Dracula Hearts of Fire Book two of Dracula Hearts

THE CROWDS GAVE THEIR TICKETS as they entered the stadium to watch some baseball. There was excitement in the air; the grownups felt like kids. Yankee Stadium was something else when seen for the first time; definitely not like seeing it on television. So big and beautiful that the memory would remain forever stored in the mind’s most special place.

Its hugeness was the first thing one noticed, and most thought it was well worth the billion and a half it had cost to build. The field was so green and majestic, and for many, it was awe-inspiring. It was a place to lift one’s spirits, making people happy to be alive. The scents and the sights were overwhelming; the smell of fresh bagels, beer, hotdogs, and tubs of popcorn. The atmosphere lifted one’s spirit.

The Indiana limestone facade at gate 4 resembled the outside of the Yankee Stadium in 1923.

The Yankees were going to battle the Mets. The crowd was excited, and the kids were thrilled, but with 45,121 people in attendance, the place was ripe for vampires. They always announced the number of vampire sheriffs to the crowd’s cheers, always exaggerating the numbers. They said there were over forty red sheriffs in attendance, but there were only two. There simply weren’t enough sheriffs’ to go around.

It appeared to be a standard game, an average day until the attack started twenty minutes after the first pitch, and it was timed so that all the vampires attacked simultaneously. Sharpton had sent fifty vampires and told them to kill as many humans as possible. Horrible screams went out; people were trampled to death as they tried to escape. People had their throats torn out. Police officers were killed as they approached, with their uniforms quickly targeted. Players ran for their lives and fled as the mayhem was concentrated in the crowd. The object was to kill as many humans as possible. Thousands panicked and shook with fear. A nightmare come to life.

The only people that were spared were the kids. Seniors and women were killed along with everyone else. The crowd was a moving entity of terror, writhing with fright, and the wind caught the scent of blood and vomit and sent it everywhere. In particular areas, small mountains of people were forming as they tried to run to save their lives, but so many crunching together that they created obstacles to their own exit.

It took almost an hour to get enough sheriffs’ to kill the vampires. In the end, there were over 7000 people dead, with five being sheriffs, and so many people traumatized that they would have to send many to other states for treatment. It was a day that would go down in infamy, a day they would never get back.

Sharpton knew that few cared about killing a hundred vampires, but killing a hundred humans was a tragedy. Even if he couldn’t get them to give up New York City, kill enough human beings, and they would flee the city anyway. In time the people would be gone, and the biters would take over. Either way, New York City was doomed.

The state of the world had taken another step toward anarchy.