“He’s been shot!” Talia screeched, and watched in horror as her other deputies were attacked. She dove for cover. Talia heard one of the deputies return fire. The bullets struck the wood of the balcony just above her. Talia peeked up in time to see him stand to take aim at whoever it was on the balcony. There was a soft whizzing sound. He flew backwards on the pew with a thunderous crash that echoed across the wall of the chapel. Talia rechecked her weapon. She shone her light towards the back of the chapel. There she saw a set of stairs leading to the balcony. Talia swallowed hard, she reached for her radio, and called for assistance. The other deputies acknowledged they were on the way. She warned them to take extreme caution when entering the chapel and that there was a shooter in the balcony.
Chloe awoke when she heard what sounded like footsteps coming from somewhere in the dark. She nudged Roxanne. Chloe heard Roxanne stir and finally she too was awake.
“What is it?” Roxanne asked groggily.
“I heard a noise,” Chloe answered.
“Who is it?” Roxanne asked worriedly. “Is it the person who brought us in here?”
“I don’t know,” Chloe replied. They listened further.
Andrew put the lantern down and tried the door handle. It was not locked. He stepped back and with great force; kicked open the door. The sound of aged wood cracking filled the passageway. Andrew rushed into the room with lantern in hand. The smell of death immediately fell over him. Andrew took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth. As he shone his light across the room, Andrew saw several skeletons. There must have been over a dozen. Andrew stepped further into the room. Scrawled in blood on one of the walls were the words ‘Tod fur die Untoten!’ Andrew translated it aloud, “Death for the Undead.” He felt ill to his stomach. Andrew left the room and closed the door. He bowed his head in silent prayer for the souls of those who he had found in the room. Andrew continued on his way. He hoped to find Chloe and Roxanne soon.
The holy ground of St. Ambrose chapel was covered in blood. Talia and her men had stormed the balcony. They were not prepared for the blood lust unleashed upon them. As soon as they cleared the stairs, the killer attacked. With deadly accuracy and unyielding fury the blades of steel slashed through the frailty of flesh. Talia and her deputies didn’t even have a chance to get off a shot. She watched her deputy’s fall down one by one before her eyes. Talia somehow had managed to escape back down into the chapel, but dropped her service piece along the way. She was unarmed. Talia crawled on her belly beneath the pews. She found refuge behind the pulpit.
Andrew stopped at the final door. It also was unlocked. He opened it quickly and rushed inside.
Chloe and Roxanne ducked as they saw a darkened figure rush into the room.
“Who are you?” Chloe demanded.
“Chloe?” the figure asked. “Is that you?”
“Dad!” Chloe screeched with excitement. She burst out crying.
Andrew shone the light and found a light switch. He flipped the light on, blinding each of them momentarily. Andrew rushed over to his daughter and Roxanne. He loosened them from the ropes. Chloe threw her arms around her dad and smothered him with kisses. Roxanne hugged them both tightly for fear of letting go.
“Who did this to you?” Andrew demanded amongst the shower of affection.
“We never saw who it was,” Roxanne said.
Andrew helped them to their feet. They were both a bit unsteady at first, but soon were ready to go. Andrew led the way to where the teenagers were.
“I need you to call the authorities,” Andrew explained. “You never saw me, okay?”
“Why?” Chloe asked.
“Sheriff Delsmann must still believe I have amnesia,” Andrew further explained. “It’s the only way I have the freedom to work on the case. We’ll head back to the chapel,” Andrew ordered. “Once there, you can call for help.” The three of them walked down the passageway. A few minutes later they were in the room beneath the altar.
“Stay here,” Andrew ordered. “I’ll make sure the coast is clear.” He climbed up the steps to the altar.
Talia peered around the pulpit. The hooded figure stood there staring back at her.
“I told you the next time we met it would be the end for you,” she said.
“You are responsible for the deaths of law enforcement officers!” Talia shouted.
“Your interference will not be tolerated,” she answered drawing the swords from the sheaths. “It is time for you to die.”
“You’re Night Blade, aren’t you?” Talia said.
“I am,” Night Blade replied. Night Blade ascended the steps leading to the pulpit and altar. Talia heard Night Blade boot steps come closer. She had no where to run. Talia rose to her knees.
“They will come looking for us,” Talia said, with a look of final defiance.
“No one will find you.” Night Blade raised both swords.
Talia closed her eyes. But instead of feeling the steel blades strike her down, there was a loud crashing sound and Night Blade cried out in pain. Talia opened her eyes to see Night Blade sprawled face down on the steps. Andrew was standing over Night Blade. But before Talia could speak, Night Blade jumped up and attacked with a vicious spin kick. Andrew dropped down and spun his legs; hitting Night Blade’s other leg. Night Blade crashed to the floor again. Night Blade recovered and stood. Andrew made a lunge attack with a flurry of kicks and punches, driving Night Blade down the steps and towards the pews. For every move there after from the Night Blade, Andrew responded with retribution. Night Blade was bent over, trying to recover. Night Blade now stood and faced Andrew.
“This is none of your concern.”
“You’ve killed innocent people.”
“They honor the unspeakable creatures of lore.”
“They’re not vampires!” Andrew shouted angrily. “And you’re not a slayer.”
“But I am!” Night Blade drew a long bladed knife.
Andrew heard a voice cry out from behind him. He turned to look. Seeing the advantage, Night Blade attacked!
Talia watched them fight and cheered inside for Andrew. The man she hated had now turned out to be her hero. She stood and watched as Andrew and Night Blade talked. Talia gasped as Night Blade pulled a knife. She rushed over and grabbed one of the swords.
“Andrew!” Talia shouted, throwing him the sword.
Andrew saw the sword fly through the air towards him. He managed to grab hold of the handle. Andrew turned in time to see Night Blade rush at him with the knife. He in turn charged at Night Blade. With each lunge of Night Blade’s knife, Andrew blocked with a master’s proficiency. The clashing of metal resounded through out the chapel.
Chloe and Roxanne emerged from behind the altar. They gasped at the sight of Andrew battling a hooded figure. Chloe was about to rush to her dad’s defense, but Roxanne held her back. Instead, using Andrew’s phone, they called for help.
Andrew could sense Night Blade’s frustration at his ability to anticipate the next move. For with each thrust of Night Blade’s knife, Andrew met it with his own. Night Blade turned and bounded in the air landing, with both feet balancing on the back of a pew. Andrew did the same, taking the pew to the right. Their battle continued as they balanced like tight rope walkers. Blades of sharp steel clanged each time they met. Andrew unexpectedly jumped up and with a roundhouse kick, sent Night Blade flying down between the pews with a loud crash. Andrew descended upon Night Blade with the point of the sword, narrowly missing as they rolled beneath the pews. Andrew followed along as Night Blade crawled toward the back of the chapel, safe beneath the sanctuary of the wooden pews. From the last pew, Night Blade emerged and made a dash for the door, but Andrew sprung from the last pew in a mid-air, somersault landing in front of the doorway. Andrew twirled about and blocked Night Blade’s escape. Andrew could hear Night Blade’s labor breaths. Andrew tossed the blade aside and took up his stance. Night Blade did the same.
“No more weapons,” Andrew announced. “Just you and me this time, okay?”
“Agreed,” Night Blade replied with a low bow.
Chloe and Roxanne came to Talia’s aid. The strain must have finally gotten to her and she suddenly passed out.
Night Blade lunged at Andrew with a savage combination of kicks and punches. Andrew was ready and
