Power and control.
Give a little, get a lot,
That's just how you are with love.
Give a little, get a lot,
Yeah, you may be good looking,
But you're not a piece of art.
Marina and the Diamonds, Power & Control
It was a dare. It was All Hallow's Eve and her French classmates had dared her to go down into the old Church's basement and stay there until midnight. It was foolish, pretty dumb but she was dared and a Forbes never backed down from a challenge. She'd been chosen for the exchange program with their sister school in Paris for a reason.
She was smart, strong, brave and gutsy. She could do this. She had to prove those French poodles wrong. So, during their tour of the large, old Church, she'd hidden in a corner where the security couldn't find her and waited until she could sneak down the basement.
It was dark. The fluorescent lights closed off around eleven and people had left soon after. She was all alone, she felt all alone. Her heartbeat quickened as she went down the dark steps, using her phone as a light. The door creaked as she pushed it open and she let out a small "Hello?" to see if there was anyone around.
Nothing.
She continued and tried to find a light switch on the wall. She found none. Okay, so she was spending Halloween in the dark of a church's basement. Not so bad. She could do this.
She looked around the large, dark room and found no candles she could light. The room had a low ceiling and felt ominous, like she was visiting a grave. She'd obviously watched too many horror movies because she began to imagine scary scenarios in her head. A serial killer, man-eating rats and maybe even a werewolf!
She shuddered as the wind howled into the night. It sounded like a woman's shouting. She felt like running back up the stairs and out of that creepy old church But no, she shook her head, she could do this.
I can do this. I can do this. She continued to chant in her head as she spun around the room, looking for some kind of window or something. There wasn't any. Sighing, she took a seat on the cold marble floors.
It was going to be a long night. She opened her phone and decided to play Angry Birds. It worked for a while until her phone's battery started to die. She groaned. Not now!
She checked the clock on her phone: 11:30. Great, half an hour more of this horror show. She sighed and wrapped her jacket tighter around her, the cold was practically chilling. She shivered as the wind howled outside.
Just thirty more minutes. Just thirty more minutes.
She felt something crawl over her leg. She shrieked, stood up immediately and saw a spider. Oh God. Eww!
She made a noise of disgust and shuddered. Disgusting. She took a step back and a creaking noise echoed in the room. She looked down and found…a trap door? She crouched down and found a handle, lifting it up she found more stairs. Where did they lead? Should she go down?
Common sense kicked in. No way. This was far too horror movie-like to be safe. God knew what was down there. She wouldn't go down there, she couldn't!
But then again, what was down there? Her curiosity overrode her common sense with fear and adrenaline battling each other. She was taking the steps down the passage way and into the dark space before she knew it. "Hello?" She echoed. There was no response.
Okay, curiosity satisfied. Time to get out of there- Was that a coffin? She inched forward towards it and her hands touched the surface of the dark wood, it had a thick layer of dust on it, coating her hands immediately. She rubbed her hand on her clothes to clean it and she prepared herself to lift the lid if the coffin.
Okay, this was it. She could still turn back, never too late. You, turn around now Caroline. Go up those stairs and out of there./
But….
Strengthening her resolve, she lifted the lid and gasped.
It was a boy, a corpse from the color of skin, sallow, cracking and green-ish like he was mummified. He looked to be around her age, maybe a little older, dressed in funny clothes like he was from another time. But what was a corpse of a boy doing underneath the basement of the church? She couldn't phantom an answer.
She wasn't horrified at the sight of corpses. She'd seen enough death in horror movies to not shock her but the whole idea of a body hidden underneath the church was still quite chilling. She noticed the dagger sticking out of his chest where his heart should be and saw some writing on the blade. She moved closer to look at it but it was too in deep the boy's chest to see. Her hand grasped the handle and she pulled it out, it gave way easily.
She read the engraving on the blade. Et damnatisomno. She made out the words from her Linguistics classes. And the damned shall sleep. What was that supposed to mean?
She decided this was just too weird and she needed to place the dagger back in the boy but when she looked at the coffin - he was gone. What the…? She felt a presence behind her and turned around quickly, finding herself staring into red eyes, veins protruding around his face and fangs bared like an animal. She screamed and tried to run away but he moved too quickly at a inhuman speed and then there was pain as his teeth bit into her neck.
She woke to darkness. She groaned as pain shot all over her body. She felt like she'd been hit by a train, every muscle ached and she groaned as she surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings. Where was she? And then she remembered.
She gasped and her hand went to her neck, feeling the puncture marks there, where the monster had bit her. Monster. Vampire. She'd watched so many horror movies she knew what he was.
"You're awake." A voice rang out. It had an accent. British? She couldn't discern.
She quickly. looked up and found the vampire standing over her. He stared at her with dark eyes, smiling a nefarious grin. He looked different, his skin no longer sallow, cracking and green. It looked healthy yet pale, a pinkish glow to it. She realized, from her blood.
She trembled and tried to get to her feet but she was too woozy. "V-Vampire…" She stuttered. She wanted to run away, to get away from this monster but her body failed her, too weak from the blood loss.
The boy crouched down until they were at eye-level, hand reaching up to cup her face, his thumb caressing the apple of her cheek. She was shaking so hard from fear, her mouth dry, tears welling in her eyes. "Why yes, sweetheart," He said, smirking. "We are going to have so much fun together."
This is my fic for Halloween. I hope you liked it! And continue? Nah, this is just a one-shot. I might continue if you beg enough.