This Night

Location: Oxford, London

Just a normal night in the mansion. Or so she thinks. Something is coming, and it could change her life forever.

It was cold dark night as it usually is in England. It was pretty windy outside too. And it was raining.

The mansion was eerily empty. With all the servants gone and my crazy family escorted off the premises for the time being I was hoping for a peaceful night.

But that was proving hard to come by as apparently the weather didn't want me to sleep. I could hear the wind howling outside my window which was preventing me from sleeping. I knew I should have gotten double glazing last week.

I lived in a fairly old mansion with stone walls, high ceilings and a huge backyard. My father added a few modern necessities(conveniences) such as tiled floors, central heating, several large-screen TVs, a swimming pool and Jacuzzi in the room beneath floor level. All this, except double glazing.

I opened my eyes and I lay on my back, staring at my bedroom ceiling and the wind continued blowing as fierce as ever outside. For minute I thought I heard horses neighing. I had horses in the field. So I ignored it. The wind shook the tree outside, where there was a full moon, throwing various shadows on the walls of my room.

I reached over to my bedside table for the remote and switched on the TV. I figured if I couldn't sleep I could watch TV and hopefully fall asleep. A quick glance at my clock showed it was nearing midnight. I was about to ring for a maid to bring me a glass of water but then remembered it was their day off. I reluctantly got out of bed and headed downstairs.

I was heading back up with my glass of water when from the corner of my eye I caught sight of what looked like something's shadow darting across the wall. I jumped and cried out, dropping the glass which smashed on the hard, tiled floor. I turned and nothing was there. I put it down to my imagination, noting that it was going a bit wild lately. I wasn't the sort of person to be afraid of the dark.

As I was turning, someone's arm suddenly wrapped round me from behind with their other hand over my mouth. I struggled unsuccessfully trying to pry the hands off me.

"Give me your blood and I won't kill you." His voice whispered in my ear. It wasn't a harsh or cold voice. In fact he sounded relatively young, around 18 or so, yet firm and assertive, and spoke with a clear, English accent.

But what was he saying! He wants my blood! What on earth for!

I twisted my head away but he kept his hand firmly over my mouth.

"Don't scream. It annoys me and I might kill you for it." he said calmly.

I nodded and he complied.

"What…what do you want my blood for?" I asked carefully.

"I need it. To drink. Come."

To drink! What was he!

He pushed me forward gently, pointing to my room door. I hesitantly went ahead.

I flinched when he slammed the door behind me. When I turned around saw a flash of silver in his eyes. They looked a grey/silver color. I noticed his hair seemed of shoulder length and was jet black. he wore a long black cloak with a deep hood. His clothes looked modern yet classic.

Though his eyes were silver and cold, I could sense a deep hunger in him. My whole attention was on his yes. They seemed so deep, endless and mesmerizing…

Before I knew it I was against the wall. As he bore his teeth I felt a deep fear and realization and came back to reality.

He was a vampire!

I was about to scream but caught it in my throat. I agreed I wouldn't scream. He might kill me!

I pushed him in the chest but he didn't budge. His sharp inhumanly sharp-looking canines were worrying me. He was going to bite me and I was powerless to stop it!

"Relax." He said.

Relax! At a time like this!

But when my eyes met his, my body felt numb. I felt his teeth pierce my neck painlessly and after that was a blank.

I came back to consciousness on my bed. Alone. I sat up suddenly, my eyes frantically searching the room. It was totally empty…except my window was now open. The wind was blowing my curtains around. I thought I heard horses, like I heard last time, and ran to my window. I reached just in time to see a black carriage, pulled by two horses, winding up the road. Then it was gone.