Avenging Autumn: Seasons Change Book 1 of 4

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Authors: Derek A Schneider
Tags: Horror, Action, vampire, Werewolf
some
interesting friends. Why do you think we need to back into the
garage?”
    “ I don’t know for sure,” Benny
replied, “but I think we just met an arms dealer.”
    Once the garage door was closed and the hearse
was safely inside, the three Writemans got out and looked at the
stranger, unsure of what to do next.
    “ Don’t be nervous or anything,” the
man said. “Your dad called me and told me you were coming. You must
be Jack,” he shook Jack’s hand and then took Benny’s, “and I take
it your Benny.”
    “ That’s right,” Benny said
quietly.
    The man gave Autumn a confused look, “And you
are?”
    “ Autumn.”
    “ Right, right, Autumn. Name’s James
Palatino, nice to meet you all. Follow me.”
    James led them inside the house, through the
living room and down the hallway toward the bedroom. “That’s a
bitching car by the way.”
    “ Thanks.” Benny and Jack said in
unison.
    “ Your dad found me shortly after he
started dealing with the vampires,” he said, “he told me what was
going on and I agreed to help him. He didn’t want to make a move
against them, but he wanted to be prepared for the likely
pos-sibility that they would turn on him. So we started getting
to-gether every Sunday over on the Indiana University campus to
play chess and talk sports.”
    “ Oh, so you’re his chess buddy,”
Jack mused.
    “ That’s me, only we weren’t really
talking sports. We came up with our own series of code words that,
as far as I know successfully hid our dealing’s. He’d mention
something about Payton Manning’s stats, which would be total
bullshit, and I’d know what he wanted and how many bullets he
wanted to go with it. I don’t think vampires follow sports so if
they were listening they didn’t pick up on anything. As a result
your father is now well prepared for the current
situation.”
    James reached for a string that was dangling
from the ceiling and yanked on it. A set of steps came sliding down
and the four of them climbed up to the attic. Benny, Jack, and
Autumn stood quietly in the dark for a few minutes as James
shuffled away from them. A light switch was hit and the room lit
up, when Benny’s eyes focused his mouth dropped open in pure shock.
What lay out before them was racks and racks of guns of various
makes and models. Hundreds, perhaps even thousands of weapons lined
the walls and filled the middle of the attic, which ran the length
of the entire house.
    “ My Dad ordered all of these?”
Benny asked.
    “ No, actually this is your Dad’s
section here,” he said, pointing to a corner area, “the rest of
this stuff belongs to other clients.”
    “ All you have are silver bullets
here,” Jack observed, “how many other people are out there shooting
vampires?”
    “ You’d be surprised and not just
vampires either. Anyway you can take as much of this stuff as you
want and toss it in your car. Oh, and here, your father wanted you
two to have these; he has one of his own as well.”
    James pulled two straight samurai swords off
of an elegant stand and handed them to Benny and Jack.
    “ How did he know we would be
involved in this?” Benny asked.
    “ Like I said, old Frank wanted to
be prepared for anything, including making sure his family could
defend themselves.”
    Benny pulled the blade out of its sheath and
marveled at its beauty.
    “ Those are made of pure silver and
they’re ready to use, the hilt is wrapped right around the base of
the blade.”
    Benny and Jack began hauling the equipment
back to the car as Autumn and James stood aside quietly.
    Most of the guns were pistols, a lot of 9mm
semi-automatics, some magnums, a couple of 38 revolvers, but there
were a couple of Uzi’s as well as 12 and 20 gauge shot-guns, two
AR-15s and three AK-47‘s. They also found about twenty four small
crates full of silver bullets and one crate loaded with strange
looking hand grenades.
    “ Those are silver shrapnel
grenades,” James offered, “throw one of

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