Hi! This is a preview of my Halloween story. It's already written though I'm still tweaking some parts, so it won't interfere with my other stories.
I'll start posting on October 6th when I'll explain how long it is and a few more details, just remember it's a BXE pairing though Rosalie is sort of the main character.
I really hope you'll like it.
"Well good night Seattle! Is that time of the year again. Welcome back to my show. 'The hairy claw'. As you remember I'm Eddie 'The Vampire' Masen and I'm ready to listen to your spooky stories and as a reward, I will put whatever song your heart desires. But first, let's start the night with a little something to get us in the mood if you know what I mean."
The cheerful tones of 'The monster's mash' resounded through the hall of the old side of the radio station.
Rosalie Hale sighed. She didn't know how to feel about being assigned to the night shift. At least she wasn't alone. Seth Clearwater was as bored and tired as her, completely the opposite of Emmett 'Tweety Bird' McCarty. He was the veteran with six years working at KDGM 98.5 FM Moving through the waves for you, as the jingle always said.
"Are you sure we aren't allowed inside?" She asked.
Certainly, most of the shows were transmitted from the new side of the building. The term 'new' was debatable, because it was more than forty years old, but set with the most modern equipment. But when she was hired, she was told that a few old DJs, mainly the old-timers on the sports team, loved to broadcast from the old side as it was more spacious. What she didn't know, until Emmett explained it to her, was that the only show broadcasted from this side currently was this one. And from a closed booth, thus leaving Emmett as the assistant producer only in name, because Eddie 'the vampire' was almost self-sufficient. Still, old-timers like him aren't ones to grasp the importance of Twitter and Facebook, and of course, someone needed to filter the calls. Therefore, Rose was on Twitter duty, Seth on Facebook and Emmett was happily greeting the callers.
"Nah. Eddie likes to work alone. He has an assistant, though I had never seen him or her." Emmett whispered to her.
"So this guy only comes one week to make his show at midnight?" Seth asked.
"A-hum."
"In this old, closed wing?"
"A-hum."
"For how many years?"
"Forty-three. That's why we call him Eddie the vampire. The few times I've seen him, he's pasty white, has that kind of surreal look in his eyes and he looks the same as the first time he came here."
"Bull-shit." Seth murmured between coughs.
"No, I swear. He doesn't look over thirty. And I saw him the first time I got here."
"And before him?"
"Oh no. It's the same, Eddie. I swear."
"You know it's impossible. Maybe it's a job passed between generations, this is probably the grandson of the original Eddie."
"But they look the same and have the same voice. There's a fan club following him since the seventies."
"Nah! It's the product of a well-thought publicity campaign. I saw the ratings, people love to hear him. Of course, the legend helps."
"Wait, a fan club? How old are the fans? Seventy?" Rosalie wondered, she never heard of such thing.
"Of all ages. There's a reason this show is a staple on the station. Hmm, if both of you behave, maybe I'll let you meet him. Then, you'll believe me." Emmett nodded satisfied. He recalled the first time he stepped on the night shift. At the time, his supervisor was old Jared McHuntington. He was the one who explained the legend of Eddie the vampire, and he swore by his mother's grave that Eddie hadn't changed in at least the thirty years he had working at the station. Always coming just for one week on the night shift, no one had seen him out at daylight, hence the nickname.
Rose smiled, hoping there was something else in this legend while Seth huffed annoyed. The night shift was always soo boring.
So they listened to Eddie's night show.
"Well, who do we got here?" Eddie whispered to the mic.
"I'm Shelley." The voice of a mature woman answered.
"So Shelley, do you have a story to share with us?"
"Yes, it happened to my cousin. He once had to stay late at work, he knew he was alone in his office. So, as many men before him, he took out his shoes, loosened his tie and walked around trying to come to grips with the results his papers were displaying..."
Seth got up and started to pace, he wasn't one to stay still in one place for a long time.
"And this still has great ratings? With stories as lame as this one? I mean, in over forty years stories must get repetitive, right?"
Emmett nodded. "Yep. With the first words of the old lady, I knew it would be a ghost story. But you have to consider that people tell stories in different ways, and let me assure you some are really good explaining their stories. Do you remember that film 'The dismembered king'? It was a story someone told here a few years ago. So you see, there always the chance to hear a gem between all those ghost and ghouls stories."
Seth nodded, he loved 'The dismembered king', though he wouldn't know how someone could translate the gore and horror into a spoken story. One needed to see the blood and guts.
Rose on the other hand, with her journalism degree, was thinking that maybe the story behind 'Eddie the vampire' and his legend was worth telling.
