April 1972
Mia turned her head when the banging on the front door of the flat began.
The lock buckling under the constant assault, the door swung open as the lock gave way.
Robert raised the shotgun he was carrying the moment he saw Mia’s fangs as she snarled at him.
He pulled the trigger.
The right side of Mia’s face exploded in a torrent of blood and bone.
Discarding the shotgun as Mia crashed onto the carpet, Robert pulled out the wooden stake tucked into the back of his trousers and rushed forward.
The remaining intact eye in the remnants of Mia’s shattered skull turning to focus on Robert’s advance, she rose back to her feet and grabbed the stake, twisting it in an attempt to snatch it from his grasp.
Fighting to keep hold of the stake, Robert slammed Mia against the wall and pushed her towards the open doorway.
Kicking her back, Robert scooped up the shotgun from the carpet and aimed it.
The blast catapulted Mia out through the door, smashing her against the metal railing.
Watching Robert begin advancing towards her, Mia propelled herself over the top of the railing and fell.
Rushing out into the passage, Robert looked over the railing and down at where Mia’s body had landed, a pair of leather clad teenagers were already helping her towards the back of a waiting van.
Leaning over the railing, Robert tried getting a better view of the van’s licence number. Unable to make out any of the numbers before the van began moving, he glanced back at Hannah appearing frozen against the wall where Mia had pinned her. “You okay.” Rushing back inside, he approached her. “Did she bite you?”
Her eyes still wide with the terror of everything she had just seen, Hannah did not answer.
Robert grabbed her chin, forcing her head from side to side until he was satisfied that there were no wounds on either side of her throat.
Producing a metal flask from inside his jacket, he handed it to her. “Drink this.”
Trickles of whiskey flowing down her chin as he raised the flask to her lips, Robert began to gently ease her back into the lounge.
Leading her back to the couch, he gave her another swig of the whiskey and made her sit down. “You’re going to be alright.”
Words began to form on her lips, “It looked like Mia.”
“It was Mia.” Robert sat on a chair facing her, “She’s become a Strigoi, what you would call a vampire.” He leaned closer to her, “Would you mind if I used your phone?”
Hannah managed a faint nod.
Rising from the chair, he returned to the hall and began dialling, raising the receiver. “It’s Bob. Get hold of Doctor Vincent, I’m bringing someone in.”
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