VAMPIRE CURSE
Rating: PG13
Genre:
Light Horror
Setting:
I dunno…
Main
Characters: I dunno, its
written from first person point of view and I never gave my character a name…
WARNING!!! This fiction contains explicit scenes of violence that may disturb some readers. if this disturbs you at all DO NOT read this fiction!
Part 1
Lightning ripped through the sky. I thought to myself, how cliché. It was
inevitable, when bad things happen there’s always a thunderstorm. The suckers
who get caught out in the storm always approach the dark forbidding castle.
They always accept the invitation of the creepy butler to enter the castle. And
it’s the last anyone hears of them. We all know the plot, and we all think how
stupid. Well, who would have thought it would happen to me?
As is the normal case, it was a thunderstorm. And my friend Dann and myself were caught out in the storm. And yes, I know what you’re
thinking! We didn’t go to a creepy old castle, far from it. We were miles away
from anywhere, and took shelter in a cave. At the time, all I could think that
it was a dream come true. I was in love with Dann, we had been friends forever,
and I suppose you think it was just a silly girly crush. But we were alone in a
cave, during a thunderstorm. He brushed his hair out of his eye and gazed at
me, with the most adorable smile on his face. Then, before I knew what was
happening he leaned forward and kissed me. I felt his strong arms around me and
pressed against him. He ran his hand over my body. I should have known it was too
good to last. We spent the night in the cave, when the storm showed no sign of
letting up. I fell asleep in his arms. But not for long.
I awoke, the storm still raging. I was alone. Scared I
headed from the cave. It was dark. Darker than pitch.
I moved away from the cave shouting for Dann. I tripped over something. Turning
the lightning lit up what I had tripped over. I screamed. Covered in blood and
clearly dead, with his blood mingling in with the mud his body lay in, was
Dann. Terrified I ran. I had no idea where I was running to, I just wanted to
be away from that horrible scene. But I couldn’t get away from it. The image of
Dann’s twisted body, lying covered in his blood and
caked with mud, kept flashing across my mind. Exhausted and totally lost I
collapsed next to a tree. My face was wet; whether from the torrential rain or
my tears I have no idea. I dropped my head into my hands. And that’s how I
passed the rest of the night.
The next morning dawned. The storm was over. The sun felt hot and made my skin
prickle. I wondered how the world could be so peaceful after what I had
witnessed the previous night. A voice reached me “is she alive?” another voice
responded “she looks dead to me.
I raised my head, anger coursing through my veins. There was a man and a woman
staring at me. I heard myself growl “what are you staring at” the woman looked
terrified. She backed away, whispering “my god, her eyes”. The man seemed
unable to move. I don’t know how it happened. All I knew was the next thing; I
had the man by the neck. I heard myself hiss again “I asked you what you were
staring at”. My grip tightened on his throat. I seemed unable to control my
actions. I was horrified at what I was doing. But I couldn’t seem to stop
myself. I could hear the man choking; I knew my grip was too tight, that he
couldn’t breathe. But I didn’t let go. The woman was screaming. The man was
trying to fight my grip, but he couldn’t. I couldn’t figure out why. He was a
full grown man; I was a 15 year old girl. I saw blood running across my hands.
I realised that my nails had pierced the mans throat.
I felt sickened by what I was doing. The woman ran away. I didn’t even notice.
The man was writhing with what little strength he has left. I watched him, he
choked, one last time then went limp. I threw the body
away. It took a few moments before I realised what I had done. I had ruthlessly
murdered a man, just because he had been staring at me. I felt terrified. The
woman had run away. I felt unsafe. I was covered with blood. The
mans blood had flowed freely over my hand. Scared I stood and walked.
Without realising it I found myself back at my village. I cast a glance around.
There were few people around. I hid my blood soaked arm inside my coat and
walked home.
Back in my room I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself. My hair lay blood-soaked against my face. My clothes were covered in mud. My hand was red with blood. But my eyes… it was my eyes that disturbed me the most. They were not my eyes. My pupils were a deep red colour. But even as I watched they changed to black. I felt scared. Soon everyone would know what I had done. The woman had got away, and she wouldn’t keep quiet about a murder she had witnessed. Disturbed, I headed to the shower, to remove all traces of blood. I collapsed on my bed afterwards. My previous night had been restless. Now I slept deeply. I woke up in the late afternoon. I looked into the mirror again. I knew I was unsafe, as long as the woman survived. I knew that I needed to get rid of her. I slipped on some clothes and silently left the house. I didn’t even think. I found that I knew where to walk. The next thing I knew I was standing outside a house. I knocked on the door. I don’t know why. It seems foolish now. There is no reason why a person would let in a girl who they had witnessed murdering someone. Still. The door opened cautiously. I pushed my way in and slammed the door behind me. I had opened the door with such force that the woman had been thrown on her back. She stared terrified at me. I snarled at her
“who have you told” she shook her head and whimpered. I crossed over to her, dragged her to her feet and slammed her against the wall. “I said who have you told” I hissed. She shook her head again, this time management to stutter
“n-n-n-no one” I smiled evilly lowering the woman to the ground.
“Good” I said, in a deceptively cheerful voice, walking away a little “lets keep it that way shall we”. Again, I had no idea how it
happened, I suddenly spun, and threw a knife. It pierced her arm. She collapsed
to the floor, leaving a streak of blood behind on the wall. I stared at the
blood suddenly realising that I hadn’t eaten since the previous day. Against my
will I crossed to the woman. I drove my nails into her throat. She screamed. I
lowered my mouth to her neck and drunk her blood. The woman fell limp in my
arms. Dead. I dropped her and took a few steps
backwards. I wiped my hand across my mouth, wiping away the blood on my face. I
felt, with a shock of horror, satisfied. I realised I had enjoyed killing the
woman. I realised I liked the taste of a humans blood. I was a vampire. I
turned to a mirror in her hallway, disturbed. I saw my reflection, and the
woman’s blood drained body behind me. My reflection?
But everyone knows vampires have no reflections. A small voice mentioned that I
should never believe everything I read. How had I become a vampire? I gazed at
my reflection, my eyes were blood red, but again the colour was fading. My gaze
travelled all over my reflection and I saw a small scratch on my upper forearm.
I hadn’t noticed it before. Maybe that was how. But now the reality began to
sink in. I had killed two of the villagers. They were likely to realise it was
me sooner or later. I had to flee the village.
And so I left. Destined, no doubt, for a life of solitude,
emerging from my dwelling only to find blood. I ran. I have no idea how
far I ran, nor how many people died at my hand throughout my flight. But
eventually I was further from the village that I had ever been before. And up
ahead was a derelict old castle.
Lightning ripped through the sky. I stared at the castle. Only suckers go up to
old castles. But the world was full of suckers. I went to the castle. As I
walked through the deserted halls, I felt that I was not alone. And I wasn’t. I
heard a soft swishing sound behind me, and turned. Another woman stood there. A vampire, like me. I could see it in her eyes. She hissed.
“So, you have come to
The fight continued. We both ripped at each other. Blood flowed freely. But the
blood of another vampire is like poison. It burns a vampire to the very core,
causing more suffering than it would be believed possible. I could see the way
to beat her. I needed her to taste my blood. With a renewed energy, I ripped my
own hand open with my nails. I advanced upon her. I gripped her hair, dragging
her head backwards. She struggled against me, but I refused to let go now. She
shrieked as I moved my hand over her mouth, and allowed my own blood to dribble
into her mouth. Her screaming grew agonized. She writhed on the floor, pain
taking over her body. Her screams ripped through the night, stronger even than
the lightning. I turned and walked away, the new vampire queen, listening to
her agonised cries growing weaker. I enjoyed listening to her suffering. Slowly
she died. I didn’t look back.
So now you know. I became the vampire; I am the one who murders any who come to
my castle, seeking shelter from the vast storms. Alone in my castle I wait for
my next victims. Beware the stormy nights, for you never know where a vampire
could strike.
THE
END