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Hum Hallelujah
0 reviewsPatrick hasn't died! But he just may be in for something far worse at the hands of William Beckett and his loyal companions
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The Resistance
Chapter Four: Hum Hallelujah…
Patrick could hear voices. Voices, and rustles, and footsteps. How could this be? Hadn’t he
died? Wasn’t he, even now growing cold, alone in the darkness and solitude of an alleyway? No, there were the voices…far away and barely a murmur but they were there. And those voices let
Patrick know that he was not alone. After realizing that, Patrick felt for the first time the burning pain attacking his throat “I suppose I really am a newborn vampire then?” Patrick thought, “Pain like this it is normal, Pete always talked of it” how had Pete bared this agony?
Patrick could not even hold in a gasp of pain as the burning grew worse, he needed it, craved it, as much as he hated himself for wanting it….Patrick needed blood. The thought of it/ Deep
red, so thick and warm, flowing slowly from a wound, from his own body, pooling from the bites given to him by those bastard women. The thought of blood drove him wild, It brought the pain
in his throat to a new level, an unbearable level, and he screamed. “I want it!” He moaned, “I need it please, anyone…..” Patrick was desperate. He couldn’t stand the pain anymore; he would
rip his throat out himself if he did not get the drink he craved. “Please someone just let it stop…please!” The sound of footsteps so familiar now as the last sound of his human life
broke through Patrick’s pain, and they were coming closer. Patrick could hear each and every step, his hearing better than it had been…before. He could tell from the steps alone that three men were coming for him, perhaps to inquire the cause of his screams, his begging?
How Patrick hoped they weren’t human, he didn’t think he could withstand the smell of blood, he wasn’t strong enough! Did the men coming towards him know the danger they would be in? He
opened his eyes for the first time after regaining his consciousness, and everything glowed.
Though the room he was in was dark, and no light shone through the small barred window above him, Patrick could see everything. He saw the giant wooden door firmly bolted directly across
from where he lay on a short hard cot, and he saw the table. A small wooden table beside the door, alone it was nothing. What lay on top of it though… a small tin bowl filled to the very
top with… oh the smell of it! Patrick could not see the blood swirling around in that bowl but he could feel it, as the delicate scent finally reached him, Patrick’s throat burst into flames
and he couldn’t help himself. It took him seconds only to cross the room and tip the contents of the bowl into his mouth. The feeling of it, running down his throat, warm. And the taste! It
was ecstasy and it ended his pain. His throat,felt wonderful. The pain was gone. Gone!
Patrick laughed in relief. Still laughing he turned…and found himself face to face with three men. The same three men he had heard walking down the hallway. How could he have forgotten the footsteps?
“Hum Hallelujah boys, he lived."
Chapter Four: Hum Hallelujah…
Patrick could hear voices. Voices, and rustles, and footsteps. How could this be? Hadn’t he
died? Wasn’t he, even now growing cold, alone in the darkness and solitude of an alleyway? No, there were the voices…far away and barely a murmur but they were there. And those voices let
Patrick know that he was not alone. After realizing that, Patrick felt for the first time the burning pain attacking his throat “I suppose I really am a newborn vampire then?” Patrick thought, “Pain like this it is normal, Pete always talked of it” how had Pete bared this agony?
Patrick could not even hold in a gasp of pain as the burning grew worse, he needed it, craved it, as much as he hated himself for wanting it….Patrick needed blood. The thought of it/ Deep
red, so thick and warm, flowing slowly from a wound, from his own body, pooling from the bites given to him by those bastard women. The thought of blood drove him wild, It brought the pain
in his throat to a new level, an unbearable level, and he screamed. “I want it!” He moaned, “I need it please, anyone…..” Patrick was desperate. He couldn’t stand the pain anymore; he would
rip his throat out himself if he did not get the drink he craved. “Please someone just let it stop…please!” The sound of footsteps so familiar now as the last sound of his human life
broke through Patrick’s pain, and they were coming closer. Patrick could hear each and every step, his hearing better than it had been…before. He could tell from the steps alone that three men were coming for him, perhaps to inquire the cause of his screams, his begging?
How Patrick hoped they weren’t human, he didn’t think he could withstand the smell of blood, he wasn’t strong enough! Did the men coming towards him know the danger they would be in? He
opened his eyes for the first time after regaining his consciousness, and everything glowed.
Though the room he was in was dark, and no light shone through the small barred window above him, Patrick could see everything. He saw the giant wooden door firmly bolted directly across
from where he lay on a short hard cot, and he saw the table. A small wooden table beside the door, alone it was nothing. What lay on top of it though… a small tin bowl filled to the very
top with… oh the smell of it! Patrick could not see the blood swirling around in that bowl but he could feel it, as the delicate scent finally reached him, Patrick’s throat burst into flames
and he couldn’t help himself. It took him seconds only to cross the room and tip the contents of the bowl into his mouth. The feeling of it, running down his throat, warm. And the taste! It
was ecstasy and it ended his pain. His throat,felt wonderful. The pain was gone. Gone!
Patrick laughed in relief. Still laughing he turned…and found himself face to face with three men. The same three men he had heard walking down the hallway. How could he have forgotten the footsteps?
“Hum Hallelujah boys, he lived."
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