Hello, My Name Is: Death
At times, as I tried to find Jerek, I saw people dropping to the ground, a head or two flying past my face, blood being sprayed in the air. But I knew that none of them was more, nor Tabra, nor Jerek.
And I was certain.
I kept on walking, killing few here and there, and finally, I saw Jerek and Haus.
They were off to the side, like I was with the other people, and I kept walking that way slowly, making sure Haus didn't see me or Jerek saw me and got distracted and got killed. I pulled up my cross-bow, and aimed at Haus.
"DIE!" Someone from behind me said, and I turned just as a faca was being thrusted my way.
I flinched as I jumped out of the way, my finger squeezed the trigger and the Arqueiro shot into the man's neck. He dropped his knife, gripped his neck, and fell to the ground. I kicked his face and heard a loud SNAP! He was dead.
I re-loaded the cross-bow, watching out for people who might sneak up me again, and once re-loaded I aimed again for Haus and saw that he was standing over Jerek's body, gun in hand.
"NO!" I said, raised the cross-bow just as Haus turned to look at me, pulled the trigger, and watched it soar through the air and stuck into his arm. He dropped the gun, and Jerek caught it so it wouldn't mis-fire once it collided with the ground, aimed at Haus's neck, and shot the gun. Haus dropped down again like a dead fly.
I ran over to Jerek and he rose to his feet. "I'm okay. Just get me that stake." He pointed to his right and I ran to it. I handed it to him. "Make sure he doesn't spring up with I'm about to stake him. Aim the gun at his heart."
"Alright." I did as told, and he went over to Haus and raised the stake.
"For everything you've made me do. For everyone you've made me kill!" He thrusted the stake down into the vampires' coração and Haus's eyes popped open as he yelped out in pain.
Blood, thick as syrup, ran over the stake and onto the ground. It wasn't red, it was black.
"How long?" I asked.
"3,000 years old." Jerek said, knowing I mean how old.
"Dang." I said.
"Yupp." Jerek was still leaning there, and Haus looked into his eyes.
"You've done it," Haus whispered. He grabbed Jerek and kissed his cheek.
That tipped Jerek off. Jerek took the cross-bow from me, aimed it at his face and pulled the trigger. We then watched as little specks of dust started to float around him into a tiny whirl-wind, and finally, Haus went POOF! and the dust blew away in the wind.
"Is it over?" I asked Jerek.
"He is anyways." Jerek looked satisfied.
I felt that way.
We turned to see the battle's damages, we saw that the war was over.