O 'Jones': A Narrative Fiction

it. In his argument with jones he had paid no attention to the white scenery around him that was slowly filling up with black profiles. Over a hundred of them had surrounded Underhill, his children and jones. They all possessed hungry eyes, eyes of vampires.
Jones grinned, and as he did the figures came closer, watching as Underhill spun around to take in the view. “You didn’t think I spent all that time watching your house because I wanted proof?” he scoffed, “No. I spent my time seeking contact with Victoria’s minions, who are before you now. They have agreed to take you on, to seek revenge for their lady, as I will avenge my son.”
“If you know what’s good for you Jones. You’ll turn around and take this army with you.” Underhill warned. …show more content…
Gnashing his teeth and wriggling.
“Clement do make yourself useful and come here.” Jones said as only one vampire was required to drag his body up from the snow and place him a few feet in front of Underhill.
“Now. In the time I snooped about your house I learned more than I ever could have hoped. First, let us test a little thing I learned from your son!” he cried out in glee and took out a single clove of garlic from his coat pocket.
The stench made the other vampires mumble and complain, Underhill, only moved more.
“Don’t hurt him!”
“Clement its fine. I can take –“his sentence was cut off with a piercing scream.
Jones pressed the garlic to Underhill’s face and smeared it over his eyes and mouth, listening to him cry out in pain. His skin bubbled and blistered, rendering him blind for a few moments and unable to speak. He panted as Clement was shouting in agony, watching them torture his