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The car flew down the wet and dangours highway, the rain made it almost impoosible to see the road, but faster he drove. Like a bat out of hell is car raced down the highway. Inside a man with terror on his face is despreatly trying to see the road and look in the rear mirror at the same time. His eyes blood shot in fear, sweat pouring down his face as if he stuck his head out the window in the rain. He had never made the run before, but he was new and he thought he knew the risks. He was a young man, if not for the fear in his eyes and drool on his chin he would be quit the catch for a nice young lady.

He franticly tried to calm himself down, his breathing went from fast to slow to fast again, almost insinq with the motor of the car. No, the was no calmming down on this dark and raining night. After a time he came upon a road side diner, he pulled to the side and slowly drove in the drive way. The car almost crawled like a cat sniff a fish, movement in the diner gave him a sigh of relief. As he made a stop his lights shinned into the parking lot. Sentches! more of them they were all over, panic gripped the young man's body as the walking dead covered the whole area.

The lights of the car attracted more walking dead to him, he could not move, they slowly walked to his car. Their moaning filled the air and the smell could cut throw the rain like a blade. Gas tank on empty, car lock's are broken, and the young man just passed out.









The End

I have always wondered if I will ever make it to retirement. What would that be like I sit here and wonder, leaving in a modest house near a forest and a lake. Spending my days in slacks, a collered shirt, and a sweater vest. Slip on shoes with black soaks and a brimmed hat or cap, a rain coat and umbrella ('Cause you never know when it might rain' Said the eldery chap). A nice walk down to the cafe, for tea and scons, read the paper in the park. I might even learn chess and take that up in the park. As the day turns tonight, a slow walk home for a lite dinner and that book I must finish. As the night grows cold a few logs thrown on the fire.

A nice sit down in the drawing room, my robe, my radio, and a glass of warm brandy with a sweet or two. Than the sleepy march to bed, with the fire keeping the house warm and cozy. "Where did I put that damned book" As i mutter to myself as I climb into bed. Maybe a ciggerette before bed, "Only once in a while old darling" I say to myself as the radio plays old mystery shows.

Ahh retirement, a life of ease and relaxtion after years of service. To bad I shall never see it......................

Being a protector/enforcer is not for the faint of heart, it is something that a vampire must understand their job deals with death. Not a feddingdeath that is a must for life. But willing to deal death to those whom Justice of Man has failed. We are a slect few, we are the ones whom death is a walking boss one one big smackin stick. And if you get a out of line you get a knot behind the head for your troubles, than after that the walkin boss keeps on walkin down the line.

I am not a young Vampire anymore, sometimes I am rusty and sometimes I am slow. A little known fact about half-breeds like myself is we all get older I look like I am 26 but I feel 177. Sometimes I look at this new world and think that I dont have a place in it, no one use's people like me anymore, it is easier to get a bunch of 3rd rate wanna be's than the real thing.

This whole new world jsut might be to fast for me, computers that can send information in the blink of an eye, watching what someone is doing in Russia while your in New York. I remember riding a horse for three weeks before I saw just one farm, now all I have to do is go on-line. People are changing, no such thing as clean blood anymore, junk going through their vains like subway car going into a tunnel.

Not much use for people like me, teaching is what I have been doing for the last year, molding young Vampires into death-dealers. Most of them have washed out, "No power, no money!" that is what they usually say when they leave. The one that have made it through the first year are the biggest group of 'Jonny come-latelys' you have ever seen. They are tough as Iron and as Hard as steele and they're getting better day by day.

In the end I guess they are what I am leaving to the world, my era was that of the old west and the skyscraper. The Shadow, Agent Tom Sawyer, John Henry, Pacos Bill, The Black Panthers, The IRA, and me. We are the once was, some called us hero's, some called us villians. But we call ourselves old gunslingers.