Elizabeth stood next to Briana, as both stood mere inches away from the phantom. Although his skin was ashen and luminescent, his lips were an odd shade of crimson. His eyes were nearly white in color, while the pupils were virtually non-existent. Yet, at the same time, he was beautiful; he could be an angel, if it weren't for the absence of feathery white wings. Then he smiled, and his lengthy fangs were exposed. The girls did not react.
He held out his glowing hand, and Briana perched hers atop his; without hesitation. In turn, Elizabeth entwined her fingers around his other hand, and he led the two girls away from the cemetery.
Not long after being left to his own devices, Randy passed out. Unbeknownst to him, another apparition was preparing to claim him as his prey, as he emerged from the adjacent shadows.
Sporadic moments of darkness claimed Briana; and she awoke in between those moments, the double wounds upon her neck pulsating in pain. Once more, she struggled to open her eyelids; once she did, she fought to focus upon the surrounding environment. The ambience seemed to register as a dusky, hazy fuzz, and panic began to grip at her heart. Its thunderous beat resonated inside her body, and each breath blew from her lips as though she were fighting for oxygen. Then the darkness consumed her again.
Voices seemed to echo and twirl around her; allowing her to catch bits and pieces of an odd, and quite frightening conversation...
A heartbeat later, she felt an odd moisture trickle against her lips. Instinctively, she parted them, and allowed the liquid to invade her mouth and throat. It's taste was initially bitter, but the bitterness soon turned to sweetness. She recognized the taste as blood.
Soon, her heart rate hastened extensively, feeling as though it were preparing to implode from within. Her breathing matched in synchronicity, accosting her body with its racing, crashing repetition. Then each abruptly ceased. Briana was dead, although she found herself sitting rigidly upright. Her eyelids snapped open, and she peered around the dimly lit room.
Lavish, Victorian-era furniture greeted her vision, as each piece was scattered near the corners of the massive room. Candles flickered from their perches upon the wall, bathing each immediate area with golden light.
The phantom she saw earlier kneeled before her, meeting her face-to-face. As she stared at him, she felt her upper incisors inexplicably elongate behind her lips. She manipulated her tongue against the tips, instinctively exploring the newly sharp edges.
"What's your name?" the apparition asked. He seemed to be fighting off a smile, for the edges of his full lips were twitching upward.
"Briana," she whispered; then she questioned, "what's happened to me?" Before the apparition had time to answer, the other male and female entered the room. Each stared at the girl, their comely faces etched with perplexity.
"No, Austin; you didn't," the woman breathed in disbelief, her gaze darting between Briana and the other man.
"She was growing weaker by the second; did you just want me to let her die?" he countered.
She shook her head, as the long waves of her raven hair trembled against her shoulders.
"You didn't need to turn her into a vampire," the handsome man chided. "She probably would've been fine," he added, as the blonde of his hair shimmered in the dimness of the light.
"Yes; she would've recovered long enough to tell everyone about our little charade; along with the murders of her--"
"Indeed," the handsome man interjected, his eyes firm as they conveyed to Austin to bite his tongue. Then he regarded Briana. "Since you're here, we may as well make the best of it. Welcome to your new home," he solemnly greeted. "What is your name?"
"Briana," she reiterated. "What--what is going on?" she added, her voice trembling with fear and confusion.
"Austin, you explain it to her. And when you're finished, get rid of the vehicle," the handsome man demanded, then he turned to the woman, and gently kissed her on the lips. His hand grasped hers, and together they left the room.
Austin turned to regard Briana, and his lips parted into a grin. "Trick or treat; welcome to our everlasting Halloween, where we never have to dress up in costumes," he taunted, his fangs glistening in the candle light.
In return to his words, Briana's motionless heart edged into her throat, as a scream followed closely behind.
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