No Weapon At All
A Tangled Tale from Vampire Maman
Locking in on the eyes of the largest Vampire Hunter she decided for a different strategy. Rather than sending them images of horror, pain, and endless nightmares, tonight would be different.
She slowly backed up and reached into the box behind her. Pulling out the contents, she could see a reaction from her would-be captors. At first it was shock which turned into confusion, then delight, then the resignation that they could not possibly hurt her now.
There were four of them, all experienced Vampire Hunters. She’d run across these types before: dressed in black, armed to the teeth, determined to kill.
That night she’d been alone, not expecting anyone to bother her and the precious, and priceless treasure she held. They’d taken her off guard. Mehitabel was an experienced member of the Vampire Elite Forces, but she’d been off work tonight. Seriously, even she needed a night off every once in a while. The short lace dress and heels she was wearing wasn’t her usual fighting garb. She didn’t even have any serous weapons with her. Then again, she had the ultimate weapon.
As the Vampire Hunters approached all wide-eyed and in wonder, she spoke to them in a soft voice. “Don’t come closer. You need to turn back. Go home. Have dreams of what you’ve seen tonight. Realize that we are not so different. Not so different at all.”
“Please…” started one of the Vampire Hunters, holding out a hand. He’d even removed his glove as a sign of peace.
“No,” said Mehitabel, “do not come close. Go to the shelter tomorrow and get your own. You need to get your own. You must get your own. They need you more than you need t
She watched them turn and go away, then kissed the tiny gray and white tabby kitten in her arms. Sometimes the best weapon is no weapon at all.
~ end
~ Juliettee aka Vampire Maman
Vampire Maman 