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Currency ~ Flash Fiction

September 7th, 2013 by Theresa

Amanda struggled up the rain soaked church steps. The night swallowed her cries of pain. The long slash on her thigh left a bloody trail. As she reached the top, step gooseflesh rose on her arms. Thunder crashed around her as she reached for the door handle.

Too late.

A strange force picked her up from the door and yanked her several feet in the air. Heart pounding Amanda screamed as the ground rose up.

Darkness.

Amanda swam back to consciousness . The stench of sulfur filled her nose. She opened her eyes to find the demon smiling at her. Far too late for rescue.

“You shouldn’t have run,” he said. His too wide grin revealed far too many teeth for Amanda’s comfort. “I suppose this is the part where I utter some vile threat? Something like “I will feast on your blood” or some other nonsense?”

She dragged herself backward to the mansion door. Resting against the jamb, she faced the demon.

“You don’t say anything,” she wheezed. “You just die.”

A darker shadow attacked the demon. The door opened and a deep voice chanted the exorcism. A smoking hole in the granite marked the demon’s destruction.

“Father Francis, I hate being bait,” Amanda said finally.

“I hate working with vampires,” he replied.

“I hate being currency, for them, too.”

“No, you don’t. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Father Francis turned away. Crouching over Amanda’s leg, a single vampire licked its lips.
Smiling, Amanda shivered.

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