Wizards vs. Vampires: Part 3 – Wizard Defense Force
Friday, April 29th, 2011
An online serial by Colin Matthew, Art by Terry Blas
Part 3 – Wizard Defense Force
Chase and a handful of other wizards were ushered into a confined room, no larger than they typical high school class room. It was a rented office suite in one of the downtown office buildings. Chairs were positioned facing the front where a white board read “Welcome to Wizard Defense Force”. Chase groaned and took a seat near the back.
“Hey,” whispered the kid sitting next to Chase. “Do you think they’re going to teach of the really powerful spells?”
Chase glared at him. It was much to early in the morning and he hadn’t had his coffee yet. “Probably not,” he mumbled.
The kid looked out the window longingly. “Damn. I wanted to learn the spells that explode heads and shit. You know what I mean?”
Chase did know what he meant but didn’t care. The only reason he showed up was because the first task given to drafted wizards was to track down the other drafted wizards who didn’t report in, thinking they would be exempt if they ran far enough away. He was about to respond to the other draftee with something along the lines of “shut the hell up” when a wizard wearing anti-vampire protection gear walked in and stood in front of everybody.
“I’m glad to see that everybody showed up,” he said. He was tall, dark hair, middle aged with about a months worth of facial. Unlike the american army, any wizard in the Wizard Defense Force was required not to shave in order to maintain the common belief that all wizards have beards. “I’m Sargent Robert Michaels. You have all been drafted here for a very important task. We’re going to train you to be some of the most powerful wizards for the sole purpose of fighting our greatest enemy, vampires.”
The room erupted in mummers. Since when were vampires considered to be a wizard’s greatest enemy? Sure, they were annoying. But in the past they were no more a nuisance than twitter spam or the people who steal Netflix out of your mailbox.
The kid sitting next to Chase asked, “Shit. They gotta teach us powerful spells to fight those bastards.”
Chad glared at him. “You curse a lot.”








