James Hackett

Edward, his name was Edward.
Backing away from La Femme he remembered his given name. Looking into her eyes he knew what was next for him and having never before faced his own terrifying end thoughts cluttered back and forth across his mind. The lives he took and tortured, the person he was once and now to the end.
As she came closer, Cauchemar’s fear transformed and ignorant defiance stormed within him, was he about to let a woman bring him to his knees without fighting one last time to save the existence he savored for over a hundred years?
Desperate fire raged in his face. Cautious, La Femme slowed her pace and readied herself for what he might do. The only thing more dangerous than an angry predator was a cornered, angry predator. With a twist of his hand an image appeared to the side of him. It was Andrew making notes at his desk, his forehead furrowed in concentration while he focused on the computer screen in front of him.
“No…”
Her whispered denial only fueled the nightmarish ghoul before her; he had one last trick up his proverbial sleeve. Reaching into the image he plucked Andrew from his desk and pulled him from that moment to the one here between La Femme and himself.
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Cauchemar they called him and a nightmare he truly was. His very appearance was dreamlike; seemingly if you looked at him too closely he would float away into nothingness. Barely 5 ft tall and with a slim reed-like frame he was easy to miss in a crowd.

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A mysterious melancholy seeped into the tavern and settled into the bones of the patrons as the door swung open letting in the oddly gaited waif of a being. The unease was palpable.

Everyone shifted and looked on restlessly as even more strangers filtered soundlessly into the formerly pleasant atmosphere.

His presence ensured the attack was over before the people in the tavern even knew it had begun.

The women watched children die as their own blood spilled onto the floor. Men who fought back were disabled and angled to witness a carnage they could do nothing to stop.

At the end of it all, men who were once proud warriors lay broken in mind andbody covered in the blood of their kin.

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