Solemn Sentinels, Stealthy Succubus

The church is airy, the stained glass brilliant with afternoon sunlight and pew after pew of stoic patrons bask in the pulpit's gentle message. A loud pop, and the great wooden doors split in two, crazed sentinels at attention behind the shattered entrance. In they march, two by two, bayonets pointed into horrified faces, confusion etched in every line of their expression.
At the colonel's command, the soldiers give a cry and release the death they hold in their hands. Screams and dissipation ensue as under the wooden pews roll tubes of lethal gas. The guards wear masks, solemnly taking the death toll as one by one the innocent fall into everlasting silence. There is one, however, who does not pass into the afterlife, instead morphing into the most dangerous of all succubi, one who preys on the souls of children to gain strength enough to kill men. She is old, frail, thought to be dead, and so the soldiers leave her there among the lifeless bodies.
There is a river nearby, and in it swim saltwater fish. The newly-turned demon lives by the waters, hoping for passersby, waiting for a child to wander into her trap. Clint Eastwood learns of the danger near the river, however, and stands guard night and day. He is tormented by the loss of one child in his past and he refuses to lose another as he eats his lunch in the wigwam he has fashioned as his stakeout.
Then it is night and the bright fire of a family glitters in the midnight chill. There is a little girl, wise beyond her years, who meets the succubus by the water's edge. She refuses to be led into the warm hut, instead returning hastily to her mother's side, spilling the story to Clint Eastwood as he makes his nightly river rounds.
"She wore the clothes of a child, despite her many years," she says quietly. "She cannot be who she claims."
He thanks the girl and strides with determination to the dank hole where the old woman lives, eager to finally end it forever. But he comes upon her too late - she holds an innocent in her steely, gnarled grasp as Clint Eastwood nears the murky water.
"No!!" he cries feverishly.
Nothing can be done. Bony fingers grip the neck of the child, eyes bulging, face reddening then fading to blue as slowly, slowly the spirit steals the lifebreath of the small victim.
Clint Eastwood knows she is too strong.
She has won.

And then I woke up.