Another year. Another massacre looming. When the sun rises on the Old West town of Saltwater Junction this town will face head on two fierce predators. Vampires who stalk you in the sunlight, and werewolves that transform with the sunrise. This short story rewrites the legends and all you’ve ever known about these creatures of the night. Where do you go when there’s no place left to hide?
5 out of 5 Stars – Kudos for a new spin
The afternoon shifted into dusk; and as the full moon set in over the water, highlighting two brown crosses and two freshly dug graves, the sheriff stopped at the last house in his jurisdiction. He was happy with the work his town had put into getting ready for tomorrow’s onslaught. They had boarded up windows and fortified doors, double checked their locks, and made sure they had plenty of silver bullets and bullets dipped in holy water. All seemed well, all seemed right, until he reached this small two-bedroom house where a young wife and husband lived. The house had been boarded up properly, but the front door was hanging open. It was dark inside the house, no lights burning, and that is what had grabbed the sheriff’s suspicions.
He looked back towards town, and he saw multiple lights burning, flames on wicks cutting through the oncoming night. It was just this house that wasn’t showing signs of life. He knew that meant trouble, but he hoped he wasn’t right about that.
His brown horse whinnied underneath him, and he patted Betsy’s side to comfort her.
He slipped off the saddle, and dropped to the ground, pure silver spurs jingling.
“It’s okay, girl, just stay put while I check it out,” he replied, wishing he had his deputy by his side. Always best to have back up in situations like this.