The McLaughlin Chronicles: A Kid Called Jason

McLaughlin watched as the vampire fell and could tell the knife had not struck the heart. He swore to himself and spun around. He pulled the kit from his jacket pocket. He raced over to Jen and prepared a needle. He leaned over the neck wound and sucked some blood out. Jason had his fangs in her for some time, but the blood nearest to the wound would be the most saturated with venom. He spit out a mouthful and sucked some more. He did this three more times and then prepped the needle.

All McLaughlin heard was the snarl of an animal, before the tremendous impact on his back that caused him to lurch over Jen and land on his stomach. Jason was on his back. Now, here is where his training had saved him. Vampires love getting their victims on their stomachs, because there was very little a victim could do from that position. McLaughlin however, before landing, curled both of his arms under torso. This gave him a little space to play with, which he used immediately, and twisted his way on to his back. His arms were bloodied from the layer of rocks on the roof, but he paid it no mind.

Jason, however, still had him pretty well pinned. In spite of the gaping hole in his chest just left of his heart, he still had most of his energy. He put his canines into McLaughlin’s carotid artery. McLaughlin felt a little light-headed as Jason began to suck. McLaughlin adjusted the grip he had on the needle in his hand, hoping that the stem wasn’t broken.

The formula that he used to inject victims kills blood cells used by vampires, but doesn’t touch the human ones. As such, it’ll only save a victim shortly after he or she’s been bitten. Up until this point, he had only imagined what it would do to a being already a fully transformed vampire.

Jason’s grip on McLaughlin’s arms loosened a little and more of his strength was concentrated on his feeding. That, added to the wound that was already on his left side and McLaughlin right side was his stronger side, all it took was one violent twist of his right wrist and his arm was free and he drove the needle directly into Jason’s heart.

“I’m sorry,” he said, sincerely, as he squeezed the fluid from the needle’s container into the vampire’s heart.

Jason screamed out hideously. He jumped from McLaughlin about ten feet back and ran in circles, clawing at the needle. Seconds later, his body then went into a series of convulsions. He flapped on the floor of the roof like a fish on the deck of a boat. McLaughlin moved quickly over to Jen and took out another needle from the container and set it up. He injected it in her carotid artery. Her eyes were dilated before he shot her up. She now started twitching and moaning, something horrible. He knew this was something normal and that there was nothing else he could do about it.

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