Waylon stood outside in the cold snow. He had finally finished unpacking after his long move. He took deep breaths of the cold air to relieve his stress. He admired the last few stars still out that early morning. He had recently gotten a job working for a man who ran a farm and cared for a nearby wildlife preserve. Waylon had been desperate for a job ever since his last employer went bankrupt. He searched everywhere for a job, but eventually realized that if he wanted one he had to move.
Waylon took one last breath before heading toward his car. He wanted to be early to work to make a good impression for his boss. They only ever talked over the phone or through emails. Driving was going to be difficult and dangerous with all the ice and snow. The whole area was covered in a thick layer of white. The cold air caused Waylon to shiver despite his thick new jacket. He breathed hot air onto his cold hands and watched the mist he created disappear. He turned the car heater on high before slowly driving away from his small house.
He drove down the long dirt roads, watching the open scenery of forest pass by. No one else seemed to live near Waylon. It was just miles of forest, his house, and his boss's farm. The rest was either wild woods or a sanctuary. Waylon knew what he was getting into, especially after his boss warned him about leaving any food in the car because of bears. He drove up the snow covered gravel drive way to park next to a old beat up truck. Waylon was met outside by his new boss who happily greeted him.
"Hey there Waylon. Ready to start the day?" Rob said as he walked over. Rob was a much older man who resembled a lumber jack. He had a large gray beard and a thick plaid jacket.
"Y-yeah, never get used to t-this cold t-though." Waylon shivered. He was used to living in nice, hot Florida. Now he was practically at the Canadian border.
"Gonna have to sometime kiddo." Rob laughed as he patted Waylon on the back a little too hard. Waylon was shorter and thinner than Rob. He wasn't much of a hard labor person, more of a nice warm office and desk person.
"S-so where do we start?" Waylon asked, shivering.
"Ah, some damn wolves came after my cows. Killed one of them and we gotta remove it. Strange thing though, they didn't eat the meat much," Rob explained as he led Waylon.
"Sure it wasn't actually coyotes or like a lynx?" Waylon asked.
"Nah, my cows run over coyotes easily and lynx's tend to only go after my chickens. I've set traps and even motion detecting cameras, but they've never caught anything. This is the second cow I've lost, and the sixth sheep. It's really beginning to frustrate me," Rob explained while pulling out a large ring of keys. He unlocked the huge, metal chain from the pen gate. He held it open until Waylon went in, following and closing the gate behind him.
"I used to deal with a lot of technical stuff, like cameras. I could check them to make sure they're set up properly." Waylon talked happily, reminded of his old job in nice, warm Florida.
"What I wouldn't give to be there right now," Waylon thought.
"That'd be great. First,we gotta clean up this mess though." Rob gestured to the dead cow ahead of them.
Up close, the cow's neck was ripped to shreds, but nothing else seemed to be touched. The area seemed strangely neat as if there were no struggle or fight between the cow and predator. Even stranger was how clean the snow was.
"Where's all the blood?" Waylon asked, examining the snow around the cow's neck.
"No idea. The cow was dry as a bone when I found it. Best I could assume was the cold froze it inside," Rob shrugged.
"Even with a shredded neck? A whole artery was exposed, there should be blood everywhere," Waylon said, examining the cow closer. Rob shrugged again as he attached a nearby chain around the cow's neck.
"Help me put this around the cow. We'll hook it up to the tractor and drag it out of here, Rob said, handing some of the chain to Waylon.
"So what are you gonna do with this? Cook it?" Waylon asked as he tied the chain around the cow.
"Ooh no, definitely not. Don't know what kind of diseases wild animals carry. This could all be horribly tainted," Rob said as he stood straight.
"Alright, its all hooked up. While I get the tractor and drag this out, why don't you check on my cameras?"
"Sure you don't need help locking it on?" Waylon asked.
"Nah, you go on. One of my cameras is in that area over there with the low pine trees. You'll find it on a pole attached to a tree." Rob gestured toward a large group of pines. Waylon nodded before heading off. He wandered through the deep snow between the trees, checking each one for a pole.
"Ah, found it," Waylon mumbled to himself as he looked up at the camera. He examined the wires and the small rechargeable solar battery attached lower on the pole.
"Everything looks alright," Waylon said.
"What is?" spoke a chilling voice behind Waylon.
Waylon was startled, turning around to face a tall, strange man. He was much taller and buffer then Waylon. He wore a thick long black coat with a dark grey fur collar. The dark outfit really made his pale skin and bright,icy blue eyes stand out. Waylon couldn't seem to stop staring at him-especially his amazing eyes. Besides his perfect eyes, he also had the clearest skin he'd ever seen on someone, only disrupted by a small scar going across his eye brow.
"U-uh, who are you?" Waylon spoke, being cautious of the stranger. Waylon still wasn't even sure how the man had snuck up on him. The tall man must be light as a feather to make no sound when walking in the snow.
"Let's not burden ourselves with names. Not like we'll be around each other long," the man spoke in a soothing calm voice. Waylon's tense body relaxed under his words.
"You're new around here. Where did you come from?" he asked.
Eddie was by no means a man; he supposedly didn't even exist. For the past few months, he had been living off dull animal blood. This time, however, he may have just found himself a perfect meal. He caught the light scent of virgin passing by in a car. He was quick to follow, but not fast enough to see who was inside. Eddie assumed it must have been the young man in front of him. He was new around here so Eddie followed him to examine his future meal. He needed to confirm that he wasn't just getting old, and that this human was indeed a virgin. That it wasn't a mistake. Making sure this human wasn't incredibly popular was also important. He didn't want this missing boy to suddenly make the news.
"I moved from Florida. I work here now," Waylon told him without any hesitation to answer.
"Do you have any family around here?" Eddie continued questioning.
"No, all passed," Waylon answered sadly. He never had much of a family. He never had a father and his mother passed when he was just ten years old. Waylon looked momentarily away, suddenly regaining his earlier feeling of caution. Eddie noticed Waylon's shift in body language, quickly acting to regain Waylon's attention.
"No friends either?" Eddie asked, stepping a few feet closer. Waylon stepped back in fear then stopped suddenly when he finally looked back at the man's eyes. It was as if he were under a spell.
"No," Waylon answered.
"So you're entirely alone here?" Eddie asked as he stepped closer.
"Yes," Waylon answered. His mind and body began to fight itself when the man came within reaching distance. Something was horribly wrong, but his mind refused to cooperate and run for his life. With all the answers he was giving so easily, he would probably give his credit cards if the man asked to have them.
Waylon watched as the man came more than a few feet closer, getting close to Waylon's neck and inhaling a deep breath through his nose. Waylon stayed frozen in place, watching.
"Waylon!" Rob yelled out from somewhere, startling Waylon out of his frozen posture. He stumbled back into a tree to get away, gaining a few feet of space.
"The farmer," Eddie spoke, with a hint of aggravation. He looked back at Waylon to capture his eyes again.
"You're a virgin?" he asked.
"Yes," Waylon answered.
"Waylon!" Rob yelled again. Waylon managed to rip his eyes away from the man.
"Coming!" Waylon yelled, refusing to look back at the man. He answered too many questions and that last one that slipped out really made him nervous as to why that question was even asked. Eddie was becoming agitated by these interruptions, but he got all his answers. Now it was time to secure his meal.
"So what is your name?" Eddie asked. He hated getting names and giving out his. What was the point of it? His victims never lasted more then a few hours after doing so. The human however was growing more and more aware of Eddies odd presence and it was the only other thing he could ask to grab the human's attention.
"Um, it's Waylon," he answered nervously, a quick peak at the stranger becoming a long stare.
"Looks like our … conversation has been interrupted. Maybe we'll meet again, Waylon. Sometime, hmm?" Eddie spoke, secretly speaking a trance of sorts. Now the human would feel compelled to see him again, whether by Eddie visiting or by finding him of "his own" accord.
"Sometime," Waylon repeated back.
"Good-bye … Waylon," Eddie spoke, the name feeling odd on his tongue. He broke eye contact with Waylon when he began walking off. Waylon blinked and took a few steps after him.
"Wait!" Waylon said. Eddie stopped to look at him over his shoulder.
"You never told me your name," Waylon said.
"... like I said. You wont be around long enough," Eddie spoke, the words making Waylon feel like a rock had sunk to the bottom of his stomach.
"Good-bye darling," Eddie said, before moving on.
Waylon watched him leave before being startled again by Rob yelling. Waylon ran toward the voice, meeting up with Rob outside of the forest.
"What happened to you?" Rob asked, sounding frustrated.
"Sorry, I got lost. I am really not used to the woods," Waylon apologized.
"Eh, whatever. Just help me feed the animals," Rob said, handing Waylon a bucket of chicken feed.
Meanwhile, Eddie was already back home in a small abandoned cabin, a large fire roaring in the stone fireplace. He hung his coat onto a hanger next to the door before heading over to sit next to the fire. Vampires were cold blooded and required to be near a heat source at all times. If they weren't their blood would begin to freeze when the temperature got low enough. The problem was lethal by freezing a vampire's heart, making it fragile enough to crack a chunk off.
It wasn't as difficult as it seemed to stay warm. Vampires easily sucked in any nearby heat. As long as they were wearing a thick coat, it stayed for a while. Just being by the human earlier for a moment was enough to buy ten minutes out in the cold.
Most vampires refused to live in the northern areas because of this issue. Eddie had no choice in the matter. After killing so many humans for centuries, a group of hunters finally got smart enough to become a real challenge toward vampires. A large group called Murkoff. Not only did they hunt vampires, they did torturous experiments.
Electricity burned around the spine till it was exposed. With fast healing, it was the only way they could reach the spine. They clipped off pieces of nerves to "help mankind". With healing abilities, the damage was never permanent, but it was excruciating. Another experiment was organ removal. There could be an infinite resource of various organs to harvest over and over because of vampire regeneration.
All the vampires had either fled into hiding or were caught. Murkoff used to catch some and kill others, but then the vampires' numbers became low. Murkoff only caught vampires for experiments after that. Eddie fled far north, assuming it to be the last place they would look. For years, he had avoided being hunted, but sadly it came with a cost.
Apparently, no one in the north was a virgin. It was rare when Eddie found one. Any other time it was just disgusting animals. Animals had blood with a flat taste resembling that of celery. Regular humans were a smidgen better with a very mild, sweet flavor like honey. And then there were virgins with an amazingly sweet blood that tasted better then any dessert. Eddies mouth watered at the thought of tasting that sweet, warm liquid pooling into his mouth.
Tomorrow he would find that human, get them alone, and happily dine.
The next morning, Waylon woke up under his warm blankets. He did not want to get up to go out in the cold night for his job, but he had to. He stretched and got out of bed before getting dressed and heading out. While driving down the long road, Waylon began to think of the stranger he had met the previous day.
"Wonder where he even lives. There's barely any houses around here." Waylon thought, looking around him for any other houses that he may have passed. Waylon didn't even see a drive way that could possibly lead to a house, just more and more dense forest.
"Maybe he lives in town?" Waylon thought. There was a town, but it was far away from the forest. The closest thing besides Waylon's house was a animal supply store. He parked next to Rob's beat up truck and was greeted again in the cold.
"Hey Waylon. I got hot coffee inside if you want any. Today I'll need you to take my truck and pick up an order of animal feed. Then we have to survey the forest."
"I'll definitely get one. So how do we survey the forest exactly?" Waylon asked as he headed inside.
"It's not too difficult. We take the truck out and record how the plant life looks in certain areas and any wild life we see. Make sure there are not any strange deaths going around a particular area. It's to help keep track of any sudden disease, or if maybe someone illegally dumped waste somewhere," he explained while pouring the coffee. Waylon nodded as he looked down at his coffee, pausing for a moment of thought.
"Rob, do you know a pale man with blue eyes in a black coat?" Waylon asked.
"No, doesn't sound familiar. Know his name?" Rob asked, drinking some coffee afterwords.
"No, he wouldn't tell me," Waylon said, drinking his own.
"Why you asking about him? Is he causing you trouble or something?" Rob asked.
"No, no. He just seemed … off. I just wanted to know more about him." Waylon said, drinking more coffee.
"Welp, time to head out. You ready?" Rob asked, turning to put his empty cup in the sink.
"Yeah. I am ready," Waylon said, doing the same.
He followed Rob outside going separate to the beat up truck. He looked out at the scenery around him as he drove through the forest. Waylon parked the truck on the dirt patch next to the store. He stepped out, going up to the shop door and discovering that it was locked. He looked inside, spotting the owner. The owner pointed at the time sign out front. Waylon stood back to read the times printed there.
"Five minutes early." Waylon mumbled as he walked back to the truck. He reached for the door when he was startled by that smooth voice again.
"Have a good morning?" Eddie asked behind him. Waylon refused to turn around and face him. Whenever he looked at him, he just couldn't stop talking.
"Uh, yes?" Waylon mumbled.
"Going to look at me?" Eddie asked.
"No," Waylon replied. Waylon couldn't see, but Eddie was giving a cold glare at that answer.
"It's rude not to talk face to face," Eddie spoke with frustration.
"It's rude not to exchange names. I am not turning 'til I get yours." Waylon got defensive.
"No?" Eddie spoke, his soothing voice no longer calming Waylon. It began growing a deep fear inside.
"N-not 'til I know your name," Waylon said, trying to buy himself time to think of a plan. He needed to run, or wait for someone, or at least do something.
Eddie let out a deep growl to himself. This human was smarter then others by refusing to look. He was unable to trance him, but he could still do other things. Eddie silently walked up behind Waylon, before wrapping his arms around Waylon's waist. Waylon's body locked up in fear, relaxing slightly when the man kept him close enough to his chest to wrap him inside his thick jacket. It seemed oddly cold against him at first, but quickly got warm in a few seconds. Waylon couldn't help but breathe in the nice smell that surrounded him. It relaxed Waylon, having him never want to leave it. He recognized it as something like fresh air after the rain mixed with sweet roses.
Eddie grinned at the human's reaction. Vampires naturally gave off a calming scent to humans. An earthy smell that could be mistaken for cologne or part of the environment.
"Why don't we go to the back of the truck and talk." Eddie smiled while walking Waylon back. Waylon followed along while still enjoying the nice scent along with the warmth.
"After your little issue, I now only have ten minutes to get back before the sun reaches us. So i'll make this quick for you, but I can't guarantee painless," Eddie spoke, knowing the human probably didn't know what he was saying while under his pheromones.
Eddie lowered the back of the truck, pushing Waylon against it. He started with a few light kisses. Waylon couldn't help but give in,contently kissing back while still being surrounded by his warm body. Eddie paused momentarily to pick Waylon up like a feather before setting him on the back of the truck. He continued kissing Waylon, pressing himself between his legs to completely dominate him. Eddie slowly and gently coaxed Waylon's head back to expose his neck. Getting lower and closer to kissing along his main artery.
Eddie was already loving the sound of Waylon's strong heartbeat. The smooth sound of the warm, sweet blood flowing through the neck. All he had to do now to reach it was sink in his razor sharp teeth. He opened his mouth to bite, but snapped it shut and growled when he heard someone's voice. Eddie covered Waylon's mouth to stop him from answering. Eddie stood straight up from his lowered position, leaving Waylon exposed to the cold air.
With Eddies warmth and scent gone, Waylon began coming to his senses. Nervously breathing into Eddies hand until he heard a man yelling about the store opening and orders given out. He struggled a little to free his mouth, angering Eddie in the process.
"Stop!" Eddie snapped at him, coming close again. Waylon shut his eyes tightly to not see Eddie's eyes.
"Now, you're going to be a good boy and stay pure for me. Got it?!" Eddie commanded, sinking his sharp nails into Waylon's hips, drawing out some blood. Waylon nodded quickly, opening his eyes when Eddie removed himself. He found that Eddie had completely disappeared with no signs of him being near. Not even a trail of footprints around.
Hours later, Waylon was back at home after working all day, nervously sitting on his couch and watching the fire. He knew now that something was incredibly bad about the stranger. He got up and went to his charging laptop in the kitchen. He sat at a counter nearby to do research. He typed in the the strange animal deaths along with the town name. The searches came up with multiple newspaper headings starting back fifty years ago.
Strange animal deaths happening weekly. Farms forced into foreclosure from multiple animal attacks killing livestock. A quarter of the way through, the animal deaths switched to people. Humans found dry of blood with their necks looking like shredded hamburger. Suddenly the news reporting these events switched from 'dead found' to 'multiple missing.' Family suddenly missing after going camping. Teens disappear after night out drinking. After years and years of these strange and terrifying events being reported on paper, they just... stopped. The news turned toward less important things like horse races or car shows.
Waylon was left feeling confused and needed more information. He went back through the pages, attempting to read the blurry old news paper article photos. He decided it was better to go to the record library and see them up close. He drove fast as it was getting late in the day and he had no idea when the records library closed.
He parked close by, running out and throwing the front doors open. He ran up to the front desk, pausing to catch his breath.
"Where's the records for newspapers between 1965 and 2000?" Waylon asked the desk clerk.
"There are none." the lady answered, continuing to file at her nails.
"None? Why not?" Waylon asked. The lady shrugged.
"Well, … how about 1964 records?" he asked.
"They're in the very back." the lady pointed. Waylon nodded and ran off down the halls.
He looked through the large bookshelf marked 1960 – 2000. Almost all of the books were missing as the girl had said. Waylon grabbed the 1964 book, hoping that some clue of what happened may have been mentioned somewhere. He sat down to start flipping through the book. He stopped when he spotted a murder report in the news paper.
"Body found with a damaged neck next to a river. Possible accident from high fall or was it a murder?" Waylon read from the paper. He examined the photo of the crime scene, noticing an outline in the background that stood out to him. Waylon pulled out his phone to take a close up picture of the object. He examined the new image, realizing the outline was a person standing around some trees. The person looked like they did not want to be seen as they watched the crime scene being investigated.
Waylon jumped when a hand grabbed his shoulder. He looked up to see a man looking agitated at what Waylon was doing.
"What are you looking at?" the man asked.
"Just, looking at some old records." Waylon answered.
"Why?" the man asked in a serious tone.
"Umm, research, for a book." Waylon stated. He wasn't happy with this man questioning him.
"Where's the rest of the records between 1960 and 2000?" Waylon asked.
"They were removed long ago … by a fire." the man answered suspiciously. Waylon stared at him for a moment.
"Do you know a pale man with bright blue eyes?" Waylon asked with a glare. The man seemed to swallow nervously.
"No." he plainly answered.
"What's your name?" Waylon asked.
"It's Dennis. You have to leave now. Its closing time," Dennis stated, taking away Waylon's book. Waylon huffed before getting up to leave. Once he was out of sight of Dennis, he looked back at the photo on his phone. The person looked exactly like the stranger following him around, but that was impossible. That would make the stranger around sixty-five to a hundred years old.
"He must have some anti aging cream," Waylon thought. The oldest the stranger looked was about mid to early forties.
"Maybe I could get some information out of him. I need something to break eye contact though," Waylon thought as he drove through town. He stopped at a store when he got an idea.
"Sunglasses," Waylon thought, looking through the racks of glasses. He bought a dark pair to wear, thinking that maybe it would make the eye contact harder.
Eddie had trudged home angry and disappointed that his meal was again interrupted. He needed to get the human way from people if he wanted to eat. He entered the hot cabin, hanging his coat. Behind him was a dried body he had fed off. He picked it up, bringing it to the basement and throwing it down the stairs without a care.
"I'll string that up later," he thought. The next morning he would surely get the human. He would pick him up from his house, bring him home, and get his meal without any more disturbances. Eddie sat on a hot chair by the fire to warm up his cold blood. He closed his eyes contently for a moment, but opened them in anger when a rushed knock came at his door. There was only one person who knew where his house was—and only one that knew his secret, but was allowed to live. Eddie rose from his chair to answer the door.
"Hello Dennis," Eddie greeted as he opened the door.
"H-hello sir," Dennis spoke nervously.
"What is it now?" Eddie asked, hating that the warmth in his house was leaving out the door.
"That human you're following was looking up the removed records today," Dennis informed. Eddie had known Dennis' family for years. He had recruited them as workers for him, starting with Dennis' grandfather and father who originally ran the records library. Dennis and his brother, Timmy, were recruited when they were old enough to take orders and inherited the library. Eddie needed the books removed to hide his appearance. Having Dennis' family scratch the records and handing over the only copies left over. Besides handling records, Dennis' family also acted as spies during the day, watching Eddie's selected prey during the day when they saw them.
"Interesting. Please come in and tell me more." Eddie invited, wanting to close the door. Dennis nervously entered, being careful of touching anything.
"So, did he mention what he was specifically looking for?" Eddie asked.
"No, just that he wanted to see news records between 1965 and 2000." Dennis answered.
"Hmm, he must know something about me. Maybe he's suspicious. Dennis, I want you and your brother, Timmy, to follow him all day tomorrow. Try having your brother get information out of him. I'll convince his boss to let him skip work tomorrow." Eddie ordered.
"Yes sir," Dennis nodded.
Waylon sat exhausted on the couch, staring at the clock nearby as he dreaded the time. He had to either stay home on just his third day of work, or face the stranger when he came. Waylon took deep breaths while gathering his things: car keys, a knife, and a pair of black sunglasses. When he was ready, he stepped out into the cold. He was surprised by his phone going off in his pocket. He looked at the caller ID, recognizing Rob's number.
"You okay,Rob?" Waylon asked, a little worried.
"Oh no. I am just calling to say I don't need you today." Rob said.
"Really?" Waylon questioned.
"Yeah, i'll be gone all day to help my sister with something. So you can take time off 'til I get back. Gotta go now if I don't wanna be late." Rob said.
"Well, if you're sure. I'll see you later." Waylon said, hanging up the phone.
"Now what?" Waylon thought, his day suddenly free.
"Guess I could go get more groceries." Waylon mumbled to himself. The only thing he had been eating since he moved in was take-out.
He drove out into town, heading toward the large grocery store. Halfway through his shopping, he noticed two men following him. He got an idea after seeing a hanging mirror at the end of an isle. Waylon walked down the aisle, pretending to still be unaware of there presence and stopping when he saw them in the mirror.
"Dennis?!" Waylon thought in shock. Anxiety grew inside him knowing that Dennis and one other were following him after a suspicious talk the day before. He had to do something about these two and the stranger. More and more the stranger seemed to be involved with mass murders and animal killings. Waylon's main theory being he was in a cult of sorts. He had to find out where the strange man was and confront him.
Waylon abandoned his task of shopping, luring the two stalkers out a back door. Waylon hid nearby with his blade ready. The first one out was Dennis. Waylon grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall. Dennis was bigger, but Waylon had a knife to the man's throat. Timmy was unable to do anything as long as his brother's throat was threatened.
"Why are you following me?!" Waylon asked.
"We cant say," Dennis answered nervously.
"Why not?!" Waylon asked.
"He'll kill us if we do," Timmy answered.
"Timmy, shut up!" Dennis ordered.
"Do you know the man with the blue eyes?!" Waylon asked Timmy.
"Yes." he answered.
"Shut up!" Dennis yelled.
"Where does he live?!" Waylon asked. Both brothers went silent.
"Where?!" Waylon demanded to know.
"He lives in a cabin up stream of the river." Dennis answered.
"You wont survive if you go." Timmy warned.
"I'll take my chances." Waylon said, running off to his car planning to confront the stranger. He drove to the river and stopped next to it in his car. In order to follow it, Waylon needed to walk because the trees were too thick next to the river to drive around. He walked for what felt like an hour, staying under the trees to avoid the baking sun. He stopped when he spotted the wall of a log cabin. If he hadn't been looking for it, Waylon probably would have passed right by.
The cabin was almost completely covered with thick vines, different plants growing across the roof with a few fallen trees surrounding it. Waylon walked over the large fallen trees. He planned on sneaking through the windows, but the fallen trees were blocking them all—as though on purpose.
Waylon snuck around to the front and slowly opened the door. He met with an extremely large amount of warmth. He closed the door behind him, careful to not make much noise.
Eddie was sleeping upstairs in a room when he heard the door open and close. He let out a deep growl to himself. What idiot had entered his home disturbing his rest? Eddie got out of bed to confront the intruder, not at all being cautious or silent. He loved to dominate those less powerful then him, and if announcing his presence did that to the intruder, then he was happy with letting them be aware of him.
Waylon heard Eddie walking toward the stairs. He rushed into a door leading down into the basement. He quietly hurried down stairs, stopping when he saw a dead body hanging in front of the stairway. He slipped around it, finding even more hung up around the room. All of the bodies had their necks shredded, or at least the ones that still had meat on them did. Others were just skeletons or covered in knife cuts to have meat removed. Waylon covered his mouth from the strong rotting smell that finally reached him. He looked around the bodies, spotting the multiple books of "destroyed" records. He listened to Eddie walking around on the main floor.
Eddie didn't need to search for him. He knew immediately it was Waylon by the sweet scent of virgin flowing through his house. He followed the scent to the basement door, smiling widely at the thought of his meal practically delivering itself to him.
"Oh darling! I know you're here." Eddie happily announced as he closed the basement door behind him.
Waylon pressed himself against the warm basement wall. One hand was ready with his knife while the other covered his mouth. He waited for the sound of Eddie stepping down. Anxiety grew as each minute passed with no sound from him.
"Hello darling." Eddie grinned, suddenly behind Waylon. Eddie grabbed Waylon's collar bringing him close enough for Waylon to get a good look at his long, sharp fangs. Eddie's blue eyes appeared to glow in the darkness. Waylon had no hesitance in swinging his knife, surprising Eddie with a knife to the eye.
"Ah, you bitch!" Eddie roared, letting him go. It bought Waylon enough time to run upstairs as Eddie ripped the knife out of his eye socket.
"Get back here you damn whore!" Eddie roared in anger from the basement. Waylon managed to make it outside in the bright sunlight. Unknown to Eddie's condition to sunlight he continued to run at full speed through the forest.
Waylon couldn't find where he had parked his car because he was in such a panic. He went straight home, locking all the doors and windows. He sat on the couch in shock at what he discovered. It had to be true. Eddie was a vampire. All the signs tied together. Eaten animals and humans, pale skin, perfect skin, captivating eyes, soothing voice, and the sharp fangs.
Waylon stayed frozen as the new information sunk in. . After breaking out of his shock, he immediately started researching vampires. He unsteadily wrote a list of items recommended to protect humans from a vampire.
Sunglasses to break a vampires trance. Garlic to keep vampires at bay, along with crosses. Strong smelling candles that could make vampires horribly sick with their sensitive noses. He wrote them on a near by napkin before rushing off to the store. He was on limited time as the sun was getting close to night fall.
Eddie walked up the stairs, aware that Waylon was long gone. However, Eddie knew where Waylon lived, and that no one would help him. He went into the nearby bathroom to examine his eye. He poured some nearby colored water onto the wound, watching his pure black blood drip onto the white sink. The colored water was the only way for him to see his face in the mirror. The colored water collected into the wound. Eddie growled at the injury furiously. He hated when his perfect complexion was ruined by his meals.
"He's going to regret this!" he growled to his colored water reflection.
Eddie relaxed for the last few hours of daylight. His wounded eye had already fully healed with no permanent damage. He appeared at the humans home, going there after dusk to wait outside for the human.
"Darling, it was incredibly rude for you to come unannounced!" Eddie yelled outside. It was frustrating that a simple rule stopped him from just entering to grab his meal. Waylon looked out the window with sunglasses covering his eyes.
Eddie glared when he spotted the glasses. He let out a deep, animal growl. The human was aware of his condition. It was going to be a little bit more difficult to catch his lovely prey. He sighed and walked onto Waylon's porch, ripping off the hanging garlic from his door.
Waylon was right that garlic affected vampires, but not in the commonly believed way. They were to be worn by the human to neutralize a vampire's earthly scent pheromones. Eddie grumbled to himself while calmly standing at the front door.
"Waylon, darling, come out!" Eddie yelled at the door.
"I am not leaving!" Waylon yelled back at the door. Eddie growled at the door in front of him. Even with all his power, he was left powerless against a house.
"I'll wait out here all day and night for you, darling! You'll have to leave sometime!" Eddie roared at the door. Eddie knew however he wasn't going to be able to stay outside that long. He had only an hour worth of heat left. The sun was not a concern because the porch would provide a big source of shade. He needed to act fast if he wanted Waylon before needing to run home for heat.
"So, what is your plan? Going to grow potatoes in your living room? Let me get the bills for you?" Eddie mocked at the door. Waylon sat inside, fidgeting with nervousness. Eddie's words getting to him. Eddie was right, Waylon couldn't just stay in his house forever. He needed to get the mail for bills and buy food and other necessities. With a vampire's speed, he could follow Waylon anywhere.
"If I have to, I will." Waylon yelled. Eddie huffed at the door.
"I was going to invite you to my home. I'd love it if you came over for dinner." Eddie spoke at the door. Waylon glared toward the door.
"Hosts usually tell their guests their names!" Waylon yelled. Eddie glared silently at the door, letting out a sigh of frustration.
"Alright. My name is Eddie." he spoke to the door.
"Now, will you accept my invitation?" Eddie continued. Waylon paused in thought.
"Yes... but you have to leave. I wont come out 'til you do," Waylon said. Eddie thought for a moment. If Waylon ran, he could always hunt him down. It also gave him a chance to reheat at home.
"Very well. I'll be waiting for you, darling. You know where my home is," Eddie spoke, leaving Waylon's front porch. Waylon checked through the window to make sure Eddie was really gone. He took a deep breath of relief. He was safe … for now, but he still had to meet the vampire for dinner.
Or he could just make a bunker out of his house. He could always pay his bills online, and take Eddie's advice and grow crops in the living room.
please comment. =]
this just sorta came out. i don't plan/ want it to be very long. just a short story of about 10 chaps or so.
iam gonna try and non stop blast these out when i finish a chap.