Behind the cannon stood one hundred men armed with muskets. We had been summoned by the parish priest of Danby-Mask in order to destroy a beast that had been inflicting damage upon dwelling houses, and injury and death upon the villagers. Wisely, I had the foresight to bring a young wench from Whitby Gaol in order to bait my trap. Although the wench protested with most pitiful screams, I had her bound to a tree close by the river. More comely and voluptuous bait I have yet to see! My men laughed and readied themselves for a night of sport, for none had ever targeted their artillery cannon at a monster before. Although I candidly admit that we doubted such a creature’s existence. The local peasants are such a foolish rabble. I dare say they believe in witches riding broomsticks as well as a dragon that dwells in the valley Yet perhaps we were the foolish ones to scorn the notion of creatures born of black magic. For at midnight the river waters gave a formidable heave. The blackness yielded to a glistening of white foam.
What do You think about Her Vampyrrhic Heart (2013)?
