Although my wishes are belated, I do hope the small amount of people who actually read this blog had a happy and safe New Year. It’s been a few months since there was fiction here, so I figured I’d give you guys a vampire story. Why a vampire story, you ask? Because it’s never a bad time for a vampire story! This one is an old short story that I wrote many years ago and lost. I have only just rewritten it. Remembering the old one, in comparison to this new version, it is a really good insight into how much I have developed and changed as a writer in the five or so years since this story was first written. I may do a larger blog post about this at some point, but you’ll probably have to wait until next month for that. In any case, I hope you enjoy my recycled vampire story.
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Girlluvzbats96: Hey 🙂
CreatureoftheNight: You haven’t been online much lately… Is everything alright?
Girlluvzbats96: Yeah, everything’s cool. School’s getting me down a bit, but after exams it’ll all be over.
CreatureoftheNight: I see. So, what have you been getting up to, outside of school?
Girlluvzbats96: I just finished reading Twilight again.
CreatureoftheNight: How many times have you read it now?
Girlluvzbats96: 4 or 5. I’ve lost count lol
CreatureoftheNight: I might have to read it sometime.
Girlluvzbats96: lol You always say that XD
CreatureoftheNight: And maybe one day I will… What are you wearing?
Girlluvzbats96: I’m wearing that dress you sent me, the red one with the lace on the collar and around the bottom. I’m going to sleep in it tonight and pretend you’re lying beside me.
CreatureoftheNight: And what else?
Girlluvzbats96: Nothing else. But I have on that new red lipstick I told you about and my hair is up in a messy bun.
CreatureoftheNight: Sounds absolutely delectable.
Girlluvzbats96: Hey, Jonathan… I have something to tell you…
Girlluvzbats96: I kinda told my mother about you. Please don’t be mad.
Girlluvzbats96: Well, we were just talking over coffee, you know and then I kinda just said that I was talking to this guy online and that he was really nice and we had a lot of stuff in common.
Girlluvzbats96: And that’s it. She said that it was good that I was making friends and to be safe if we ever met in person.
CreatureoftheNight: Did you tell her about the meetings?
Girlluvzbats96: NO! I would never! You told me not to.
CreatureoftheNight: I also told you not to tell anyone about these conversations. You disappoint me, Emma.
Girlluvzbats96: I know, I’m sorry. I won’t tell anyone ever again. Promise.
CreatureoftheNight: As it is, I know don’t know if I can trust you. You make me doubt you, Emma. You make me doubt if you are worthy to be one of us.
Girlluvzbats96: PLEASE!!! I’m so so so sorry, Jonathan! It will never happen again! I am worthy! Please, please give me another chance!!
Girlluvzbats96: Please don’t leave me, Jonathan. I love you.
CreatureoftheNight: Alright. One more chance. Meet next week, when the moon is full at the usual place. I will be waiting.
Girlluvzbats96: Thank you, soooo much! I’ll be good. I’ll show you that I’m worthy! I’ll prove that I have what it takes to be a real vampire too!
CreatureoftheNight: See that you do. You had better go to bed now. I want you well rested when next we meet.
Girlluvzbats96: 😉 Ok. See you soon. Night!
CreatureoftheNight: Goodnight, my love. Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Girlluvzbats96: lol what?
CreatureoftheNight: Never mind. Sleep well.
Girlluvzbats96: K. Goodnight.
It was the full moon. Emma snuck out of her house with practised ease. The air rippled her skin into goosebumps and set her hair on end. Dew soaked the cuffs of her jeans, even as it shone under the glaring moon, creating another world within her ordinary backyard. A better world. A darker world.
Beyond the mirror still birdbath, past the garden gnomes and carved swans with dead eyes, under the thin wire fence, lay the forest.
Within the trees, everything was still. Everything was black, speckled with brief snippets of shining silver. A small droplet of cold pattered onto the back of Emma’s neck and she shivered, waiting for her eyes to adjust. Air colder than even the crisp spring night could produce brushed against her neck, long fingers snaked around her waist. Emma gasped and jerked away from the icy grip on instinct. The hands grabbed tighter and a familiar voice entered her ear.
“Don’t run away from me now, little lamb.”
Emma relaxed into Jonathan’s embrace, still quivering from cold and fright, her heart beating a quickstep rhythm through her body.
“Jonathan!” She gave a breathy giggle. “How long have you been out here? You’re frozen!”
He sighed another chill breath against the back of her neck.
“I’ve been here a while. Waiting for you. But that is not why I am cold.”
Emma frowned into the darkness.
“Because I have not fed in a week. My body has lost the warmth it would have gained from the blood. I told you Emma, I am a real vampire. And real vampires don’t give second chances.”
Her eyes widened, her breath quickened.
“You’re so warm.” He rested his lips against the bend of her shoulder into her neck, tongue just tasting the salt on her skin. He pulled her closer, desperate for the heat. She was silent now, her breath subtly irregular, he smelled the tear as it slipped from her eye. He caught it from her cheek and placed the delicate drop of water on his tongue. Her heart beat so fast, like a bird’s wing against her ribcage. It was intoxicating. She spoke through her shuddering breath.
“Are you going to kill me?”
A smile rose to his lips.
“Why? Is it because I talked?”
The question provoked a soft laugh from him.
“Partly that. But also because you are human. What else would I do with you?” He raised a hand to her throat and felt her swallow her fear.
“You could turn me, make me one of you, like you promised.”
“My dear, it would take one much better than the likes of you to convince me to turn a human. No. You were my plaything, and now my meal.” His hand raised to her mouth, and gripped her jaw closed. “No noise now. It would lessen my enjoyment.” Then his teeth sank into her flesh.
Once the girl was good and dead, painted scarlet and silver by moonlight, Jonathan ran his tongue around his lips and turned his gaze towards the house that he could see through the trees. Not so far away that his senses, heightened by feeding, could not detect Emma’s parents, peaceful, asleep in their bed, their hearts pumping slow and steady. A resting rhythm. With a wicked smile, the vampire began his silent way towards the house. After all, no parent should live long enough to bury their child.