tampered souls," Anderson said. A smile crept on his face, it pierced the chilling air with emotion of distain.
I struggled from my bed, the phone was ringing. I quickly grabbed it and answered it.
"Hey Drake!" someone cried out in fear.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"Get out of there!" someone said as it hung up.
I looked around, what could possibly be wrong? Then I looked at my screen monitor. Being a Vampire and hunted not only by opposed creatures, but religious movements, collectors, and hunters! There was one guy, he wore a white coat, I tried to look at his face, but a blade flew through the lens cutting me off! I struggled my clothes on, I don't know who it is, but they mean business! I quickly got my clothes on and grabbed my elixir, and wrapped it around my neck. I then threw my phone against the wall ultimately destroying it. I walked over to the window, punched it out, and leapt. Immediately after I got out the window a blade flew above me, just barley missing me! I landed on the ground with a crumple, and some serious pain.
"Shouldn't have been so heavy on the elixir," I cried out as I struggled to stand myself up. Someone came by and looked at me with concern.
"Are you ok?" they cried, "How did you survive that!"
"I'm fine, bye!" I yelled as I disappeared.