Chapter 1 - The Dead
Whilst looking up at the
increasingly greying sky I could sense the onset of
bad weather. I didn't relish the idea of being caught
within a storm and hoped our search would soon be
over, yet at the back of my mind I knew deep down
that our search would prove futile. It was imperative
that we attempt to return our loved one back to the
flock, and release the evil that consumed her soul,
but deep down I knew she would be lost forever. The
many virtues of being a vampire meant even the strong
willed were often tempted especially when faced with
their own mortality. Countess Susannah Elfred Ardel
went missing the moment she was informed of her
incurable disease and it was likely she chose the
life of a vampire rather than face the alternative.
There was a foreboding chill
within the still air, and a deafly silence, as though
nature herself had abandoned the area leaving baron
trees and empty fields that would have otherwise been
full of life on a spring afternoon. The only sounds
were the constant hums and occasional hisses that
emitted from the large engine of our steam carriage
as we navigated down the winding lanes heading for
the ruins of Ashdown Village. As to what we would
discover was anyone's guess as no one had ever
ventured in such a damned place in nigh on twenty
The occasional droplet of
water fell atop of my bald head causing me to wonder
if rain was about to fall or if it was steam from the
engine, whatever the case I would have preferred a
roof on such a modern vehicle as I didn't relish the
idea of returning home soaked to the skin.
As the narrow lane grew
increasingly bumpy, due to the dried mud of the
frozen ground beneath, the steam carriage wobbled
from side to side on its soft suspension. For a brief
moment I felt we were about to topple out which
caused me to instinctively grab one of my fellow
passengers upon her knee. I quickly pulled my hand
back and held the seat of the driver in front. The
rough ground upon the lane's surface continued to
wobble the carriage causing the engine to struggle
and splutter as a cloud of steam shot out of its
funnel like a kettle coming to the boil.
The vast fields either side
of the lane that once supported crops for the
villagers contained nothing more than dried mud and
an occasional weed. Even plant life was bereft due to
the evil atmosphere that surrounded the baron village.
The stone structures of
cottages gradually grew into view looking somewhat
like skeletons without their windows and roofs ever
intensifying the bone chilling feel to the area. The
closer we got to the village the thicker the
atmosphere felt causing my chest to heave with each
breath. It was likely my imagination, due to the
heavy steam from our own transport, so I had to
remind myself over and over again that I was a man of
God and therefore immune to the effects of evil.
I shuddered the moment we
drove into the village square as our steam carriage
hissed and choked. Everyone remained silent looking
at the skeletal buildings either side wondering at
the atrocities that had taken place many years before.
We then received a nasty shock as the engine let out
one final hiss before coming to a halt. All was quiet
with not even a distant breeze to break the silence.
"What happened? Did we
just break down?!" I quickly said whilst trying
to repress my panic.
"Not to worry,"
Lewis our driver responded in his usual gruff toned
voice, "We've just overheated, is all. Old Nelly
just needs to cool off."
With that he attempted to pat
the engine then quickly changed his mind as to not
burn his hand.
"Give it half an hour or
so then we'll be able to get going again," he
His calm tone filled me with
confidence but at the same time I knew all too well
that he could be wrong. The reason we had to rely on
modern steam power was beyond me, horses were much
more reliable and had instincts of their own.
All five of us, consisting of
the driver, two priests and two nuns, shared that
little steam carriage and while I found the village
ruins foreboding part of me felt relief that we had
stopped as I could then stretch my legs. We had been
travelling for hours and my back ached along with a
feeling of cramp within my limbs.
Before I had chance to move
one of the nuns, named Gwen, clambered over the seats
leaning against my shoulder and jumping onto the
ground. It was a spectacle to see someone of her
advance years move in such a way but I was sure she
was just as eager to stretch her legs as I.
My fellow priest Reverend
Vinny quickly climbed out to assist along with Lewis
the driver who took a number of steps away and peered
at the vehicle whilst removing his goggles. I stared
back at him as if to ask if he can get it started
again. He nodded his head in response, his face
reminding me of a panda due to the dark impressions
of oil around his eyes.
"I need to, um..."
Gwen said to Reverend Vinny before turning to face me.
I waited a moment before
responding whilst wondering what she was referring to.
"Oh, right," I
quickly said once I realised what she meant, "Just
don't wander too far."
I was about to add that she
should stay in sight but stopped myself as I realised
it would be inappropriate under the circumstances.
"Actually I should join
her," Bethany said before she too clambered out
from the back of the carriage.
A thought popped into my mind
as why women always felt the need to pee together but
on the other hand it was far safer. Who knows what
could have been lurking nearby. Gwen waited for
Bethany to approach before both of them headed into
one of the many empty cottages making sure to keep
out of sight of a chancing glance.
Stretching out my arms and
taking a deep breath I heaved myself up in my seat
then climbed out of the carriage and joined Lewis as
he stared at the engine. I had no idea if he was
looking at anything specifically or just a general
"So are you certain this
thing will start once it's cooled?" I asked
knowing his response will be more honest as we were
out of earshot of Gwen and Bethany.
There was a short pause
before he responded.
"Oh, yea, no problem,"
he said nodding his head, "Old Nelly's the most
reliable carriage I've ever driven. It's just that..."
"Just that what?" I
"She shouldn't have
overheated on such a cool day is all," he added,
"It's as though she somehow doesn't want to
travel any further. I'm sure she'll be fine once we
I wondered if steam vehicles
did have instincts after all just like horses but
immediately dismissed the thought. It was bad enough
to imply animals had souls but for a machine that was
beyond the pale, almost blasphemous.
"This village is too
vast to search on foot," I said matter-of-factly,
"We need this machine of yours up and running
and in tiptop condition."
Lewis removed his hat and
wiped his brow before quickly nodding.
"Aye, yea, it'll be fine,
just give it half an hour or so," he responded.
The carriage let out a
metallic clunk as the engine cooled as though
confirming its master's comment.
Chapter 2 - A Lost
Within moments there was loud
screaming as both Gwen and Bethany came running out
of the dilapidated cottage heading towards us, their
faces as white as sheets. We didn't need to ask what
they saw and didn't hesitate to clamber into the
carriage. Gwen still had her bloomers down to her
knees while holding the hem of her habit causing her
to hobble at a slow pace.
"Hurry!" I shouted
at them while holding out my arms in preparation to
pull them into the carriage.
"It's not ready, it's
not ready. I can't start her yet!" Lewis yelled
as he jumped into the driver's seat in an attempt to
restart the engine.
Being far braver than myself
Reverend Vinny had made his way over to Bethany and
forced her to move more quickly, while half carrying
her back to the carriage, where I assisted in lifting
her inside. Vinny then swiftly made his way back over
"Start you damned
blasted piece of manure!" Lewis shouted at the
The noisy sounds of the
struggling steam powered vehicle, as it hissed and
choked building up pressure, began to fall quiet as I
noticed a figure within my peripheral vision. It was
her, the woman we had been searching for, Countess
Susannah Elfred Ardel. She was dressed in black, with
very tall heels, a black cloak and a small top hat.
The material of her clothing reflected brightly
within the light looking giving the illusion that it
was sliding around the contours of her body. She
appeared gaunt with a twisted posture, holding her
arms forward, bending her fingers as though they were
claws. I stared toward her face, particularly her
mouth, to see if she had been turned but alas it was
unclear. Both Reverend Vinny and Gwen then came into
view and it was clear the Countess had her eyes set
directly upon them. The delay in her reaction was no
more than seconds yet it felt an eternity while my
eyes fixated upon her with my heart praying she was
still human, but with what happened next my hopes
were swiftly dashed.
Gwen let out an almighty
bloodcurdling scream at the stop of her voice that
echoed around the bare stone structures of the
dilapidated cottages. The creature that was once a
dignified human being named Susannah Elfred Ardel had
its fangs buried deep within Gwen's shoulder while
blood streamed down the loose material of her habit.
Reverend Vinny stood in shock,
either frozen with fear or simply due to having no
idea how to help Gwen. There was no way a mortal
human being could fight a fully turned vampire and he
was no match for Susannah.
Pushing Bethany to one side I
jumped from the steam carriage and ran as fast as my
frightened wobbly legs could carry me, all the while
yelling at the top of my voice.
"Get your hellion hands
off her!" I yelled with authority.
As I drew closer I realised I
had no way of stopping the vampiric beast but I
couldn't simply stand by and let it finish its human
meal. Gwen was still screaming out loud looking down
at the terrifying sight of the pool of her own blood
in which she sat. She writhed in agony as the vampire
gnawed down to the bone.
Without thought of my own
safety I ran as fast as I could using my own body as
a battering ram then jumped at the vampire causing
her to lose her grip upon Gwen's neck. Whilst
witnessing my reaction Vinny too decided to spring
into action and pulled Gwen's arm dragging her to
safety. However the vampire wasn't going to
relinquish her meal that easily and jumped to her
feet before dashing at incredible speed and plunging
her teeth deep inside Gwen's arm.
"Get back to Hell you
Satanic beast!" I yelled trying to physically
prise the vampire away but to no avail.
The sound of her fangs
squelched as she repeatedly gnawed into the flesh of
Gwen's arm trying to get her teeth ever deeper whilst
gulping down Gwen's blood. My heart pounded in my
chest knowing that Vinny's and my attempts at
rescuing Gwen were proving to be fruitless, it was
only a matter of time before Gwen's struggle for
survival would be lost. Vinny continued pulling Gwen's
arm while I pulled against the vampire but there was
no give, no lapse in the creature's mighty vice-like
grip, of its fangs. There was then the horrifying
sound of small cracks as the vampire reached bone
"Leave me here, let me
be. Save your own lives!" Gwen screeched between
Neither of us needed to
respond as Gwen knew all to well that we would fight
to the death if we had to.
There was then another sound,
a pleasing one this time, as the steam powered
carriage hissed into life letting out a high toned
whistle shooting up a cloud of water vapour into the
air. The entire carriage shook as though furious with
rage while Lewis had his eyes set upon us. Then with
one forceful jerk the carriage headed in our
direction at full power as Lewis set his sights upon
In a flash the vampiric
monster relinquished her grip upon Gwen's arm and
jumped to one side while Lewis steered the carriage
in her direction with the intention of running her
down. It was a pleasant spectacle to watch the
vampire flee in fear and I felt a sense of justice
now that the tables had turned.
Gwen was in a bad way, with
blood pouring form her neck and arm, but she was
still alive and fully conscious albeit in a lot of
pain. I tried to give her a reassuring look but didn't
know how. Both myself and Vinny lifted her to her
legs then slowly hobbled away from the vampire's
The sound of a crash as the
steam powered carriage hit something caused us to all
turn to see what had happened. The vampire had been
hit and fell to the ground with a thud. She was still
alive but dazed whilst crouching on all fours trying
to regain her faculties. A shot of steam wafted out
of the carriage accompanying the sound of a bang. I
hoped to dear God that the engine wasn't damaged.
Lewis managed to manoeuvre
the vehicle around while Bethany continued to duck
down in the back covering her head. In what seemed an
awfully long time but was in fact only a few moments
Lewis drove in our direction then swiftly pulled the
break causing the carriage to skid to a halt.
yelled as both myself and Vinny assisted Gwen into
It was then that I noticed
blood soaking through Vinny's clothing causing me to
wonder if he had been bitten too, before I realised
it was Gwen's blood which I myself was also soaked
With one quick glance to
check we were safely inside Lewis released the break
and the carriage jerked forward at speed causing a
sense of relief to fill my body. However this relief
was only shot lived as the vampire had already jumped
to her feet and was giving chase.
"Doesn't this damned
monster ever give up?!" Lewis yelled.
I couldn't believe the
incredible speed she moved as she ran and it was
clear to all that she was catching up.
yelled before pulling his hand against the brake
lever causing the carriage to slide across the ground.
"What are you doing?!"
Lewis was frantically
fiddling with the controls of the carriage causing
ever more wafts of smoke combined with steam to blast
from its funnel. He then lowered the break and to our
surprise we all lurched forward as the vehicle
reversed at full speed.
Lifting myself up in my seat,
whilst half standing to get a better view, I could
see the vampire still running in our direction. From
the look on her ghastly features she was just as
surprised to see the carriage reverse as we were and
found it difficult to stop herself from running into
us which she only managed to do by intentionally
falling flat on her face.
There was then a screech as
the carriage skidded to a halt once more before
suddenly lurching forward causing me to tumble out to
the sudden change in momentum.
"Wait!" I yelled as
Lewis drove off at full speed into the distance.
As I jumped to my feet I saw
the vampire crouched down just a short distance from
me with blood oozing from her fangs down her chin.
She stared at the carriage as though deciding whether
to continue the chase before turning her gaze toward
me. Her head tilted to one side as she smiled with
Chapter 3 - Hiding
In a flash I jumped to my
feet and ran at full pelt into one of the dilapidated
cottages, through its doorway, frantically trying to
find somewhere to hide. I knew I was likely being
followed so dashed through the cottage then into the
next in an attempt to outwit the hungry creature. I
just hoped vampires hadn't the ability to sniff out
victims on account of my clothing being drenched in
Gwen's blood. My plan was to head back in the
direction of the carriage in the hope they were
waiting for me in the distance but I needed to lose
the vampire first.
I stopped and looked out of
the cottage's window for a brief glimpse to see where
the creature was but she was nowhere in sight.
Quickly darting my head behind me I wondered if she
was toying with me, and hiding herself nearby, but it
was likely my imagination. My mind was telling me to
hide while my body screamed at me to run, causing my
heart to pound with indecision.
With extreme caution I peered
around the doorframe at the back of the cottage and
crept slowly across the hard clumps of dried mud
heading in the direction of the distant fields
knowing they would eventually lead to the dirt road
of which we came. However there was no kind of
thicket in which to conceal myself and knowing how
fast the vampire could move there was no way I could
outrun her if she set her evil eyes upon me. I just
hoped she was resting up somewhere out of sight.
Stopping momentarily, just to
make sure I wasn't being stalked from afar, I
continued at a slow pace making as little sound as
possible. It was going to be a long journey home on
foot and it was soon to be nightfall. Just the
thought of that beastly monster nearby was enough to
make me panic which took all my will to repress. I
would likely die of fright long before reaching home.
I had only one decision open
to me which sent shivers through my trembling body
and into my very soul. I was going to have to find a
hiding place and wait it out, wait for the morning,
and for rescue.
The bare cottages were simply
ruins, totally unsuitable, so I was going to have to
search for a better location, but where could I find
such a place with just barren fields ahead of me? I
crouched down whilst attempting to think while
jerking my head in every direction on the lookout.
To my left, where the broken
cobblestones of the village met the dirt road between
the fields, was a small declining slope leading and a
ditch beneath. It must have once served as a small
stream that fed the fields. The road passed over the
top of it so I gathered there must have been a bridge
beneath. It was far from ideal as a hiding place but
more suitable than the cottages.
Glancing a few more times
making sure I wasn't being followed I slowly made my
way over to the ditch and hurried down the slope
almost taking a tumble in the process. A sense of
relief filled my body as I knew I was out of
potential eyeshot allowing me to let out a deep
The bridge was larger than
expected as I hurried inside towards the far end
which was partially blocked by rubble and rotten wood.
The stream wasn't totally dry either and there were
large puddles of water as well as a strong smell of
dampness beneath the bridge. My heavy footsteps felt
squidgy with my shoes already encrusted with mud.
Clambering across the rubble,
with my body in a state of extreme exhaustion, I hid
myself in the far corner and rested my eyes before
falling asleep knowing I was relatively safe.
Chapter 4 - The Tears
Of A Lost Soul
It had only been a number of
minutes before I awoke, or at least I felt it was
only that long. Daylight was barely hanging on, and
it was lightly raining, but I knew it wasn't going to
be long before nightfall and not long before the
upcoming storm. My eyes had already adjusted to the
dim light of the stone archway of the bridge and it
was then that I noticed something odd about the way
in which the items of rubble and rubbish were
scattered. They clearly were not random and there was
what looked to be the remains of a fire in the middle
as well as rags for bedding. Someone had previously
spent the night under that bridge and I hoped to dear
God that it had been a homeless person rather than
the horrifying alternative.
In almost an instant my
unasked question was replied, and it was the answer I
dreaded the most, as the vampire came scampering into
the archway beneath the bridge in which she used as
I had no idea as to whether
her eyesight was more acute than an a human's, but
luckily she had not yet set eyes upon me, as I
continued to lay at the far end of the darkened arch
hidden among the rubble. I concentrated with all my
might to keep as silent as possible while I stared
directly at her wondering what she was about to do.
The silhouette of her fangs was fully visible as she
waited, simply standing still, in the middle of the
archway. I wondered if she could track my scent.
Surprisingly she collapsed to
the ground, landing on the pile of rags, and
breathing roughly as though in pain. She cried out,
screaming loudly, before bursting into tears and
crying like a child. It was difficult to witness but
there was no way I was even tempted to cover my ears,
as even my slightest movements may be enough for her
to detect me. Her cries continued while she rested
herself flat across the ground, rolling herself
within the rags, and kicking and punching the air
with rage. She was having a tantrum possibly caused
by anger that she had yet to find me. I was in
extreme danger if she discovered I was hiding within
the very location she used as her home. I closed my
eyes and prayed silently that this nightmare would
Chapter 5 - A Prayer
It was a number of minutes
before the fiendish vampire ceased with her tantrum
and began gently weeping instead. The sound of the
pouring rain outside the archway wasn't enough to
cover the sound of her inner turmoil as every sound
she made echoed around the confined space. Part of me
felt sorry for her but as I remembered what she had
done to Gwen any feelings of empathy I had for the
Cocking my head to one side I
began to listen intensely as I heard distant voices.
There was no way I could call out a reply due to my
dangerous predicament but I continued to listen over
the sound of the downpour of rain. It was a few
moments before I realised that I wasn't hearing
voices in the distance after all but a very silent
whisper echoing softly within my location. I stared
ahead at the vampiric beast, particularly toward her
mouth, as she spoke to herself. She was praying. I
couldn't believe the words I was hearing for they
made no sense coming out of a vampire's mouth. It was
the prayer of a human not the prayer of a beast.
"... my soul to take,"
the vampire continued her whisper, "If I should
live for other days, I pray the Lord to guide my ways.
Father unto thee I pray, thou hast guarded me all day.
Safe I am while in thy sight, safely let me sleep
tonight. Bless my friends ..."
It was a bedtime prayer, one
of the many kinds of rhyming prayers children were
taught at an early age to get them into the habit of
praying each night. It had been so ingrained into her
psyche that she was even taking the time to pray
whilst no longer human.
A feeling of warmth entered
my body and heart. Clearly the kind and caring soul
of the woman known as Susannah Elfred Ardel was still
within that vampire somewhere. She hadn't fully
turned. I then came to realise the possibility that
all vampires still partially retained their humanity
concluding that they were all victims of their
ghastly fate. Susannah needed help from God and that
was the very reason I was guided into that dank
archway beneath the bridge.
After the prayer was over she
crawled over to the remains of a previous fire and
brushed away some of the burnt ashes before placing
some fresh twigs inside. She took a momentarily
glance as though looking for other items to burn then
proceeded to light the pile of twigs using a small
metallic lighter. I wondered where she had obtained
such an item and if it had been a precious gift that
belonged to her from when she had been human. There
was the sound of a slight hiss before the spark from
the lighter ignited the flame and the twigs. Susannah
then shut off the lighter and held it close to her
body before tucking it within her clothing.
Letting out a sigh she
huddled next to the fire and twitched her shoulders
trying to gain some warmth from such a small flame.
The flicker of the fire reflected in her moist eyes
enhancing the sadness within her soul. Her face, that
was encrusted with dirt and dried blood, contained
clean trails caused by dried tears that were
emphasised by the downpour of rain that could be seen
behind her as though the whole village was weeping on
The striking stare, emitting
from her extra wide pupils, was directed toward me
and I couldn't tell of she could see me whilst I hid
in the corner among the rubble. From her viewpoint I
may have been nothing more than a dark shadow but it
could be that lighting the fire had revealed my
presence. I could feel the hairs upon my neck stand
on end while my chest throbbed. It was imperative
that I remained totally motionless while keeping my
breath as shallow as possible. Her head moved to one
side whilst her gaze continued to stare right at me.
I half expected her to pounce on me yet I dared not
move in case my assumption was wrong.
She remained totally silent
with the only sounds coming from the pouring rain
outside and the dripping sounds of water seeping into
the damp archway.
It was a number of moments
before she blinked her eyes and relaxed her posture.
She was taking a nap, albeit in an odd crouched
position, much to my own relief. The emotional
turmoil of fear within my own body, along with the
emotion of empathy I felt toward her human side, was
a drain on my strength. With all my will I hoped I
didn't fall asleep only to then awake whilst being
Throughout the night I
continued to stare at the silhouette of Susannah's
vampiric body, as she breathed in and out, while the
diminishing fire still gave off enough light to see
her closed eyes.
Chapter 6 - My Rescue
To my surprise I found myself
waking up the following morning to the sound of
hissing steam from the road above the bridge. I
cursed myself within my mind for falling asleep but
felt relief when I realised the vampire was nowhere
in sight. The fire was nothing more than ashes while
the morning sunshine illuminated the archway.
As I slowly crawled out from
among the rubbish I continued to glance around making
sure I was safe. I looked at the pile of rags the
vampire had slept upon and could see a puddle of red
stained urine, or at least I guessed that was what it
was. I then left the archway and stepped outside as
daylight shone down upon me.
"Hold it still!" I
heard a loud voice yell.
"I've got it!"
Another replied, "It's not going anywhere!"
Panting heavily I quickly
hurried up the incline of the dried stream, up to the
road above, into the direction of the voices. To my
delight I saw the steam carriage with Lewis sitting
in the driving seat and a number of men standing
"Walter!" A voice
It was Reverend Vinny. I
waved my arm back at him as I trotted towards him.
"You're a sight for sore
eyes," I said referring to everyone beside the
steam carriage, "You won't believe the night I've
had. How's Gwen by the way? Did she... um, is she
"As well as can be
expected," Reverend Vinny replied.
While heading closer I
noticed one of the men holding a large flintlock
rifle containing a gas canister and an extra wide
barrel. I knew little about such weaponry but could
see it was lethal. Part of me felt reassured that he
was armed but I still couldn't help feeling nervous
about it causing me to dart my head round making sure
the vampire was nowhere in sight.
"I think you should
lower that," I said as I approached.
"I intend to shoot it,"
he responded gruffly before heading for the back of
It was then that I noticed
the sound of someone kicking against the ground
whilst whimpering as I followed the armed man. On the
ground behind the carriage was the shocking sight of
the vampire, bound tightly with rope, laying upon the
ground with an oily rag protruding from her mouth.
She wiggled frantically kicking the ground while
tears flowed from her bloodshot eyes. The man aimed
"Wait, what are you
doing?!" I yelled before pushing his gun away.
The vampire stared at me as
if pleading for my help. Her vampiric eyes appeared
less monstrous than before and I sensed the conscious
living soul behind them.
"This is the very same
creature that attacked Sister Gwen," Vinny said
as he stood at my side, "She very nearly didn't
pull through and will be physically scared for life,
let alone her emotional scars at almost being eaten
alive. I know this is a ghastly task but it needs to
The armed man raised his
rifle once more.
"If you wish I'll do it
point blank in the head," he said raising his
gun again, "It's more than it deserves mind, but
at least the deed will be done."
I rested my hand against the
gun once more and pushed it aside. I then remembered
the vampire's prayer the previous night. She couldn't
help what she was. There was no way to cure her but
maybe all she needed, what all the vampires needed,
was understanding. Maybe there was a way that humans
and vampires could coexist.
"This is wrong!" I
said sternly then crouched down removing the rag from
the vampire's mouth before proceeding to loosen her
Some of the men beside the
carriage started to grumble as Reverend Vinny lurched
"What are you doing?
This is complete madness!" He yelled at me.
I looked up at him from my
kneeing position next to the vampire while continuing
to pull against the ropes.
"We were wrong," I
said clearly but calmly, "Vampire's are not the
spawn of Satan. This is one of God's creatures and
her name is Susannah despite what she has become. We
need to show her compassion and understanding, not
I stood up and held out my
arm for Susannah. She looked up at me from the ground
then took my hand allowing me to assist her climb to
"This is blasphemy,"
Reverend Vinny said softly whilst shaking his head
from side to side, "The bishop will certainly
hear of this. Mark my words."
Susannah still had a firm
grip upon my hand and stood at my side knowing that I
was protecting her. Her shoulders were hunched, and
her body shook with fear as she sniffed away her
"You see," I said
turning to everyone around me engaging their eye
contact in turn, "She's just as afraid of us as
we are of her, there's no need to..."
I screamed out as the vampire
plunged her fangs deeply into my neck, ripping a lump
of flesh from me, before jumping over the side of the
road into the dried stream and dashing to freedom. I
collapsed to my knees clasping my wound as blood
spurted onto the ground.
"You monstrous Satanic
freak!" I yelled.