Well, after reading every Labyfic ever written..I've succumbed and wrote..well..a freaky *thing*.
This is set after the movie and is told by...well, I won't describe it all as it is basically left to your own imagination. I hope you enjoy it and as it is my first fic I'd appreciate any helpful hints, tips, criticisms and comments!
I am also considering writing a prequel told from Sarah's point of view, whilst this, I must add, is from a boy's.
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Vampire
The familiar sound echoes around my house. He is here again, the stranger.
We called him the Vampire, my brother and I, swooping in at night. Doors locked, windows bolted: no entry; no exit; no evidence but the screams and the red, morning eyes.
My home violated once more. Her smile is false; pain without a bruise. She thought we were safe, free! The calm before the storm.
Sean sobbed beside me, unable to bear it. He knew life before the Vampire. He knew life before me. I'd catch him staring, looking at me sometimes; with a cocked head and a glazed look, as if searching for something, an answer in my face. But to what question?
He runs to her door, beating it with his clenched fist. The screaming stopped, but the silence was louder. He turned the handle desperately, already knowing.
A locked door without a lock. Screams.
Sinking to the floor he knew, I knew, he wouldn't get in. I wanted to run over, hug him, reassure him that everything would be okay, but I could never be a comfort.
A shock of blond against a brown background. The oddity.
The morning comes, almost sooner than it should have. I am in my bed and Sean is in his. My mother....
The door opened easily. Cheap, thin wood. Sean stepped in front of me. More tears to great our mum. She lay in her bed, neatly tucked in; her brown hair is fanned out on the pillow. Her eyes closed, her face blank, just a serene smile on her lips.
My older brother moves closer to her, whispering her name and shaking her shoulder. She isn't moving, just lying there with that smile, that mask stuck firmly on her face. There are no bites on her neck, no blood, no evidence of our childish illusion, nothing but a single white feather on her pillow. A realization hits.
The oddity. The fair-haired, black sleep. Her surname, I hated being at
the end of the alphabet. Whose eyes? I hated being different.
Sean doesn't notice the orb grasped in my mothers hand, nor does he hear the voice, the faint sound of my name being called from the shadows. An innate sense awakens.
The familiar sound echoes around my house. He is here again. My father.
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Weird, uh?
Gem
This is set after the movie and is told by...well, I won't describe it all as it is basically left to your own imagination. I hope you enjoy it and as it is my first fic I'd appreciate any helpful hints, tips, criticisms and comments!
I am also considering writing a prequel told from Sarah's point of view, whilst this, I must add, is from a boy's.
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Vampire
The familiar sound echoes around my house. He is here again, the stranger.
We called him the Vampire, my brother and I, swooping in at night. Doors locked, windows bolted: no entry; no exit; no evidence but the screams and the red, morning eyes.
My home violated once more. Her smile is false; pain without a bruise. She thought we were safe, free! The calm before the storm.
Sean sobbed beside me, unable to bear it. He knew life before the Vampire. He knew life before me. I'd catch him staring, looking at me sometimes; with a cocked head and a glazed look, as if searching for something, an answer in my face. But to what question?
He runs to her door, beating it with his clenched fist. The screaming stopped, but the silence was louder. He turned the handle desperately, already knowing.
A locked door without a lock. Screams.
Sinking to the floor he knew, I knew, he wouldn't get in. I wanted to run over, hug him, reassure him that everything would be okay, but I could never be a comfort.
A shock of blond against a brown background. The oddity.
The morning comes, almost sooner than it should have. I am in my bed and Sean is in his. My mother....
The door opened easily. Cheap, thin wood. Sean stepped in front of me. More tears to great our mum. She lay in her bed, neatly tucked in; her brown hair is fanned out on the pillow. Her eyes closed, her face blank, just a serene smile on her lips.
My older brother moves closer to her, whispering her name and shaking her shoulder. She isn't moving, just lying there with that smile, that mask stuck firmly on her face. There are no bites on her neck, no blood, no evidence of our childish illusion, nothing but a single white feather on her pillow. A realization hits.
The oddity. The fair-haired, black sleep. Her surname, I hated being at
the end of the alphabet. Whose eyes? I hated being different.
Sean doesn't notice the orb grasped in my mothers hand, nor does he hear the voice, the faint sound of my name being called from the shadows. An innate sense awakens.
The familiar sound echoes around my house. He is here again. My father.
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Weird, uh?
Gem