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Jul. 19th, 2005 04:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seymoureBefore Mickey could take a step his father’s body was pulled, feet first, into the mob of vampires that still circled the plane.
While the creatures were falling at a good rate, they seemed to be being replenished at an equal or greater rate.
“Dad!” Mickey screamed at the top of his lungs.
Something resembling a laugh rippled through the vampires. It was almost a mechanical sound. Then the same voices echoed his scream, with all the humanity left out of it. Then they laughed again.
One of the dragons, Mickey couldn’t identify them yet, started to turn his flaming lung blasts in that direction.
“No,” Mickey shouted, “You might hit my dad!”
The dragon turned away, and the laughing increased.
Then, somewhere in the distance came another sound. Like a giant air conditioner engine, the whirring approached.
The battle continued and Mickey kept trying to inch toward the spot where his father disappeared a moment before, but with little success. The giant windmill was fighting to winnow out the herd, but the vampires now knew this group had a trump card and more and more joined this clump.
The sound of an electronic spark cut the air above them, and everyone, troll, fairy, vampire and all, looked up.
There was a large version of what was called, in the 1920’s or 1930’s an autogyro. It was an ancestor of the helicopter, but made for simpler travel, often with a single occupant.
Two silver reflectors were mounted on either side of the flying machine turned to face the crowd below. A speaker of some sort clicked on.
“Benjy, here is your idea, compliments of McCall and Keaton. They are being put into action around the globe as we speak,” Came the voice from above.
Light blasted from the twin circles and in less than a second the vampires were gone.
“The light generators focus on the part of the spectrum of daylight that is most deadly to those whose life is a mocking recreation of ours. This is the end of one of your experiments, Benjy, glad to be able to mobilize it for you.”
The lights clicked off and the autogyro sped away.
The ground was cluttered with lumps of goo that had once been vampires and the bodies of fallen comrades.
Mickey was searching the ground until he found that thing that was most horrible to even conceive.
A troll stood at his head, several fairies fluttered above him, and Colonel Stonedragon kneeled at his side.
Mickey ran to that spot as the Colonel reached down to touch the throat of the body that showed no signs of life.
“Dad!” Yelled Mickey as he reached the spot, but Stonedragon caught the boy’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes.
“Mickey, it is too late,” He pulled the sobbing child to him, “He is dead.”
The only sound on the empty battlefield was the relentless wailing of an 11 year old boy who had lost his father. © 2005 by C. Wayne Owens
