Disclaimer: Yada yada. Y'all know the drill. I don't own the characters,
etc.
Explanation: If you've read my other stories, you'll know that I come up with the oddest stuff at two in the morning. Especially after reading Dracula.
The Gotham Vampire Mystery By D.E. Lewis
Terry was depressed. His head hung, his feet shuffled, he really didn't want to be alive today. Dana had broken up with him.
"I just can't handle your schedule! You can't take me out, since you work for Mr. Wayne most nights, after school, you usually do nothing, I'm sorry, Terry, but it's hopeless. I want someone who can love me right." She had said. So now he was walking in the direction of the subway. For some reason, he had gone to the old library. Looking at the old books helped get his mind off his situation. Now it was back on him, full force. It was late, and the trains were pretty empty. The only people waiting for this one were Terry and an older man. The man approached Terry.
"Excuse me, young man, but would you have the time? I seem to have forgotten my watch."
"Uh, sure. It's about nine. Um, are you all right? You look ill."
"Oh, I'm just fine, young man. It's you who is in trouble."
~~
Bruce Wayne was asleep when the videophone rang. He looked at the clock. Two A.M.
"Who's calling at this ungodly hour?" He muttered. He switched on the phone, and tried to look semi-pleasant. It was Terry's mother. She was half in tears.
"Mr. Wayne?"
"Yes."
"It's Terry. He's- he's- Oh my word- he's dead." At that point, the world seemed to stop running properly. Bruce heard only parts of the conversation after that.
"-Got the call a short while ago- bled to death- found his body by the subway- was alone- funeral Monday." Was all he was able to make out. Mrs. McGinnis' voice kept cracking as if she would start sobbing at any point during what she said. He didn't blame her. First her former husband, now her oldest son. He said goodbye, hung up, and collapsed against the wall, sobbing.
~~
As said, Terry's funeral was that Monday. Dana was crying worse than some of the rest. Terry's little brother was in a trance. How could he lose another family member? His dad was hard enough. As the coffin was lowered into the ground, Matt was visibly resisting the horrible urge to scream: "Wait! Don't lower my brother into the ground! He's not supposed to die, yet! Please, he's only a kid!"
~~
Two days passed, and as the McGinnis' mourned, something was happening. Something not even the person it was happening to could understand.
See, our old man knew what happened to Terry. Clearly. Now he was waiting, and he wouldn't have to wait long.
~~
Terry awoke in a small dark box. He laid breathing heavily for a few moments, then, feeling a sudden onset of claustrophobia, broke his way out of the box. He had to fight through several feet of earth to get out, but when he did, he discovered he was in the graveyard, in the middle of the night. He knew he was too late, now. He had to run to get home. It wasn't that far, actually. Just a couple blocks. He ran. After climbing several flights of stairs, he came to his apartment. He opened the door, and found his mother on the living room couch, with Matt.
"Mom?" He muttered. She and Matt turned and screamed. "I don't understand. What's going on? What's wrong?"
"You can't be my son. I must be dreaming. My son is dead! He died two days ago!" Terry understood, but didn't remember. He fled. Down the stairs, out the door, into the street, to- where? Where would he go? Having no better idea, he ran back to the graveyard. Then, halfway there, he stopped. No. He would go somewhere else. He knew he could take refuge in the bat cave. That way, then. He was running again.
~~
After Terry's death, Bruce had nothing better to do. He was tired of sitting around, so he and Ace went into the bat cave. Sitting at the computer, he almost expected to hear the teen's voice. He sighed. Then, he heard a strange sound. The sound of someone entering. Ace didn't bark, so it was someone safe, he supposed.
"Who's there?" He called. "I'm warning you, if you- oh!" He shouted, and fell into a dead faint at seeing Terry alive, well, and with two long fangs exiting from his mouth.
Explanation: If you've read my other stories, you'll know that I come up with the oddest stuff at two in the morning. Especially after reading Dracula.
The Gotham Vampire Mystery By D.E. Lewis
Terry was depressed. His head hung, his feet shuffled, he really didn't want to be alive today. Dana had broken up with him.
"I just can't handle your schedule! You can't take me out, since you work for Mr. Wayne most nights, after school, you usually do nothing, I'm sorry, Terry, but it's hopeless. I want someone who can love me right." She had said. So now he was walking in the direction of the subway. For some reason, he had gone to the old library. Looking at the old books helped get his mind off his situation. Now it was back on him, full force. It was late, and the trains were pretty empty. The only people waiting for this one were Terry and an older man. The man approached Terry.
"Excuse me, young man, but would you have the time? I seem to have forgotten my watch."
"Uh, sure. It's about nine. Um, are you all right? You look ill."
"Oh, I'm just fine, young man. It's you who is in trouble."
~~
Bruce Wayne was asleep when the videophone rang. He looked at the clock. Two A.M.
"Who's calling at this ungodly hour?" He muttered. He switched on the phone, and tried to look semi-pleasant. It was Terry's mother. She was half in tears.
"Mr. Wayne?"
"Yes."
"It's Terry. He's- he's- Oh my word- he's dead." At that point, the world seemed to stop running properly. Bruce heard only parts of the conversation after that.
"-Got the call a short while ago- bled to death- found his body by the subway- was alone- funeral Monday." Was all he was able to make out. Mrs. McGinnis' voice kept cracking as if she would start sobbing at any point during what she said. He didn't blame her. First her former husband, now her oldest son. He said goodbye, hung up, and collapsed against the wall, sobbing.
~~
As said, Terry's funeral was that Monday. Dana was crying worse than some of the rest. Terry's little brother was in a trance. How could he lose another family member? His dad was hard enough. As the coffin was lowered into the ground, Matt was visibly resisting the horrible urge to scream: "Wait! Don't lower my brother into the ground! He's not supposed to die, yet! Please, he's only a kid!"
~~
Two days passed, and as the McGinnis' mourned, something was happening. Something not even the person it was happening to could understand.
See, our old man knew what happened to Terry. Clearly. Now he was waiting, and he wouldn't have to wait long.
~~
Terry awoke in a small dark box. He laid breathing heavily for a few moments, then, feeling a sudden onset of claustrophobia, broke his way out of the box. He had to fight through several feet of earth to get out, but when he did, he discovered he was in the graveyard, in the middle of the night. He knew he was too late, now. He had to run to get home. It wasn't that far, actually. Just a couple blocks. He ran. After climbing several flights of stairs, he came to his apartment. He opened the door, and found his mother on the living room couch, with Matt.
"Mom?" He muttered. She and Matt turned and screamed. "I don't understand. What's going on? What's wrong?"
"You can't be my son. I must be dreaming. My son is dead! He died two days ago!" Terry understood, but didn't remember. He fled. Down the stairs, out the door, into the street, to- where? Where would he go? Having no better idea, he ran back to the graveyard. Then, halfway there, he stopped. No. He would go somewhere else. He knew he could take refuge in the bat cave. That way, then. He was running again.
~~
After Terry's death, Bruce had nothing better to do. He was tired of sitting around, so he and Ace went into the bat cave. Sitting at the computer, he almost expected to hear the teen's voice. He sighed. Then, he heard a strange sound. The sound of someone entering. Ace didn't bark, so it was someone safe, he supposed.
"Who's there?" He called. "I'm warning you, if you- oh!" He shouted, and fell into a dead faint at seeing Terry alive, well, and with two long fangs exiting from his mouth.