Chapter Nine
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A sting rang sharp through his sense dulled by far too much mead, and he slapped hard on the mosquito; and then stumbled onward through the haze of alcohol and honey. “‘Twas no big deal fer her ta walk away, ya see."
Hiccup.
"And here me thinks misef far too unjust ya - urgh."
With grave effort he pushed himself up to his unsteady feet, and sniffed looking about.
"Eei! 'Tis nightfall. Gatta get misef home afore the cursed bloodsucker rouses from his slumber, aye."
He began forward, his gait unsteady as he meandered through the encroaching darkness.
The air around him ceased and his ear pecked up.
His heart pounded ferociously as his pulse raced.
A low curse left his trembling lips as his wobbly legs struggled to cover quickly the distance between him and his home.
The sound of leaves rustling reached him and he jumped.
"Bleaming ninny would scare two lives outta me, aye."
A twig snapped somewhere behind him and he knew fear for what it was.
At least until he turned around and looked deep into gleaming blood-red eyes and a set of teeth made for m******e.
A lump, the size of two worlds, formed in his throat and he failed to push it down with a loud swallow.
"Jesus, Mary and Holy Joseph." He crossed himself and trembled, half quaking with fear too emblazoned and ripe it was but a luggage far too devastating to bear.
He couldn't even find the voice to scream when the looming ominous cursed creature tore relentlessly at him.
In no time, there was naught but splashes of blood, torn clothes, discarded shoes and a bloodied cloak with a few large bones as he had been a burly sort where he had once stood drunk and scared.
Bv morning the sharp cries that followed the discovery of the gory sight began a new grotesque tune for the day.
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