The Fifth Chapter in the Undead Life of Sean Becker
“I tell you I turned him, so he’s mine!” Dolingen screeched, her piercing voice terrifying Sean.
“I spilled first blood, marked him for our kind. How dare you challenge me!”
Marishka and Dolingen were more like animals, rivals vying for a single mate,ready to kill for him. The scene was made all the more surreal by the sparely placed halogen lamps, normally used for emergency lighting in any other environment, providing the only illumination in their makeshift crypt.
“Wait! What am I, fresh meat?”
They both turned toward Sean as if noticing him for the first time. Fangs bared and hissing like twin feral cats, they clearly thought of him as property and all that needed to be settled is who took possession.
Antonie had first laughed at this sport like a mad Nero holding the match that ignited a burning Rome. Then he crossed his arms and seemed content to be casually amused by their display. As the two female predators began to slowly advance on the object of their struggle, the Romanian waved his arms and then a dozen family members immediately advanced to restrain the both of them.