By Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues
A brand new story from the Time Warriors series. A romantic weekend in the seaside town of Ballybraken is disturbed when an ancient evil rears its head intent on taking over the planet. What is the End? Who are Legion? And what lies hidden beneath the sea? The Time Warriors fall one by one leaving Earth at the mercy of an evil no one ever imagined existed.
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“Question is, are we dealing with a Salem’s Lot vamp or a Twilight one,” Tyran added. “I know which one I’m hoping for.”
They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Nathaniel tensed, looking in the direction of the sound.
“Relax,” Varran reassured him. “It’s my friend. Michael, if you would…” he trailed, nodding for him to answer it and let Jacke in.
“Do I look like a doorman?” he retorted, getting to his feet.
He barely registered just how cold the metal door handle was to his touch as he turned it to open it.
“Come on in, you’re missing all the good stuff,” he said cheerily, stepping back to let them enter. When they didn’t move, Michael’s scalp crawled in warning. His eyes widened as he looked at the doorway.
Three figures stood in the evening shadow motionless. He squinted to make out any features but they wore shadow like hoods. From the silhouettes he saw Jacke was at the front and flanked by two larger figures which he instinctively knew were Stephan and Dylan.
Alarm bells sounded making Michael back away, his actions alerting the others as they leapt to their collective feet.
Nathaniel grabbed a torch from a side board and aimed its beam at the three shadows. The yellow beam lit up Jacke’s face. They saw the black veins snaking across her face and the black orbs that were her eyes glaring right at them devoid of all human emotion. With a quick flick of his wrist he saw the others were just like her. Varran noted they were all soaking wet. He ducked sideways as the others reacted.
“Michael, back away now!” urged Tyran, grabbing a candle stick. “Bet nobody thought to bring weapons,” she bit, backing round the table.
With a hiss and a burst of speed, Jacke shot forward, leaping across the table in one movement, taloned hands reaching for Nathaniel’s throat. Stephen and Dylan burst in going for the others. Tyran swung the stick as Stephen grabbed the lapel of her jacket, catching him on the head. He barely flinched and secured his hold on her, mouth opening and closing on hers.
Paralysed by his sheer bulk Tyran had never felt so helpless, desperately trying to pull away from that hideous mouth. She knew the result wouldn’t be good if she let him near her.
Nathaniel had Jacke by the throat and was able to smash her into Stephen, freeing Tyran. Catching her hand, he pulled Tyran clear. Michael was being held down over the table by Dylan whose mouth was opening. Like super gymnasts, Jacke and Stephen launched themselves at their prey again.
Tyran managed to punch Jacke in the face, immediately apologising as she went down. In a second, Jacke had twisted her back impossibly as she went on all fours, hissing at them, fangs gleaming like pearly white knives.
Michael yelled in fear as Dylan’s mouth closed on his. Tyran and Nathaniel backed away helplessly as their former friends crept closer, almost as if they knew their prey had nowhere to run and were milking every last ounce of evil from the moment.
“Why couldn’t they be Twilight vampires?” Tyran grumbled trying to show no fear but her pumping heart betrayed her, fists pounding uselessly.
They could see Michael kicking uselessly under Dylan’s weight and knew they were defenceless.
All they could see were hungry fangs, dead void eyes and knew they had failed.
The Time Warriors and Beyond 