The southern wind whistled through the broken glass windows as it washed over Bill Compton's flesh and chilled him deeper to the bone as though his bones were rattling in the empty shell. The empty corridors of an abandoned hospital that was once filled with life now ceased to exist as the halls now lay scattered with vacant trolley's and mountains of papers and patient files.
Voices echoed around him as he could hear the chatter of nurses and patients as faint silhouettes appeared in a ghostly form and soon fizzled out and were replaced with violet screams as new silhouettes appeared before him. Young female nurses in an almost ghost like form running down the corridors as several hazy figures passed through him as his hand clutched at his chest as he felt a flicker of their pain rush through him. What were they running from? But his question was soon answered as the figures of their tormentors appeared before him in the shapes of Texan vampires as they chased their prey.
Blood scattering across the walls as now lifeless bodies lay on the floor dead as vampires feasted upon their bleeding corpses as they quickly faded into nothing leaving Bill alone. What was this? A dream? Bill did not know as with every death that happened before him he felt every single emotion flood him as he stumbled on his own feet, using the wall to steady himself. The Texan vampires had taken over the Shreveport hospital, leaving trails of bodies in their wake as more ghostly figures appeared and quickly vanished as the once loud screams soon faded into silence.
He had failed.
He had fallen in the war, his worst fears confirmed. He allowed himself to be beaten and now Isabel had gotten what she wanted. Louisiana. Walking down the empty corridor once again as he stopped by an empty bed stranded by an office as his hand drifted by as his hand skimmed the creased fabric as his eyes wandered the empty hall. His fingers rubbed together as he felt something wet and sticky on the tips of his fingers as he raised his hand to see flash images of fresh blood as he looked on pained. Turning his eyes swiftly to the bed as a faint image of Kiara appeared before him fading in and out as that of an apparition.
"Kiara!" his voice weakened and pained as the body apparition faded in and out as his hand reached out to touch her cheek as his hand waved through her, unable to touch her as his hand passed through her ghostly body.
What was happening?
"Jessica?" his voice whispered as his lips trembled as a ghostly figure appeared before him.
'You failed Bill...You let Isabel win'
Isabel win?
'You lost us all Bill'
All Bill could do was stand there dazed and confused as the ghostly image of Jessica flashed to her normal appearance then into her clothes torn and her body battered, bruised and bloodied. Her ghostly image faded and reappeared as Brianna.
'You let everyone fall....You are weak...Pathetic.....lifeless....King. You failed us all'
The scene around him became sharper, colours blended into one another and nothing had shape or form. The light around him grew brighter as his eyes were blinded as he he felt burning warmth against his skin as it became dark and flickers of light caused him to recoil as he was now standing in front of his home.
Bill collapsed to his knees as everything in his broke, the raging fire that consumed his home, his life was gone.
Bill's eyes flashed open as he quickly scanned his surroundings, he was in his office as he looked to the clock to see it flashing - 2:47 am, several hours before sunrise. Was it a vision of what was to come? All because he was failing at everything? The war? A Maker? A King?
Bill would not allow this to happen.
He picked up his phone and quickly dialled a number that he knew off by heart as he waited for an answer as a muffled voice answered.
"Bill Compton, Louisiana. Yes...I have made my decision....You know what to do? Good. Do it. Your debt has been paid for this. Until next time my friend" as he clicked and ended the call.
If Isabel wanted a war....Bill was going to give her a war.
Louisiana .v. Texas.
A war to end all wars.
Voices echoed around him as he could hear the chatter of nurses and patients as faint silhouettes appeared in a ghostly form and soon fizzled out and were replaced with violet screams as new silhouettes appeared before him. Young female nurses in an almost ghost like form running down the corridors as several hazy figures passed through him as his hand clutched at his chest as he felt a flicker of their pain rush through him. What were they running from? But his question was soon answered as the figures of their tormentors appeared before him in the shapes of Texan vampires as they chased their prey.
Blood scattering across the walls as now lifeless bodies lay on the floor dead as vampires feasted upon their bleeding corpses as they quickly faded into nothing leaving Bill alone. What was this? A dream? Bill did not know as with every death that happened before him he felt every single emotion flood him as he stumbled on his own feet, using the wall to steady himself. The Texan vampires had taken over the Shreveport hospital, leaving trails of bodies in their wake as more ghostly figures appeared and quickly vanished as the once loud screams soon faded into silence.
He had failed.
He had fallen in the war, his worst fears confirmed. He allowed himself to be beaten and now Isabel had gotten what she wanted. Louisiana. Walking down the empty corridor once again as he stopped by an empty bed stranded by an office as his hand drifted by as his hand skimmed the creased fabric as his eyes wandered the empty hall. His fingers rubbed together as he felt something wet and sticky on the tips of his fingers as he raised his hand to see flash images of fresh blood as he looked on pained. Turning his eyes swiftly to the bed as a faint image of Kiara appeared before him fading in and out as that of an apparition.
"Kiara!" his voice weakened and pained as the body apparition faded in and out as his hand reached out to touch her cheek as his hand waved through her, unable to touch her as his hand passed through her ghostly body.
What was happening?
"Jessica?" his voice whispered as his lips trembled as a ghostly figure appeared before him.
'You failed Bill...You let Isabel win'
Isabel win?
'You lost us all Bill'
All Bill could do was stand there dazed and confused as the ghostly image of Jessica flashed to her normal appearance then into her clothes torn and her body battered, bruised and bloodied. Her ghostly image faded and reappeared as Brianna.
'You let everyone fall....You are weak...Pathetic.....lifeless....King. You failed us all'
The scene around him became sharper, colours blended into one another and nothing had shape or form. The light around him grew brighter as his eyes were blinded as he he felt burning warmth against his skin as it became dark and flickers of light caused him to recoil as he was now standing in front of his home.
Bill collapsed to his knees as everything in his broke, the raging fire that consumed his home, his life was gone.
~~~~~ Back To The Present ~~~~~
Bill's eyes flashed open as he quickly scanned his surroundings, he was in his office as he looked to the clock to see it flashing - 2:47 am, several hours before sunrise. Was it a vision of what was to come? All because he was failing at everything? The war? A Maker? A King?
Bill would not allow this to happen.
He picked up his phone and quickly dialled a number that he knew off by heart as he waited for an answer as a muffled voice answered.
"Bill Compton, Louisiana. Yes...I have made my decision....You know what to do? Good. Do it. Your debt has been paid for this. Until next time my friend" as he clicked and ended the call.
If Isabel wanted a war....Bill was going to give her a war.
Louisiana .v. Texas.
A war to end all wars.
