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"A caution or a warning," An old guy playing poker behind me said. "Don't fall asleep tonight, young man."
I turned around, and looked at him. "Why?" I asked simply.
"Those who sleep will never wake up, such is the curse of the town."
"You got any proof about it?"
"It's just a kind advice, you can either take it or leave it."
I look around, all the red eyes staring at me, some of them breathing hard with their chests. "Is that the reason why nobody is sleeping tonight?" I asked. "Have you guys done an autopsy or something on those who have died?"
Someone behind me scoffed, it was the clerk, with my plate of soggy eggs. "I'm sure you city folks think that this is just a little superstition game that we small town hicks play," He said as he set the plate in front of me, a fork and a knife on the side. "But don't say that we didn't warn you about it, we've already buried enough of our own before we learned this lesson."
"Is this an epidemic or something?" I asked as I poked at my eggs. "Have you got doctors checking them at all?"
"Everybody who have entered this town have died." The poker guy behind me talked again. "Nobody have listened to our warnings. They have all laughed at it just like you did."
"I haven't laughed at anything yet." The eggs tasted really plain, with no salt or condiments of any kind. "Nobody can stay awake forever."
"Exactly," the poker guy spoke with his gruff voice. "We wait for the first one to fall asleep, before we all sleep again."
"What you mean?" I slip some more egg into my mouth.
"They only take a life per night," the poker guy continued. "So once someone sleeps, we can all sleep afterwards without fear of dying."
Eating my eggs, the hall was so quiet that I could hear my own chewing. "So I'm thinking that you're all hoping that I'll just laugh off your ghost story and sleep first, huh?" I talked with my mouth full, such a bad manner, even for a medieval grunt like me.
"It would help us sleep better at night." The clerk said with a whiny voice.
Too bad immortals can't sleep, or I would have helped the town get some nice dreams that night.

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Reading the case files that Lucifer gave me, the first Chosen was picked out about two thousand years ago, a few years after the death and rise of Jesus Christ, God's supposedly only son. The Chosen, being the only one at the time, accomplished his goal of half a million Mistakes in a thousand years, and by then, Chosens were starting to risse in numbers, and more and more Mistakes were converted by Lucifer to work for God.
For his wish, he became a normal human, and that's what he did. He travelled a while before he found a town that he liked, and in it, a girl he fell in love with. Being the farmer's only daughter, the first Chosen inherited all the land when he married her. They were both very much in love, and as we all know, happiness does not last forever.
The girl died of pneumonia one day, and the Chosen cried. Hating God for not helping him out for all the things that he did for Him. Hating God for taking away everything that he considered happiness. Hating God for all the things He didn't do.
But he still had his senses to pick out Mistakes, he still could see their auras with his eyes. With that in mind, he set out to find a way to resurrect his love, even if he had to sacrifice his reward and become a Mistake once again.
In a little village, fifty miles south of his own, he found a coven of vampires, Mistakes, and in a moment of sadness, joined himself into one. That was the last thing recorded in his files, and even Lucifer himself wondered if the wife was resurrected or not through vampirism.
And as soon as I finish reading that, I felt something stop my muscles from functioning, my eyes from focusing well.
Even my breathing was starting to shorten themselves.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw my room door open, and the faces I've seen on the inn peek in, watching me. "Is he sleeping yet? Is he sleeping?" Were the murmurs that I could catch in my ears.
The inn clerk stepped forward and looked at me in the eyes, his eyes still red in the dim light of the moon. "Sorry, stranger, but we had to do it, as you know, nobody can stay awake forever."
With words like those, you could easily tell what is happening to me. "Just sleep, and God will take you in his arms." The clerk said, as his hands moved over to close my eyelids. "May you have a quick and painless death."
The eggs must have been poisoned, and me the great Chosen hunter who didn't even pick that out till too late. Sorry's were murmured by the rest of the people out there, murmurs that I can still hear.
If I could speak, I would have told them that immortals can't sleep, no matter what you do to us, we'll still be conscious in the end. If I could speak, I would have told them sorry, for one of them was gonna die tonight because of my insomnia.

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When I could move, the first thing I felt was the presence of Mistakes, lots and lots of Mistakes. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel some of them creeping towards me, their cold breath filling the room.
I almost laughed at this, this is way better than air conditioning.
And when I felt it against my skin, freezing up my nerves in my skin, that's when I opened my eyes along with my triggers.
Shotguns don't do the job in the cleanest way possible, but I doubt the inn will charge me for cleaning after I get rid of their sleeping problems.
And before the Mistake could put her fangs on my skin, I shove the barrel of my shotgun down his throat, and pull the trigger.
BAM!
And before the others know what has happened yet, I pull out my other gun and shoot in their direction.
BAM! BAM!
It's a shotgun, so you don't really have to aim that well. The spread makes the job easy, and those who aren't dead are usually too wounded to avoid the second shots from my guns.
You could hear the exclamations from the other Mistakes outside, the only thing you have to wonder about is whether they're scared or pissed. If they're pissed, I might have to sweat a little before they're gone.
I wonder if Lucifer pays overtime. He should, even if time means nothing when you're an immortal.
Tossing the blanket towards the room's only entrance, I blind the first Mistake that's trying to figure out what's going on.
BAM!
I gotta reload before the bullets run out.
And as I think about that, the roof breaks and falls, along with two or three Mistakes, not too happy about seeing the corpses of their friends or relatives.
Even from this close, with them just a few inches from my face, I can't tell what they really are. They're all too dark skinned to be vampires, too active to be undeads, and too fast to be immortals.
Oh, yeah, their voices are also too rough to be sirens or mermans.
Not that it matters, in the end, everything goes boom.
BAM!
One of them gets on my back, his fangs digging painfully into my back.
Before he can do anything, I flip snap my shotgun open and the leftover shells, still hot from the recent shots, jump out of it and hits the Mistake on the face. That sudden pain is enough for him to dislodge his fangs off my back, to rub with his hands over the burning on his face.
That's the beauty with guns, you just need a second to execute it into anywhere.
BAM!
Whether it's the Mistake's head behind you, or the crazy ones in front of you.
BAM!
As long as you learn how to dodge them while reloading, you can work wonders, miracles. Everything slows down so much when you've done it for an eternity, every move seems so easy to read.
BAM!
Maybe this is how God sees everything, just do it long enough, and you're an entity in that movement.
BAM!
But then again, God did create us, so that gives him the upper hand about the things and moves we do.
BAM!
And just like that, with a few thoughts in your mind, the entire group of Mistakes are gone, splattered around the room, nice little pieces of modern art.
Looking towards the other room, an aura of Mistakes is still felt, and I still haven't seen the first Chosen around anywhere.
Nothing is ever as easy as it looks.

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