There is an old adage that no matter what form of supernatural beast you encounter once it takes solid form in the Earthly realm it can be killed using mortal means. Some may be harder to kill than others, a vampire succumbs to the traditional staking and Werewolves silver but encounter a demon and you may need to resort to heavy artillery, but kill them you can. This adage was totally unknown to Peter Morgan as he sat slumped against the wall in Victoria Station looking down at his guts spilling out over his new suit.

The day had started out so well for Peter, for a start he still had his guts inside him and his new suit was not gore splattered. He woke on the second bleep of his alarm as usual then proceeded to extract himself from his wife’s embrace and padded naked to the shower. A quick five minute blast banished the night’s sleep from him and he shaved and dressed. By the time he went back into the bedroom to find his shoes Maria was already up and he could hear her moving around in the kitchen below, grabbing his shoes he quickly checked his appearance in the mirror and headed for the stairs.

Peter Morgan was 41, of average build, he’d been struggling since his mid 30’s to stop the onset of the dread middle age spread but it was a losing battle. But at a little over thirteen stone it was a battle he was willing to concede. He still had all his teeth and a fine head of hair and, unlike his closest friend George Mildew, he didn’t need a little blue pill to satisfy his wife. He reached the kitchen and marvelled at Maria, she was ten years younger than him, blonde, blued eyed and Swedish. Her hair reached her arse and her legs went all the way to her neck, at least it seemed like that to Peter. It was probably her physical appearance that was the reason he never needed the aforementioned blue pill, their sex life was vibrant and healthy and thanks to the internet they were never short of playmates. Maria looked up as he entered the kitchen and gave him one of those smiles that made his knees go weak, she placed half a grapefruit and black coffee down on the table for him the sat to finish her cereals.

“Big day babe,” Even though she had been raised in the UK she still had a slight accent, her parents had taught her English and her native tongue side by side. “You all set?”
“Yeah, no big deal Maria it’s the same job just a different view,” He finished his grapefruit and grabbed his coffee. “It’ll just take some getting used to working for who used to be the opposition.” He finished his coffee in three big gulps, something that Maria used to chide him about but had given up not long after they were married. He got up grabbed his briefcase off the breakfast bar and leaned over to kiss her goodbye. “Not sure what time I’ll be home, maybe later than normal first day.”
“Have a good day babe, ring me when you can.”

On the way to the front door Morgan grabbed his overcoat, thought about taking the umbrella but then thought against it, too “city” that was. Their house was in a nice residential area, detached and with plenty of room back and front, Morgan headed down the short drive and turned left towards the main road, he glanced at his watch still plenty of time the train to Victoria was another half hour away.

For Leacks and Peckdalai the face off at Victoria Station was the culmination of months of work. The two had worked together for years, they were considered by most to be the best vampire slayers/demon hunters in the business, they started out in the US but with the ever increasing threat from dark forces growing their work now took them all over the world. They’d come to London four months ago on the trail of a Kleper demon, the Kleper were one of the worst demons you could get. Immensely powerful and brutal, they didn’t limit themselves to tormenting individuals they targeted whole communities sometimes countries. Leacks had picked up information in Paris that a Kleper was in London and so had contacted his partner to meet him there. The Kleper were not discreet so it took them no time at all to track the beast, catching it was another matter.

Kleper were energy beings and so the only way to track them was by following the trail of carnage they left, the bodies began mounting up within days of Peckdalai joining Leacks in London, they both assumed the beast knew of their presence and so was trying to lay down a smoke screen to hinder their hunt for it. The big breakthrough came two days ago when Leacks managed to trap a vampire in Canary Wharf. Before he staked it he found out the Kleper was planning on opening up a portal that would suck half of London into hell, the portal was situated under Victoria Station. Leacks despatched the vampire and quickly arranged to meet Peckdalai, the two decided to stake the station out, try to catch the Kleper as it arrived.

Of course catching the Kleper was not an easy thing, it is pure energy and so can’t be seen until it manifests itself and once it’s done that it’s usually too late. And usually it takes possession of a human host which makes it even harder to identify. The duo spent most of the next day laying out EMF detectors around Victoria Station, the hope was one of them would be set off when the Kleper passed by giving them at least some early warning. As it was when it did arrive and everything kicked off the EMF’s were a waste of time cos the Kleper manifested right above the main concourse killing several hundred people as it did.

Peter Morgan’s train was on time, which was a miracle in itself seeing the amount of strikes there had been lately and the technical failures all along the south coast line. Morgan managed to get a seat which was good; usually he stood the 30 minute journey into Victoria. The train rolled in on time at 8.35 and Morgan stepped out just as a loud tear reverberated around the concourse and overhead a black ominous cloud appeared striking energy bolts down into the assembled commuters. Morgan cowered as all around him people were torn apart by the energy ripples coming from the black cloud. There was screaming and horror all around and then he noticed two men standing near the entrance to the concourse, instead of running terrified like everyone else they were looking straight at the cloud and walking towards it, Morgan noticed the taller of the two had a book and he was reading aloud.
“Klepas dok’l jan figu makytous rad mally ka” Peckdalai kept his voice steady and his tone firm, all around him people were running and dying, to his left he saw Leacks draw his gun but that was little use at this stage but then he knew Leacks felt more confident with his gun in his hand. “Klepas dok’l jan figu makytous rad mally ka.” Once more should do it, Peckdalai looked up and saw the cloud was beginning to boil and solidify, colours were streaking its black surface. “Klepas dok’l jan........” a bolt shot out from the cloud but fell short of hitting Peckdalai, it hit the ground showering him with debris and knocking him to the floor.

Leacks looked over at his partner and returned his confirming nod, he was unhurt. Above them the Kleper was getting lower its surface a mix of bright colours, Peckdalai’s incantation was having its effect but too slowly already there were scores dead and if they didn’t stop this now the death toll could escalate. Leacks saw a man cowering by a train that had just pulled in; he didn’t hesitate and shouted over to his partner. “Pecky, lock and load” he pointed in the direction of the cowering man, the man was Peter Morgan.

Morgan looked up and saw the tall man grab his book where it fell and leaf through the pages, he looked over at the other the one who had pointed and shouted something. He wasn’t sure why but he was suddenly very afraid, more afraid of the two men than the thing that was hovering over the concourse, he looked left and right and made a dash for the entrance at the opposite end to the two men, behind him he heard the tall man chanting again.

Peckdalai found his place and began to chant, above him the Kleper let out a scream and turned from a black cloud to blood red, it began to move and as it did so did Leacks, he’d discarded his gun and draw a vicious looking blade from his coat, both he and the Kleper were moving toward the fleeing man down the concourse. Ahead Morgan tried in vain to reach the exit but as he did he felt something grab him and pull him back throwing him to the floor. He rolled screaming as the blood red cloud enveloped him, then it was in his mouth, up his nose he could feel it entering his rectum as well and he screamed. Then the cloud cleared but he knew it was now inside him, he sat up and staggered to his feet leaning against the wall, he looked up and saw the man who had pointed at him charging towards him, he had a short sword in his hand.

Leacks saw the Kleper possess Morgan, Peckdalai’s incantation had sealed it inside a human body, without hesitation Leacks swung the blade and gutted the man were he stood. Morgan cried out but it was no human sound that came out, the Kleper knew it was doomed and would die at the hands of this man, Leacks swung the blade again and Morgan slumped down his back to the wall, he looked down as his guts spilled out, he looked up at Leacks standing over him then the blade came down a final time severing his head.

EPILOGUE
“Today’s main story again, terrorists struck at the heart of London today killing 120 and wounding 70. A lone terrorist is believed responsible for the terror attack at Victoria Station this morning. A bomb was detonated at 8.35 killing over 100 this was followed by a chemical attack that resulted in the remaining causalities. Police have identified the terrorist as Peter Morgan, 41, from London. His motives were unclear but Police are still questioning his wife.”

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