Arden1

Glass shattered on the floor as Arden hit it with the hammer and climbed into the window on the second floor of the house. The glass pieces hid in the champagne carpet. As Arden saw that the coast was clear, he motioned for the other vampires to come up. Two of them had tarps and thin ropes. The other three flew into the house through the broken window one by one, pulling themselves in with the blue curtains. Each person wore a black trench coat, so they were not to be seen by any neighbors. It would have been hard to see them anyway. Even though the trees next to the house were scarce, the vampires all had dark hair except for Ty. He was one of the only carrot top vampires and he acquired many laughs and stares from it. They broke in where the hall was and the bedroom was just behind the door on the left. Mr. and Mrs. Owens said that Arden and his friends could stop by anytime and they were to take advantage of that opportunity, not that they needed to be invited.
Arden had seen the inside of her house many times when he �moved into the neighborhood� as he told Mrs. Owens three weeks ago. She was very generous to him, inviting him to come over for coffee in the mornings albeit if he never drank it. She didn�t know exactly where he lived, but accepted him as if he were hers. She didn�t know his dark secret she would find out soon.
They opened the door slowly letting it creak silently and the couple was asleep. The bed was on the other side of the room next to a white nightstand and dresser at the foot. Since it was night, it was hard to see but no vampire had trouble seeing in the dark. It was one of the senses they obtained after their renascence. Arden waved his hand to gesture another clearance into the bedroom. Everyone sneaked in, not touching one loose floorboard that might make a noise. They looked at the couple sleeping together in love between the flowered sheets. They were embracing each other even in their sleep. Both were smiling like they were in complete bliss just to be with each other even if insentient. It was a pity what they had to do. "Alright everyone," Arden announced in a whisper interrupting the moments of gaze. "Do you all remember what to do?�
Rod rolled his eyes. ��Course we do.� He replied in a strong Irish accent. �We�ve dun� this a million tems.�
�Alright, I am just apprehensive.�
�Well if yur not goin� ta do this, step asa�id. Ty and I jist came ta� hilp you two.�
Zera stepped in. �Give him a break Rod-�
Rod cut her off. �You knu� in all the times we�ve dun this, you�ve neva� gotten attached to the victim, why did you hav� ta do it nu�?�
Ty shushed everyone and told them to stop or the couple would hear them and wake up. Ty didn�t talk much; he mostly gestured with his hands. A mute he was not but sometimes he wished he were so his words wouldn�t break something.
Arden looked again at the couple. "Well then, let us begin. Zera, mind you do not spill. You have a reputation as quite a messy eater."
Arden walked up to the woman and Zera to the man. Rod and Ty got the tarps ready quietly. Arden looked at Mrs. Owens, knowing he would regret what he was about to do. He didn�t regret killing, he had become numb to the fact of the mortals he killed over the centuries he had lived and to him it was the same as a mortal hunting for meat but Mrs. Owens wasn�t like other mortals. She wasn�t corrupt or hypocritical. She was an angel. Soon she would be in her right place, Heaven. His stomach got sick, a feeling he rarely had and he was about to back out, but then had his evil side take over his conscience. �It�s survival of the fittest and this must be done for you to survive.� Arden thought to himself, not being partial to the Darwin theory and with everything else on his mind all he could think of. Arden and Zera looked at each other and nodded. Arden looked into the eyelids of his victim as if she would wake up before he bit her and jump in his face. He would have liked that, he somehow wanted to be punished for this. Arden sighed and both of them bit down on their prey fast. Instantly the couple woke up, screaming at what was happening. At first they thought it was a robbery, but Mrs. Owens recognized Arden and gasped.
"Arden! What a-" She couldn't get the rest out as his long fingered hand went over her mouth.
"I apologize Mrs. Owens,� He replied seeming as if he was about to cry. �but just like you I must live." Arden and Zera pushed their prey back down onto the beds, held them and finished their meals. Arden hurried, sucking as hard as he could just to get it over with. He, unlike Zera, wasn�t purposefully rough. Mrs. Owens didn�t struggle like her husband. She had a betrayed expression on her face. Her blue eyes were wide open and her face was turning red, probably because her heart was beating faster. Arden had to close his eyes to complete the deed. When his eyelids touched, a tear escaped and slid down his cheek, fading as it went along. Soon Mrs. Owens� face was drained of color. Arden kept his mind on sucking but in the back of his mind he couldn�t believe what he was doing. No one had ever been so nice to him and this was how she was to be repaid, with death. In many ways death could have been considered positive. The world is cruel and dispicable, but Mrs. Owens had a way to deal with it and it was with kindness. The husband was the first to faint followed by the wife. After almost sucking out every last drop, they let go of the couple. When he couldn�t feel her chest moving up and down, Arden pulled himself off of Mrs. Owens and looked at her bleeding neck while licking the blood off of his lips. Her face told the story of her death, the shock, the betrayal, and finally the death itself. There was no more blood coming out of her neck. Arden checked both pulses, dead. He looked at the sheets and both sides were clean. "Very good Zera, there is less of a mess to clean up and less tracks to cover."
Rod and Ty helped Arden and Zera pick up the bodies and wrap them in the tarps, tying the rope around them to keep them closed. As they tried to find the window that they came out of, Arden heard something screaming underneath them. It wasn�t very loud. It was such a small voice. He told the others to wait and went downstairs to satisfy his curiosity. He knew it was human and was prepared for a second meal. As he went through the living room a fear came over him, not a fear for himself, but for that little voice. He didn�t want to kill again tonight, he felt bad enough about it, but if he had to, then he had to. The sound got louder and louder as Arden went down the hall. Inside the last room was a crib and baby toys strewed about the floor. Arden feared it, a child. Mr. and Mrs. Owens had a child; a little screaming baby girl and Arden had just killed her parents. She had an odd red birthmark on her neck looking like a sunset ray on the ocean. That was the only way Arden could describe it. Mrs. Owens had one just like her on her forehead but it was smaller and hardly noticable. He had noticed it when he first met Mrs. Owens but it didn�t stand out anymore.
"Oh no. Zera, Rod, Ty, come here, quickly!" All three flew down rapidly and saw exactly what Arden saw. They stared into the crib as the baby fussed and squirmed around in its little bed.
"What do we do with it?" Rod asked.
"Let's kill it!" Zera exclaimed about to grab the child and break its fragile neck.
"No!" Arden exclaimed back putting his arm in front of her. "We shall leave it, the police will find it sooner or later and take care of it."