Gustav

Gustav was at home one evening with his wife, son, and daughter when there was a knock at the door. A badly injured knight was there, bleeding profusely from his wounds. The knight was one of the few survivors of a terrible battle against a small clan of vampires that proved much more powerful than the knights ever expected. Ignoring his wife's protests and worries that the vampires might be searching for this knight, Gustav took him in determined to either nurse the knight back to health or let him die with dignity. Gustav tried hard to make the knight comfortable, giving him their finest blankets to use, their inest ale, and as much food as the man could eat. Later when Gustav and his wife were sleeping, the knight came into their bedroom and woke him, telling him that he heard a noise from his daughers room, and to be ready. Gustav and the knight went into the room of his daughters room, where he saw the girl completely flayed open from neck to groin, yet completely drained of blood. The childs heart was sitting on top of the dresser, with a black rose lying in front of it. As Gustav stared in shock and disbelief, looking from both his daughters heart and the look of utmost horror on the dead girls pale face, he heard a scream from behind him. His pregnant wife was standing behind the knight. She felt her husband missing and had come to see what brought him out of bed.

The knight turned around startled and told the woman not to look. The words had no sooner escaped the lips of the knight, when he rammed his fingers into her eyes, and tore Gustav's unborn child from her womb, killing them both. The knight turned around to look at Gustav, blood dripping from both his hands, a sick maniacle laugh coming from deep within his chest. The knight grinned, showing his fangs. His son, Leonid, appeared in the doorway, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Gustav was about to scream, to warn the child to run, when the knight held out his hand to the child..and the child took it. Gustav felt himself beginning to faint. The knight spoke, saying "Dear, dear man. Your kindness will not be forgotten this night. I will let you live, as a token of my gratitude. But your son is now mine, and he will feast upon his mother as I have feasted on your daughter." Gustav then collapsed, but the last thing he saw haunted his dreams. When he awoke the next morning in a puddle of blood and gore, the image of his son Leonid drinking the blood of his own mother, and feasting upon the flesh of the unborn child still hung before him.

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