The vampires of Jerusalem's Lot part three.
The barmaid scanned the room with her eyes. It was half an hour till closing time, and there seemed to be a group of people hanging around table twelve. One of them looked like that girl who had caused the Chamberlain incident, and another looked like that nurse who kidnapped her favourite writer and cut off his foot and his thumb, all because he had killed off her favourite character in his books. Incidentally, both of them had been killed. The girl by a stab wound, and the nurse's hostage had eventually overpowered her and smashed a typewriter over her head. This other guy they were hanging around with made a joke, and they all laughed. She almost vomited when she took a second look at the man who had made the joke. He appeared to have had his face smashed to pieces. He noticed her staring at him, and clicked his fingers at her. "oi! Bitch!" the nurse appeared to wince at the word "bitch." he rolled his eyes at the nurse. "drinks?" the barmaid nodded and grabbed a nearby tray. She walked over to the table and asked them what they wanted. Suddenly, she noticed someone who appeared not to be there before. He appeared to be about thirteen or so, with short, dark blonde hair, deep, blue eyes and fading acne. "hello, little man. What do you want?" she asked. He didn't look amused. Instead, he clicked his fingers at the girl who caused chamberlain (the barmaid remembered her name, Carrie!) who smiled nastily, and the barmaid appeared to float out the door, screaming. The boy followed her, grabbed her by the throat, and pulled.
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Lori woke up in Skye's basement, tied to a wheelchair. She struggled, and the wheelchair moved a couple of centimetres. She looked up, and saw the basement door open. She screamed, as Skye grinned at her, revealing his yellow fangs. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. He put in his false teeth, and shut the basement door. He answered the door, to see Lori's boyfriend, Mark, standing at the door. "hello. My name is Mark Petrie. I'm the boyfriend of Lauren Spencer, that girl who went missing a couple of days ago. Apparently, she was last seen walking to this house. Please may I come in?" Skye smiled at him. "sure! Make yourself at home! In fact, let me give you a guided tour!" Lori saw the basement door open, and screamed "Mark! I'm down here!" Mark gasped, as Skye whacked him round the back of the head with a Shovel. He went down like a bag of rocks, and was sent flying down the Basement stairs. He hit the cold floor, gave out one last whine, and died. Lori screamed, as Skye ran down the stairs and tied a gag around her mouth. "now, now, Lori. don't worry, I'm not going to kill you! Not yet, anyway. I need you alive for the ritual." he kicked the wheelchair to the other end of the room. "I have some friends coming over. One of them has done this before. Her name is Annie Wilkes. She kept the author Paul Sheldon captive in her house. Your lucky I'm not taking ALL her advice, she cut off his left foot!" Lori screamed. Skye grinned, ran up the stairs and shut the basement door…
To be continued… (last time, I promise.)