As the night got darker, a young and scarred swordsman looked upon the fire thinking about the old days, days of peace, days of happiness, and light. He lighted a cigarette he was carrying in his ear and enjoyed the taste of nicotine and toxic chemicals that only a Marlboro red could have.
"Oh yeah! The taste of civilization and death", he said to himself with a smile.
Out of the tent came out a beautiful young woman with a smile, putting on a large heavy jacket because the night was cold and dry.
"You have another one?", she asked.
"Sorry babe, last one", he said.
"Well, share", she said.
She sat down next to him and he gave her the cigarette. She tasted it and remembered something. It was something from the past that belonged to both of them. It was something that just remembering, made her cry a bit.
"Hey, hey! What's wrong, babe?", he asked while cleaning the tears on her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, it's just... by some reason I remembered the first song you sent me when we started dating", she explained.
"The first...?", and as he was saying those words, he remembered the sound of the electric guitars, the fuzzy bass burning like paper on a cigarette, the heavy drums crashing like a moshpit, and the wild lyrics coming out of Paul Westerberg's distorted vocal cords. It was magical, but like really magical. It was something that made his heart feel heavy and his eyes feel watery.
He looked into her eyes and smiled while a single teardrop fell from his right eye. "You know you're still my favorite thing. Don't you, Myr?", he said. Their kiss was sweet, long, and eternal. For a moment they went back to their time in college when he was a wannabe rockstar in an underground punk band, and she was an art student with lots of dreams.
They felt like the day they took a bus to her house and ended up drinking a bottle of rum next to a fancy cafeteria. It was the day of their first kiss. The taste of their lips mixed with nicotine and rum made them think it was a momentary paradise. However, they got married and, even during the apocalypse, they were still together.
"I love you", he told her.
"I know", she answered.
Suddenly, they heard the boy moaning inside the tent, and their traveling through memory lane came to an end. She went back inside and saw the little kid with long black hair and purple eyes, sitting on his sleeping back, covering his eyes and speaking in that strange tongue she still could hardly understand.
"What is it Chris, are they coming?", she asked.
The boy nodded while looking at her with his shiny eyes wide open. He was shaking and his skin was starting to glow a little in that light blue tone. She hugged him and kissed him on the head.
"Calm down. Ok? Calm down. We will protect you, I swear", she promised.
She came outside the tent accompanied by the kid and started to load the shotgun, so he stood up, took out his sword, and got ready for whatever was coming at them.
For a moment they waited there, listening to the sounds of the night and the wood cracking as the fire burned, together as they could be, protected by the light and their love. And suddenly, the night became completely silent.
"There you are", he said as the strange figures came walking from the dark.
From the distance, they looked like humans, but their movements were heavier and their postures were painfully wrong. It seemed as if their bodies were numb. However, when they got close you could see their true form, slowly revealed by the fire.
Their bodies had the texture and the color of death, their eyes were white, and their mouths were full of sharpened fangs. They were humanoid, but their features were beastlike. They were naked and their bodies were muscular. They had enormous feet covered with heavy layers of hair, and they were short as middle school children.
"Give us the child humans, or we'll tear you apart", said one of them with a voice that came from deep down in the earth.
"Yeah fuck off second-hand hobbit! Go back to the hole you came from!", she said. The monsters waited for a moment for the swordsman to say something.
"You heard the lady, gentlemen! Go away!", he finally said.
The monsters started to growl and attacked the couple with all the power of their claws and fangs. The swordsman swung his weapon with such force that he cut there of them in half. The woman shoots two of the monsters that were coming by her side, keeping the boy next to her, protected behind her back. They fought as best as they could with the hoard, but they were too many to take down on their own.
"Myr, take the car and leave with Chris!", shouted the man while taking a bite in the arm.
"There's no way I'll leave you alone with these bastards!", she answered while shooting the creature that was attacking her husband, right in the face.
"It's not the time for this, Myr! Go Now or they'll take him!", he said.
She looked at the boy, shaking of fear behind her back, and understood that he was saying it as it was. She reloaded the shotgun, took the boy by the hand, and scaped with him through the darkness of the night.
Seeing them leave, the monsters got ready for the pursuit, but the scarred swordsman didn't let them. He swung his sword with such brutality that the blood of the monsters he cut split open, rained over those who were around them.
"As an old man said once, you shall not pass", he said with a bloodied smile.
As the fight continued, the man killed so many of them that the ground around them became red with blood and started to stink of guts and raw flesh. But the man was also taking hits, with bites in his arms and legs, and cuts on his face and chest. However, he kept fighting, painted in red by his own blood and that of his enemies, just as in the gory movies he used to watch when he was younger.
One by one the monsters fell to the ground, their limbs scattered through the field as the night became even darker and the fire even brighter. But the man was losing so much blood that suddenly he felt dizzy and confused. He felt the weight of the sword pushing his bleeding arms to the ground. Breathing was difficult and his vision began to blur. And then some monster fell into the fire and destroyed it completely.
Now there was only darkness and the sound of crushing bones and ripped skin.
"Is this it?", he thought to himself, while picturing Myr's beautiful face looking at him with eyes full of love and joy. Her curly red hair looked like a river made about of autumn, hanging over the black t-shirt of The Misfits that she bought while in New York. She was painting something with deep red acrylic, something that he wasn't supposed to see. From when was this memory from? She looked so happy. To die now would be ok.
No, it couldn't be!
The swordsman's will was so strong that suddenly he felt like if he was some kind of demon himself. With every blow of his sword flew the heads and limbs of the monsters.
The creatures looked at themselves feeling confused. Was this man a human or was he something else? Some of them kept fighting but some of them stayed away. One of them understood that they were going to die and started to run away from the fight. And just as the monster was trying to escape, roaring came his family in a Chevrolet Silverado and crushed the creature in their way.
"Hang on, daddy!", cried the boy from the passenger seat, and just by listening to his voice, he felt closer to heaven again.
As the car skid through the bloodied ground and stopped right next to the swordsman, the monsters made a circle around it and growled. Jim jumped on the bed of the truck, and Myr pushed the accelerator as deep as she could.
"Hang on, babe!", she cried, while the car passed over the dead bodies and the soon-to-be-dead monsters that attacked the car.
One of them jumped in the bed and smiled at the swordsman. Jim smiled back and, just as the monster jumped over him and took a bite off his neck, the man stabbed the creature's skull killing it right away.
They scaped the horde and drove fast as a bullet into the darkness of the night. The car was shaking and she missed the smoothness of the pavement from the streets of the past.
"Are you ok, babe?", she asked. But there was no answer from the man outside.
The boy looked back and saw his father and the creature's bodies moving like lifeless dolls in the bed of the car.
"Mom, I don't think daddy is alright!", said the boy with tears falling from his eyes.
"Shit!! SHIT!! SHIIIT!!!", she screamed, driving as fast as she could, hoping to find someplace safe to stop and take care of her husband.
The children of the night have lived in the shadow of our world for too long. Weakened by the light and thrown into an abyss of oblivion, they haven't lost hope in the ancient legends of the fairy tribe:
"The middle ages will come back, and our MESSIAH will free us from the chains of the rule of men. We shall become gods once again"
When a child with eyes of magic is born in the sacred hour of the prophecy, all of the forces in the backstage of reality will look upon him, for the world will change completely, once more.