Thirty days of terror

Authors note: Hello! This is my first story and it would be awesome if you guys would review and critique my story! I could really use the help! If there is something I should fix or you have an idea for the story please let me know.

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own thirty days of night. If I did, Marlow would have survived…

Chapter 1

Carrie sat huddled on an old blanket in her grandmother's attic. Her hands trembled from the cold as she wrapped the blanket around herself. She breathed quietly not daring to make any noise for fear of them hearing her. Carrie hadn't even seen them only heard the noises as they screeched outside. 'How long has it been?' she wondered. The days seemed to blur together as the sky never changed, just stayed the same constant inky black. Carrie shrugged. It didn't matter anyway they would be gone soon. At least that's what she hoped. How long could they stay here anyway? She didn't even know what they were much less what there motive was. Were they serial killers? Terrorists? Whatever they were she figured the rest of the town was hiding like her. She shivered as another scream tore through the air, filling Carrie with a sense of dread and fear. If only her Grandmother were still here…

"I don't know why you insist on baking every time I come over Gran." Carrie spoke as she reached for the cookie dough covered spoon. The withered old woman slapped the seeking hand as she retorted. "Because it gives this old lady something to do. Besides, I know how much you love chocolate chip." Carrie chuckled.

"Gran that was when I was ten, I'm seventeen now and I can't eat cookies every time I come over, it's not healthy." Gran waved her hand in dismissal.

"Never can have enough chocolate chips, that's my motto." The kitchen lights winked then suddenly went out. Gran frowned.

"Can't trust the electricity in this old house I tell you." She went to grab the flashlight. Carrie grabbed it first.

"Gran you stay here, I'll go check out the breaker in the basement."

"Alright but I'm going to go see if the neighbors have lost power as well." Carrie sighed at her grandmother's stubbornness.

"Alright but be careful it's cold and slippery out there."

"I'll be fine. I have lived here my entire life child." Carrie raised her hands in defense.

"Fine, point taken." She chuckled and proceeded to go down into the basement. A dank smell wafted from below the ground, carrying the scent of wet earth. Carrie stepped quickly along the bare wooden floor, a feeling of dread filling her. She opened up the panel and looked inside. 'Funny everything seems to be just fine.' Carrie figured it must be a downed power line or something. A loud bang suddenly isounded from upstairs.

"Gran are you ok?" Dashing up the steps she entered the kitchen to see her grandmother had burst through the door, pale and shaken. Carrie sprung forward, catching her grandmother as she toppled towards the floor. Carrie gently laid her on the floor.

"What happened? Gran wake up, come on, please don't leave me alone…I need you!" The old woman coughed, her eyes glazed over. Carrie's eyes widened in horror as she saw dark red liquid staining her relative's jacket. Carrie held in a sob, giving her Gran a reassuring smile.

"It's going to be ok; it's just a flesh wound. Band aid will fix that right up." Her mind whispered 'going to have to one damn big band aid' but Carrie pushed the thought into the recesses of her mind. Carrie grabbed her Gran underneath her arms and started to drag her towards the couch in the living room.

"Stop." Carrie looked down at her grandmother who was staring at her with determined but dim eyes. "Now listen to me. I need you to go up to the attic and-" Carrie gently shook her grandmother.

"I am not going to leave you here!" The old woman's eyes narrowed. "Carrie Ann Garcia, you will go right now and stay in that attic until the month is out. There are some bad…people outside. I'm a tough old bird I will be fine." Carrie knew her grandmother was bluffing. She saw a thin line of blood bubble up from the elder's lips as she spoke. Gran coughed, blood and spittle dripping from her mouth.

"Your grandfather kept his old army supplies up there. If anyone tries to get into the attic, and they aren't familiar you have a pistol to protect yourself. Now go. Go!" With that her grandmother gave a gurgle as her eyes rolled up into her head. Carrie quickly latched her hand onto her Gram's rapidly cooling wrist only to find no heartbeat.

Carrie looked at the corpse that used to be the grandmother she had known and loved. Now she was gone. Carrie closed her eyes and turned away.

"Whoever did this will pay."

Carrie then turned and ran up the ladder that led to the attic, her eyes stone cold dead with grief and unrepressed fury. She slammed the trapdoor shut, closing her off from the sight of her grams body lying unmoving at the foot of the kitchen counter.