"Shit!!!" Walter cursed out loud.
"How could this happen? Hey, cowboy! What's happening?" Adria asked.
"That's a question I really don't like." One of the pilots answered. His name was Cody. He was the co-pilot for this flight and an old acquittance of Adria's. "It's those weather people trying to f**k us up."
"What do you mean?" Adria asked.
He grumbled a little more about his bad luck before responding to Adria, "Vampires can't go under the sun, it burns them. So we make all our trips to the Hole in the day time. However, when the weather is bad, the journey becomes bad. And this baby is too heavy to go above the rain clouds," He patted the aircraft. "Ever wonder what happens when you drop sugar over an ant hill!?"
"Shit!!!" Adria Cursed.
"Exactly! And we are the sugar mate!" The pilot giggled.
"So you saying we are fucked?" Walter asked!
Cody turned to him, "Of cause not partner! just watch how this cowboy rides this cow! Bring it on SUCKERS!" He yelled.
With Adria's incredible eyesight, he could even see the outline of the vampires in the distance. They were a bit not similar to the ones he had forth at the research facility. Apart from the obvious wings, they looked more like over grown white-hairless-skinned-bats.
Cody was indeed true to his word. He maneuvered the aircraft like he was riding a bull at a circus show. "Buckle up boys!" He could not help but yell. And for a little while, Adria could not but regret having alcohol before the trip.
Cody was obviously not the only skilled pilot. The other pilots also displayed incredible skills as the vampires screamed loudly heading for them.
It was a cat and dog chase in the sky. "Damn it! This fuckers are not giving up!" Walter cursed.
"Don't worry! this baby still gat fire on her." Cody flipped a switch and then grabbing the joystick, He pressed the red button.
*Dadadaa!!!* The muzzles of the aircraft's gun spat its venom at the vampires like water rushing out a broken tap.
"Die mother fuckers! Die!!!" Cody screamed and thrilled in the chaos he was causing in the midst of the enemies. "Hey, Adria! light me a candle."
Adria could understand the cowboy's feelings. He popped a cigar stick in his mouth and ignited the butt. Meanwhile the other pilot concentrated on flying the plane.
Adria could see it. The bullets were actually killing the vampires. He really could not believe that normal bullets actually had an effect on vampires. He asked and then was informed that it was Daranite. Although rare, Daranite could be activated by external means. However the required amount of volts needed for this was tremendous.
And then it happened just like Adria had guessed. The aircraft did not have enough power to sustain the continuous fire power of Daranite. However, the blood demons were very far from stopping their assault.
*Duhn!!!*
"What was that sound?" Walter asked.
"I think I can guess." Adria answered. "It seems we have a bit of extras." Just then, a red light warning went off on the dashboard.
"I don't like that sound! What's going on Cody?"
"F**k! F**k!!" Cody cursed. He turned to Adria and Walter. "We have a bit of a situation boys."
"What is it?"
"Those goddamn chickens are picking our engines like corn seeds on a farm!"
"In English Cowboy!" Adria demanded.
"We bloody hell have one engine down! We only have three left!"
Adria looked outside the window. He could see the vampires tearing at the engine.
"Fuck! Hey Cowboy! can we make it with just three?"
"Yeah! if we are lucky and the bloody things don't get hungry for more."
"Good! Try to take care of the plane and leave the chickens to me." Adria proceeded to leave the cockpit.
"Adria!!!" Cody called to him. "Where the hell are you going man!?"
Adria turned to him and smiled, "Well the butcher can't keep the chickens waiting for the knife right!?"
He left the cockpit and Walter followed after him.
Once they reached where the Darklings were, some of them rushed up to Walter. "Instructor! the plane its under attack! What can we do to help?"
"Help!? Are you greenies crazy? Just sit your asses down and watch the fun!" he answered without even stopping.
"But Instructor! we have trained for a time like this. We can do this!" Nora stated as she stood in front of Walter.
Walter looked at the smug look on her face and laughed. "Nora! I don't think you know how high above sea level we are. Put it this way. If a god falls from this height, he will die. Much less a Darkling." His expression suddenly changed. "So I'll say this and say it once. SIT THE F**K DOWN!"
The Darklings saw he was serious and then they immediately took their seats. This was the advantage of discipline amongst troops.
"Good!" His smile returned, "Now watch as a professional gets things done." he walked over to a lever and was about to pull it.
"But Instructor. Your injury. You can't possibly go out there right?" Holland added.
Walter looked at him like he was seeing a fool. "Who said anything about going out there!?"
"Then If you are not, who is!?"
Walter pulled the lever and the back end of the cargo plane opened up, and then he turned and pointed at Adria that was enjoying the the last parts of his cigar "Him!"
The Darklings looked at Adria with surprise. "Him!?" Holland asked, "Wait! you kidding right? I mean he is just a..." His words were suddenly caught off. Adria had just taken off his overall jacket revealing his Darkling tunic hiding under it. He took his time as he unbuttoned his shirt. He turned and threw the shirt to Holland, "Be a good lad and hold this for me will you?"
Nora, Holland and all the other Darklings stared at Adria speechlessly. Adria might have had the face of a pretty boy, but he had the body of a beast.
He brought out his knife and made long piercing cuts on his arms that made the fresh darklings visibly shriek in disgust. But he could care less. His blood flowed out from the wounds formed and as if on command, wrapped around his fists all the way to his elbows.
"Time to cut meat!" He smiled as he suddenly dived out of the plane and...