[Burning Inside]: 233.Sword of Vanquish

It was late at the night in the streets of London. The power had gone out not but five minutes prior, so the only thing that the only source of light was the moon in the sky. It was completely quiet; at least it was until she came. She was wearing a long black overcoat that covered her from shoulder, to knee. Her name was Valerie she had been running the streets for generation, and nobody had caught her yet.

Valerie ran the streets at night out of a way to entertain herself, she had never feared anything. A man stood on the corner of the street, and all that Valerie could think was about food. Valerie slowed down to a calm walk, and then stood beside the man. They said nothing to each other. Then there was a scream in pain, in agony. Blood spurted across the wall of a nearby building, as Valerie has dropped the man.

Then something caught Valerie’s attention, she heard something in the far distance, it was like gunshots, but they were different. Valerie began to run towards the sound, as it continues on. As she got closer she found the street that the noise was coming from. The noise was so loud that he rang throughout her ears, as she fell to the ground grasping her head, with her hands, and she let out a scream of her own.

Why was no one in the city moving to find this sound, could they not hear it. A man stepped closer to her, and then threw in the middle of the street, besides tones of other bodies. They were either dead, or about to be killed. The noise suddenly stopped, as Valeria watched her friend, is brought to his knees. Then with the swipe of a sword, his head fell off and rolled beside Valerie. All of the bodies were without head, besides the men doing the killing she was the only one with a head.

A man walked over to her, holding a sword in his hands. Tears came to Valerie’s eyes.
Was this fear, she had never felt this before; her race dominated all others, now her race was gone. As far as Valerie had known she was the last of her race, the last vampire to roam Earth.

Valerie let out a shriek as a man grabbed her by her hair and made her get on her knees.
Tears were running down her face. As she said her last words.

“I was one of the first, and no I am the last.” However it was said in Aramic (the language of the vampires).

More tears ran down Valerie’s face, as the sword came down to her neck. As it touched, blood spurted around covering all of the men. But the sword kept going. Valerie could feel it going through her neck, the blade was cold, colder then she had ever been, and she had been dead for a hundred years. Then the blade of stuck, it was only half way through her neck, and was sharp enough to cut through a tree with ease.

Valerie tilted back her head, and with a shriek, a blue light came out of her mouth, nose, and the wound. The man that was holding the sword stepped back leaving the sword there. Another man lunged to take the sword all the way through her neck, but he was to late. At the same time that he touched the sword, Valerie imploded, everything disappeared, the whole block was gone, all of the evidence of vampire ever existing.

The race was lost, with the death of her, but she brought down the killers as well. The only thing left from that night, is a single sword, which was in the middle of the crater, stuck into the ground. The government built overtop of the crater in the same night, but they could not remove the sword that was lodged into the ground.

It is said that who ever is to remove that blade will bring back the race; they alone will bring back the race of the vampires. The sword has never been seen, but people search for it all of the time, it has been given the name of “The Sword of Vanquish” merely because it disappeared along with the vampires.