Member No.: 11
Joined: 13-June 05
I love vampires. Call it my little obsession. This is a one-shot tale taken from my own morbid fascination with them Hope you like it! ~Sept (rated just to be safe. Probably more like pg)
[SIZE=1][SIZE=7]I don’t always go out alone at night. I’ve heard the stories about young girls being raped and killed and left for dead and of course the sounds of the country and the dark woods can start to toy ‘round with your mind. That night was different. The air felt so brisk and clean and the stars were so bright. I knew I had to go out for a little bit.
I was going to put on a sweater, but then again thought, I’m young and I won’t die from a little bit of cold air. So I just slipped on my favorite shoes in the world-Birkenstocks- and hurried outside. I ran down the driveway and up the road as fast I as I could, eager to get out of view from my house so that I could really be alone.
I did not feel the prickly hairs on the back of my neck-not at first, anyways. My arms were open, beckoning the solitude to me. I’m a girl who needs her time alone, time to think, time to heal. Everything was in its natural order. The moon was shining; natural flashlight. The nocturnal animals of the night were in their wooded habitat, hunting on little unfortunate prey. Most of them wouldn’t hurt me. I knew I probably shouldn’t venture into the woods just beyond my neighbor’s horse pasture. But then again, he was probably asleep, so I wouldn’t be caught. It would be cool to see the woods at this hour of the night.
So I ducked under the rusty barbed wire fence and crossed the pasture to the woods. My neighbor has a tire swing tied to a big tree just behind the horse’s barn. Often I would sneak into the pasture and just swing on it, back and forth. As if in the beginning of a horror movie, the old rope would make noise as it scraped against the tree bark. The wind would blow softly against me, and ruffle the dead leaves on the ground. Beyond the tire swing there was a thick mass of woods and somewhere in it’s midst an old training area the horse’s owner used back when they were show horses and actually groomed and taken care of.
The training area was simple enough. Just a fenced circle cut into the trees. Here I sat on the ground and breathed in the cold country air. My heart, I remember, was pounding as I realized what a daredevil I was being. What if a bear came after me? What if I tripped and fell and hit my head on a rock and bled to death before the morning and nobody would know where to look for me?
I started to feel chill bumps going up my arms and I looked around me, now uneasily. Don’t be scared, I thought. Quit being a nanny. And I settled back down, once again feeling good to be alone. You know if a vampire were to flying around feeding at this time you would make an easy target. Don’t be silly. Vampires aren’t real. Yeah, but what if they were? I mean there’s nothing wrong with pretending like they’re real.
I closed my eyes and laid my head in my knees. I couldn’t see the dark woods around me, and that made me start to shiver, but I pushed scary thoughts away and started my daydream. I first heard the crunch of the leaves and, startled, looked up, like a scarred rabbit, jerking its head up at the sound of approaching predator. There was nothing there. Don’t start again; there isn’t anything that can hurt you. Just enjoy the night. Feels so good. Everyone always says the night is evil. It’s no different from the day, except most of us are asleep and the sun’s gone down. So you can’t see. God made the night. Why would he have made the night if it were evil? It’s perfectly good, perfectly balanced.
There it was again. That same crunch. And then the feeling of someone watching me. This time I looked up and my heart nearly stopped when I saw the shadow in the shape of a man standing beside a tree, about ten or fifteen feet away from me. It just stood there. I squinted my eyes, trying to see if it were just an illusion. Then the shadow figure stepped forwards out of the woods and began a slow step towards me.
A cape billowed behind the figure as it walked and he was dressed in a long white sleeve shirt, I could see, and dark pants. His hair was dark and curly and fell to his shoulders. He was looking at me, I knew, because his eyes glowed in the darkness. And you said vampires weren’t real. Something told me not to run, though my feet kept jerking on me. This was a vampire. I knew that vampires could fly and that they could fly very, very fast. I didn’t want to piss him off.
I sat there on the ground with him standing over me, staring at me, while I shook, with my arms squeezing my legs, trying to decide what to do. Finally, I said, “A-are you going to kill me?”
The vampire seemed surprised to hear me speak, because he cocked his head slightly to the right and was silent for a moment. When he spoke his voice was rich, deep, and somehow comforting to hear. “Are you not afraid?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but then closed it. I didn’t want to sound pathetic and I didn’t want to sound braver than I was. Just answer the question,” Yes.”
The vampire stared at me for a moment, and then slowly squatted down before me. “What is your name?”
“Serenity,” the vampire repeated. “A lovely name,” He looked me up and down briefly and said, “So are you. Alas, my dear, I haven’t fed once this night. I am very hungry.”
I felt myself recoil when he said this, gripping my knees tighter. My throat suddenly felt dry and constricted. What could I say that? Please, please don’t kill me mister vampire sir! I don’t want to die? Like something out of a b-rated horror movie?
The truth was, I didn’t want to die. I had always fantasized what it might be like to be bitten by a vampire. When I had watched old vampire movies I had replaced the distressed young maiden with myself, picturing what Dracula might say to me, if I was his prey. Now that an actual vampire was here before me, and I realized that he probably wouldn’t let me go, and that I was actually going to die, I started to panic. I shouldn’t have left the house. If only I wouldn’t have left the house, or at least not come into the woods. Now I’m going to die. It’s over. It’s really over. I’m never going to see my family again. I’m…
I realized tears were beginning to sting my eyes and I quickly blinked them away, pretending the vampire hadn’t seen them. I could try to run, but he would most likely catch me. I could beg for my life or I could offer him my neck. Which of the two would it be, since running wasn’t an option?
“I, um, don’t want to die,” I said rather awkwardly. “Let me go?”
The vampire brought his thumb up to my cheek and gently caressed it for what seemed an eternity, me sitting there with him just staring at me. At length, he brought his other hand to my face and held my head gently with both hands.
“As I said before, child, I haven’t fed yet. I’m sorry,”
I fought the urge to wrestle out of his grip and bit my lip as tears threatened again to escape. This wasn’t happening! I started thinking about not seeing my parents again and the reality of my situation, though, and the tears tumbled down my cheeks, and soon I was struggling to catch my breath knowing that the vampire must be thinking I was terrible. I managed to get my sobbing back under control and gazed back at the vampire. He was staring at me softly. With his thumbs he wiped away my tears.
“There, there, my dear, it’s all right. I promise this will be very quick, nearly painless.”
I looked away from him, still breathing raggedly. It’s no use, I thought. Just give in and accept your fate. I looked back at the vampire, “Will, um…will you be gentle w-with me?” I asked, my voice a whisper.
The vampire smiled slightly, released my head, and stood up. He reached his hand out to me. “Stand up, Serenity,” His voice enchanted me. I gave him my hand and he pulled me carefully to my feet. We stood, hand in hand, beneath the stars for several minutes, just staring at one another, our breath like fog on the wind.
He stepped closer to me and I bent my neck for him and pulled the hair away from the skin. His hand glided up my back and rested there supportively. My body tensed as he lowered his mouth to my neck. A whimper escaped me and I closed my eyes tightly and waited for him to bite me. Instead, he kissed my neck, softly at first, but then more insistently. His tongue massaged and soothed the skin over my jugular. I sighed contentedly.
His lips broke away shortly and found their way to my own lips, which he kissed,
only once, respectfully. Then he just stared at me with those glowing eyes. “Relax, Serenity,” He said huskily. And then he lowered his mouth back to my neck. He kissed it once more and then sank his teeth into it. I gasped sharply at the pain and grabbed onto his arm. He tightened his arm around me comfortingly and started to suck. Almost instantly the pain left me and I let my head fall back into his other hand. His sucking grew stronger as the blood left my veins, and I felt myself fall into blissful oblivion. And then I lifted my head up and rubbed my eyes sleepily. The woods had grown even darker. I smiled, remembering my daydream. I stood up, better get back home, Serenity. You’re parents won’t be too pleased with you.
I started back through the woods, trying to pay no attention to the morbid thoughts of fear that were sneaking into my brain. You’re all alone Serenity…
I heard a crunch and froze, my senses picked up. I licked my lips quickly and started to walk faster. It was probably nothing but a squirrel. I shook off my fears. Then I heard another crunch and stopped again, this time turning around.
O my God! I thought. I started to turn on my heel to run but the figure from the shadows lunged at me, so fast all I could see was sort of a trail behind it. I felt a sharp burst of pain in my neck and then the creature was sucking the blood from my veins. No warning, no words of comfort. I couldn’t see very well. My head fell back into the vampire’s hand. And then it dropped me to the ground, the impact knocked the wind out of me and I struggled to breath, gasping painfully. The creature stood there for a moment, reveling in the high it had gotten from my blood, and then it brought its foot down onto my head, snapping it to the side. Everything went dark…
A review would be much appreciated, Even if it totally sucks, dont be scared to say so. I like honesty;) Sept