Short story about an encounter with vampires - written in 1999.
An Encounter With Vampires
Darkness spread through the streets of New York City. The heavy raindrops hit hard against the already wet ground, along with the booming thunder. It was very windy and hard to see. The full moon cast shadows on the ground. There were hardly any cars on the street and not a soul was in sight.
It was nine o'clock and I was heading home from my best friend's house. It seemed rather odd that nobody was outside; and it felt kind of creepy wandering the streets alone. I didn't think that it was safe for me to walk by myself at this hour. All I wanted to do was get home as fast as possible, so I did just that.
I quickened my pace and as I was passing an alley I heard a commotion back there. I halted to a stop and the curious person that I was I decided to go see what was going on. Since it was rather dark and hard to see I slowly made my way to the back of the alley.
As I got closer to the end of the alley I saw somebody going through the garbage cans. Whoever it was wore a long, black trench coat. Since his back was facing me I couldn't see the person's face. I tapped the man on the shoulder wanting to ask him what he was doing out so late.
I thought that maybe he was a homeless man since we had many homeless people in our neighborhood. But before I had a chance to say anything he turned around. That is when I screamed so loud I thought that maybe I became deaf. My screaming echoed through the neighborhood and was probably heard by everyone.
What I saw made me freeze in place. I could not move my body at all. My eyes were locked on the person standing right in front of me. No, it was not a homeless man. It wasn't even a human being. Whoever this creature was didn't have a pleasant appearance. His whole body was covered with blood. He had very sharp, yellow teeth two of which stuck out from his smelly mouth. His eyes were dark red. He looked very angry. His face was not your typical human face so right then and there I knew for sure that he was not one of us.
When I finally came to my senses I dashed out of the alley as fast as I could. I kept running straight and didn't even look back at the alley. I didn't want to see him ever again. It seemed as though I was running for a very long time and my house was nowhere in sight. I was out of breath so I stopped for a few minutes so that I could get myself together. In the distance I didn't see a thing as if there was nothing else but empty space.
Then somebody tapped me on the shoulder. I thought that maybe just maybe it was all a dream and that I was back in my room sound asleep. I decided to pinch myself just to make sure. After performing my little experiment I knew that I wasn't dreaming. This was all real and there was no escape. When I turned around I saw the same creature that I met at the alley. Somewhere far in the distance I saw more creatures just like him coming toward me. There was a whole pack of them; too many, in fact. Each of them was distinct in his own way but all of them were also alike. They had the same sharp teeth as the first guy and they all wanted one thing, which I hadn't yet figured out.
Who were they and what were they doing here? That's what I wanted to know. It would have been a lot easier to know whom I was up against. Then I remembered reading something in class about creatures with sharp teeth who haunted people and sucked out their blood. At first I could not remember their name but then it came to me. They were vampires, and they were going to do the same thing that they always did, kill. They probably killed thousands of people and they wanted more. Obviously, they were very hungry, and I just happened to be what they were looking for. I was their food and in just a few short minutes I was going to die. All the blood would be sucked out of me and soon I would actually become one of them, just like all the other innocent people.
There was no escape. No matter where I tried to run, I was surrounded by vampires. They all looked angry and very hungry. Drool was coming out of their mouths. It was a very disgusting sight. I felt like vomiting but that wasn't what I was worried about. All I wanted was to live. I had to escape. I needed help and soon. That was my only hope for survival.
"Somebody help me! I have to get out of here. I don't want to die. I am too young to die. Help me!" I yelled as loud as I could.
"Hello, little girl. You want help? Well, you are going to get it real soon. Only mommy will not be here to help you," the vampire said.
"I don't need your help. Killing me won't help me but killing you will help me a lot."
"You can't kill me. You see we vampires live to kill and rule the world. That is the mortal world you pathetic losers live in and the other world, which we vampires already rule. So there's nothing that you can do. No one can stop us. We're too powerful to be stopped."
"What are you the leader of this pack or something?"
"Well, yes little girl I am. My name is Spike and everybody follows my orders including you. So, if you want to do it the easy way do as I say; unless, you want do it the hard way, which of course will be much more painful."
"I don't want to do it the easy way or the hard way. I don't have to do what you say. You aren't my mom. Only she can tell me what to do."
"You think so. Well, we'll just see about that little girl."
"Stop calling me little girl will you? Nobody calls me a little girl you got that!"
I kicked him in the stomach with the heel of my shoe and feeling the pain he moaned. That is when I ran for my life. But they were still coming after me and Spike too looked fine even after that kick I gave him. That was it. I felt hopeless and just decided to give up. I mean what else could I have done. I had no weapons that I could use for my defense, and the kicking would not do me any good. Anyway Spike said that there was no way that they could be killed. But there had to be. Everybody died somehow.
I tripped on something and fell on the sand. When I turned around I saw Spike bothering a homeless man. He tilted the man's head and began to drink his blood. He was very thirsty. I couldn't let him do this to the old man. I had to stop him. Then I realized that I was lying on top of something. I picked it up and examined it. It was a wooden stick and it had a very sharp edge on one end. I had found a weapon for myself. I had protection. I wasn't afraid anymore. I knew that there was still hope.
I sneaked up to one of the vampires. He was watching Spike eat so I took the stick and quickly put it through the middle of his back. When I removed it the vampire didn't even let out a scream. Right that instant he turned into dust and then disappeared. That was it. I had actually killed him. One by one I began to kill each and every one of the vampires. Soon there weren't that many left. I felt happy and I was actually going to live. All that I had left to do was kill the rest of the vampires and then as a final challenge I had to kill Spike. So I did just that. Spike didn't even notice what I was doing since he was very busy doing his job and he was enjoying it.
He was now the only one left and I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and realized that all of his followers were gone. He was surprised and asked, "Where did you go? I told you not to go anywhere. Come back you fools. We have work to do!" he yelled.
"Oh, but you see they won't be coming back. They're never coming back. They are gone and you will never see them again," I explained.
"How can this be? This is a joke, right?" he asked dropping the homeless man to the ground.
"No, you see there's this little secret I know but I won't tell you because it will spoil the fun. Now you do as I say. You are the one who has to follow my orders; otherwise you will not like what is about to happen to you. "
"And what is that I might ask little girl?"
I held up the sharp stick right in front of his ugly face so he could see it. Then with a swift, quick motion I inserted the stick right in the middle of his chest. "No, this can't be! I will get you for this! You are going to pay for this!" he yelled and with that he turned into dust.
The rain finally stopped and the thunder did too. The wind calmed down and it wasn't as dark anymore. I was very proud of myself. I realized something too. I had a talent. I was strong and powerful. I could kill. I was the slayer, the vampire slayer. This wasn't just an ordinary stick. It was a wooden stake and with it I would kill anybody or anything that got in my way and disrupted the lives of others.
© Copyright Lena Kovadlo
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|You grabbed my attention and held it throughout, Lena. I am not a fan of vampire stories but I rather enjoyed yours. A couple of "suggestions:"
to be wondering (wandering)
I found a weapon for myself. (I had found a weapon for myself.)
I actually killed him (I had actually killed him.)
Also, thank you for reading and reviewing some of my short stories today. The one about Father Fabian is fiction. "Daddy's Girl" is a dream that I have every now and then. Thanks again. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Lena Kovadlo
|I was very much into Buffy when I wrote this short story. It was written during my high school days. Hope you enjoy this short story. Please let me know what you think of it.