Clawdeen: A Short Story

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“NOOOO!! NO, NO, NO!!” Another chair flew across the room and fell to the floor. Clawdeen snatched the chair up and set it right side up, glaring at the one who was making the ruckus: her sister, Howleen. “How could you!?” Howleen sobbed, collapsing to the floor. “We were all friends! You can’t do this, you can’t let Flanagan kill him!” Clawd knelt down beside his sister, trying to help her up. “Valentine betrayed us. He ruined our friendship and he needs to be punished!” Howleen suddenly shoved her brother in the chest, snarling, “You’re a mutt! Do you hear me?! A stupid, mangy mutt! You guys can still be friends! I’M still his friend!” “Don’t say that, Howleen!” Clawd snapped. “He raped you!” Howleen stamped her foor, hollering, “SHUT UP!! …show more content…

“Come on, I brought a BB gun!” Howleen sighed, standing up. “Fine. We’ll go save Valentine on our own!” Meanwhile, a rather large crowd of werewolves had gathered around the church backyard as Flanagan began to speak. “Dearest friends! As you know, a member of our congregation, Howleen Wolf, was brutally raped by a bloodsucker. Or, as you might know the term, vampire!” Snarls and barks of rage rose up from the crowd, and Flanagan put out a hand to silence them. “Today, my friends, I have brought this vampire before you all, and we will stone him like the sinner he is!” “Please!” Valentine spoke up suddenly. “Please, I didn’t want to hurt Howleen! I’m sorry!” A rock flew from the crowd and smacked Valentine in the jaw, making him yelp. Another one hit him in the shin, and these were the only two rocks that struck him before the screeching of tires got everybody’s attention. Flanagan looked into the distance in confusion. “Who are they?” Everyone’s questions were soon answered when two large tour buses with the letters “TVC” painted on them pulled up in the church backyard, and several vampires leapt out of the buses and opened fire on the unsuspecting …show more content…

Clawd quickly motioned for the three to go upstairs. “Go!” he said sharply. “Hide in the bell tower! You’ll be safe there.” In an instant, Clawnor, Howleen and Valentine dashed up the stairs. A few moments later, the door burst open and Flanagan stepped in. in one hand, he held a bloodied knife, and in the other he held a clean wooden stake. “Where’s the heathen we were going to stone!?” Flanagan growled, glaring at Clawd. Clawd’s eyes narrowed, and he blocked the stairway and crossed his arms. “You won’t get to him, Flanagan. Now, let it go. I have.” Flanagan got in Clawd’s face, an unfathomable look of rage in his eyes. “Tell me.” “No,” Clawd said simply. “What would Jesus do?” Without warning, Flanagan plunged the knife into Clawd’s stomach and threw him to the ground. Clawd gasped for air, struggling to his hands and knees and watching in panic as Flanagan ran up the stairs. Inside the bell tower, Howleen slammed the door shut, taking a breath. They were safe, but for how long? Clawnor went to the window and looked out at the backyard, remarking, “Whoa! Some of those guys have flame

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