R. Edinger - Night Kill

“My name is Andrew,” Andrew calmly said to the girls. “You’re no longer in danger. You can go home now.”

“Thank you,” the girls said, and took off running.

When the rest of the group got to the west lagoon, there were areas open of water. They had no where to go and were trapped. Each one turned around to see Omega Blade standing a few feet away.

“Stop hunting us!” the pretty brunette screamed.

“We haven’t done anything wrong!” a boy with curly golden blonde hair added.

“Leave us alone!” a slender red haired girl’s voice joined them.

“Ihr seid die unheilige, die Sohne u Tochter Draculas,” Omega Blade recited his matra, calling them sons and daughters of Dracula. He drew his swords. “Sie haben gegen Gott und Menschen gesundigt.” He accused them of sins against our God and man.

“You’re insane,” the red head said. She shouted, “Speak in English!”

“Es ist zeit zu sterben!” Omega Blade raised his swords and said it was time to die.

“Hande weg von den kindern,” a voice came from the dark.

Omega Blade spun around to see a dark haired stranger. Each of the teenagers watched as he strode towards all of them.

“Mit mir sie kampfen, nicht mit den Kindern,” Andrew announced that Omega blade leave the teenagers alone and the fight was with Andrew. He continued the sins against God and humanity was with Omega Blade, “Die Sunden gegen den Gott und Menschheit sind deine, nicht der anderen.”

“The sins are theirs,” Omega Blade quoted back. “I have no quarrels with you…”

“Knight, Andrew Knight,” Andrew bowed respectively.

“My fight is with them,” Omega Blade gestured towards the teenagers.

“You kill innocent, unarmed men, women and children,” Andrew stepped closer. “You have a choice, either surrender now, or face the consequences.”

“My brothers will be here soon,” Omega proudly announced.

“I don’t think so,” Andrew said as he produced the swords he had taken, and that were hidden behind his back.

“You die!” Omega Blade screeched and rushed towards Andrew.

Andrew jumped in the air. He landed and smashed into Omega Blade with a spin kick. Omega Blade stumbled a bit. He recovered and swung his swords at Andrew, who blocked the attack. The teenagers watched as the two men parlayed and thrusted their blades of steely death, each trying to gain the upper hand. Finally, in one finishing move, Andrew did a backwards flip over Omega Blade’s head, landing behind him. Andrew knew that Omega Blade was wearing body armor, so he slashed the back of the man’s legs. Omega Blade screamed out in pain and stumbled to the ground and let go of his swords. He rolled around in agony as blood stained the snow. Andrew tossed the swords aside and drew his Beretta. He walked over and with his foot, rolled Omega Blade on his back. Andrew pointed his Beretta at Omega Blade.

“You can’t kill me like this,” Omega Blade shouted at Andrew. “I have my rights!”

“It ends now,” Andrew said calmly and pulled the trigger. The sound of the shot broke the stillness.

Jackson Park was swarming with police by now. They had discovered the body of the lanky boy by the picnic area. About fifty yards from there, Nick found a hooded figure lying unconscious on the ground. They woke him and placed the man in custody. As they were about to leave, Nick heard a gun shot. He ran down the path towards the west lagoon. Several officers followed him.

When Nick came to a clearing by the lagoon, he saw Andrew standing over a hooded figure lying on the ground. There were two girls and a guy huddled together crying. Nick drew his gun and ran up.

“Put the f- gun down,” Nick cursed at Andrew. “Step away!”

Andrew put his gun down and stepped back.

“Yeah, he stopped that man from killing us,” the curly blonde haired boy added.

“Thank you, Mister Knight,” The red haired girl smiled at Andrew. She walked over and hugged him tightly. Andrew slipped his arms around her and told her that everything would okay now.

Nick kneeled down and exaimed the man. He was relieved that Andrew hadn’t shot him. Nick rolled the man over and put handcuffs on him. He hoped that the arrest of these three so called ‘Knights’ would finally put all of this to an end.

Nick walked up to Andrew and offered him a cigarette. Andrew graciously accepted. He really needed one after his fight.

Neither one said a word, and just stood their and smoked their cigarettes. It would be dawn soon and with it the promise of a new day. Andrew hoped it would be a good one. So did Nick.

The bright sun rose from the eastern sky dressed in hues of red, orange and yellow. Its light and warmth filtered into the room. Andrew woke, stretching every aching bone in his body. He got out of bed and strode into the bathroom. Andrew stopped to look; his upper torso was covered with bruises. He continued on and got in the shower. The soothing waters felt good. Andrew thought about his upcoming meeting today with author, Kara Sadler. He had done some further research on her last night. Andrew also had read her book Vampire Chronicles. She had gone into seclusion once her book was published, and that was one year ago. Andrew also found out that Kara lived in German castle that was transported stone by stone to somewhere in the outskirts of Woodstock. He further read that the castle was impenetrable and had the most up-to-date security systems in place. The question foremost on Andrew’s mind was, why did she need it? What was she afraid of?

Andrew finished his shower and grabbed a towel after turning the water off. He left and went back into the room. Andrew let the towel slip to the floor and strode to the closet. He picked out his favorite navy blue suit and laid it on the bed. Andrew opened the package of a brand new, white, dress shirt. Once dressed, Andrew put on a pair of black dress shoes. The room phone rang. Andrew picked it up and asked who it was. They told him that there was a car waiting for him in front of the hotel. Andrew thanked the desk clerk and hung up the phone. Once he was off the phone, Andrew left to go and meet his ride.

When Andrew exited the hotel, there was a black limo with tinted windows waiting for him. As Andrew approached the car, the rear door opened unassisted. As soon as he was seated, the door closed. The driver of the limo took off effortlessly into the early morning traffic.

The interior of the limo was decorated with black leather and silver fixtures. There was a bottle of champagne chilling and a single glass. There was a note attached to the bottle. Andrew removed the note and read ‘With my compliments, Kara’. Andrew tossed the note aside and opened the bottle. He poured himself a glass. Andrew knew it was early, but why should he waste a perfectly good bottle of champagne. Besides, he did not want to disappoint his hostess. Andrew downed the glass of champagne. Suddenly, he felt ill and things began to look blurry. He tossed aside the glass. It was laced with some kind of drug. Before Andrew could call out, he passed out cold.

Things still were a bit blurry when Andrew opened his eyes. He closed them again, trying to focus and to shake off the affects of the drug. When Andrew opened his eyes again, the room was much clearer now.

The room looked like something directly out of Camelot. Intricate tapestries were draped on each of the four walls, the furniture dark and heavy. A fire was roaring in the large stone hearth. And there amongst it all was Kara Sadler, seated in a high back leather and wood chair. She did not look the same as the photo on the book jacket. Gone was the golden hair and bright blue eyes; instead her eyes were dark brown and hair the color of night with streaks of red. Andrew further remembered Kara had worn a more conservative taupe skirt with white blouse and matching jacket in that photo. All of that had given way to a wardrobe of black.