Since my tumblr account is no longer available, I've decided to publish my stories here! Please pardon the stupidity of it all. I haven't been able to proofread it ahead of time. Oh well. Here's my first fanfic. Hope you enjoy it!
Thick clouds passed over the sky, shielding the moon from illuminating the town. Night had fallen, and the creepy creatures of the dark crawled out of their chambers. Bats screeched, wolves howled and cats hissed as the silence rolled around the town.
This town, most known as Ooo, is aptly named. There are stories about the many abandoned houses that are rumored to be haunted by past owners, stories about accidents that occurred on certain uncharted roads, and even stories about murders that took place in the Evil Forest. But, there is one area of this town which remains the townspeople's hotspot for haunted stories – one that remained the center of the townspeople's stories of ghosts, witches and – the populace's favorite – vampires.
The cemetery.
If you go all the way down Candy Kingdom Avenue, past the suburbs, through the Evil Forest and down the rocky cliffs, you'd arrive at the cemetery – the home to many of Ooo's dead residents. Aside from its unsightly nature and the dead foliage creeping around, it was a rather depressing area than horrifying.
Somewhere deep within the many acres of graves were a few mausoleums and an abandoned church which led to several crypts. One particular mausoleum though, stands out from the rest. Though weathered and worn, it still basked in a certain kind of elegance that brought out the best in the gloomy environment of the cemetery. It towered high above the others, crafted beautifully from marble. It was fenced by black iron gates with points so sharp; your eyes would be pierced even from looking at it. Though the greenery from surrounding graves weren't as green as it ought to be, the bushes and flowers blooming from within the mausoleum's gate beamed with life and beauty. A true masterpiece was this mausoleum. It was only expected to belong to someone of high class. The name carved above justified it.
'Abadeer'.
From hundreds of years into the past and until now, this name had been feared by the residents of Ooo. The Abadeers were a prestigious family that had reigned over many areas of the land, and became the founders of the town. They had been considered gods in their time – an unstoppable force that swept the filth out of corrupted lands.
The person who founded the town of Ooo, Hunson Abadeer, was the most notable member of this family. He, his wife and his children were buried in the marble mausoleum, forever immortalized as the perfect example as power amongst ordinary humans.
The mausoleum, remaining untouched for the many years it had stood, had gained the interest of a lone gravedigger.
"Damn fog, it's messin' up me nose," the man cussed, rubbing his nose with his hand before swinging a shovel to rest on his shoulder.
"Maybe the missus is lookin' fer me. Best be on my way, I guess," he whistled, giving once last glance at the marbled mausoleum. He was staring at it for a long time, appreciating it as whatever light the moon could produce from the thick clouds illuminated it with an eerie glow.
"I wonder why no one has ever opened it before; it's probably mighty dusty in 'ere. Good thing Starchy knows 'ow to do some tidying up,"
The gravedigger marched up to the rotting gates, rocking it back and forth until he managed to jiggle it loose. The gate creaked as it swung towards the mausoleum, inviting the unsuspecting gravedigger to see inside the mausoleum. Under the spell of the magnificent structure, he proceeded through the obstructions and brought his feet to the mausoleum steps.
He brushed a hand over the fine details carved into the big, black, mahogany door. From the corner of his eye, he spotted a beaten up teddy bear and picked it up. It had looked like it had seen better days, with all the patches and makeshift body parts attached to it. The teddy bear had a collar which read "Hambo" – quite a strange and uncommon name for a child to call a teddy bear. Then again, "Starchy" was a strange name for a man of his age.
Starchy dusted off what he could from the unfortunate object when he heard it – a low groan coming from inside the mausoleum. He flinched backwards, almost dropping the teddy bear. He heard it again, but less vocal than before. Though his knees quivered with fear, his curiosity got the best of him and he opened the doors. He rammed and shook the door furiously, trying to get it to open. After a few shoulder-aching lunges, the door buckled and slammed open at a fast speed. Dust exploded in the gravedigger's face and scattered everywhere.
"Bleh! I was correct on da dusty part," Starchy spat, swatting the dust away with his available hand. When the dust cleared, he managed to get a full view of the mausoleum. The inside was nowhere near as beautiful as the outside was – in fact, it looked terribly dreadful. Dusty gray walls were decorated with thick cobwebs, unlit torches and rotting coffins hidden inside holes in the walls. Down the stairs, which Starchy had stood atop of, was a blackened pool of water with a big, circular slab of stone covered with busted tiles and four tactically placed coffins. Two were upraised on a higher but smaller slab of stone while the other two were placed below them. The coffins were fenced by an ornate black gate, similar to the one outside. It seemed that the Abadeer family had a predilection for the color black, because every coffin and detail that was inside this burial chamber had been shrouded with the dark color.
Carefully, the gravedigger had wobbled down the ruined steps towards the coffins. Upon reaching the gates, he unlatched the small hook device that locked the gate. It swung open with a shuddering screech, stopping halfway when Starchy held it. He took small steps inside and considered every detail of the coffins. The two coffins on the top were similar – both were black with gold décor, even with the dust obstructing it, you could see the fine details that were toiled by great whittlers and wood carvers to etch into what the gravedigger presume was mahogany. The two on the bottom were different – one was black with silver details and the other was black with red details. In between the two coffins on the bottom was a marbled roster with the names of the people inside the coffins.
"What does this read? It's some kind of Latin," the gravedigger squinted, trying to read the foreign words carved into the marble roster.
"Oh! I see some names," he stated, swiping the dirt off the marble and read:
"It says 'ere: 'Hunson Abadeer, Hilda Abadeer, Marceline Abadeer and Marshall Lee Abadeer.' Oh, it's the founder and his family. Maybe I should clean up around 'ere. Respect the dead an' all that," Starchy affirmed, nodding his head and turning around. He walked to the bottom of the steps and heard it – a sound of something being moved.
"Eh, what was tha'?" the gravedigger turned his head, from the top of the stairs to the coffins, but found nothing. Ignoring it, he remembered he was holding the battered teddy bear and tightly gripped onto the aforesaid object.
"Well, all I know is 'at 'ere is a child out 'ere without her sleepin' buddy. I best return it to that poor kid," Starchy stated, a small smile gracing his lips.
"Yes, you should return that to me,"
A deep, husky voice that was not the gravedigger's had resonated through the silent mausoleum, and it had startled the man. He dropped the stuff toy and turned his head. There, he saw a young boy sitting atop the black and silver coffin.
Starchy was, in complete shock and awe, looking at the unknown intruder with unwanted interest. The boy wore a white button up and slightly tight black slacks, his shirt was unbuttoned and sleeves were rolled up. Though the boy sat down, the gravedigger could guess he was very tall – around the height of six feet. His hair, silky and black as the night sky, rolled down to broad and sturdy shoulders. His pale skin glowed with an inhuman like beauty, with absolutely no blemish or flaw that marred it aside from two dark indents that punctured his neck. His face was exquisitely structured, with high cheekbones, and deep set eyes. Every detail sculpted to his face would put Adonis to shame. Even the finest of all artists could not capture what this boy was blessed with.
Seeing the gravedigger's wonderstruck expression, the boy gave a smirk and an upraised eyebrow. He uncrossed his legs and sauntered slowly to the petrified man.
"Is there something wrong?" he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he stopped a foot away from the cowering man.
"Y-you. Where did you come from?" Starchy asked, hugging the teddy bear close to him. The boy noticed and gave the man an evil look, the smirk gone from his face.
"That's not of importance. What is important is that you give that back to me and I will let you go," the boy said, reaching a hand out.
"B-but, I'm not sure it's yers," the gravedigger said, looking at the collar and the tag connected to it. He flipped the tag back and forth, reading "Hambo" on one side. On the other, it took some time to read in the dim, moonlit mausoleum. When he did, he polished the dirt off it. It read: "MLA".
"It's just some initials of a person named 'MLA'," the gravedigger said, startled when the boy closed in.
"Yes – MLA, for 'Marshall Lee Abadeer'. If you are daft enough not to understand, then that's me," he said, grabbing the bear from the man and stuffing it underneath his arm.
Starchy almost fainted in shock. How could he still be alive? The roster stated that the boy died over a thousand years ago.
"N-no. You can't be - !" Starchy stuttered, terrified and unable to move. The boy closed his eyes and shook his head, laughing in disbelief.
"Sir, you have my word when I say I am the son of Hunson Abadeer," he said, gesturing towards the aforesaid man's coffin. "Unfortunately, he was not bitten before he died."
"Bitten? By… by a -?"
"A vampire! What else? She was the last of his kind, whoever she was. She had the nerve to crawl into my bedroom window when I was near death and turned me into this," Marshall motioned to himself, looking at his body with a slight distaste. "I'm the only one left,"
Starchy felt he had enough. He ran back up the stairs, daring not to look back. He almost reached the door – ready to slam it shut behind him and to return to his normal life – when the undead teen beat him to it. He blocked the path as the doors slowly closed behind him.
"Are you not going to stay for dinner?" Marshall questioned, giving him a sardonic saddened expression. Baffled by the seemingly discrete questioned, he muttered out:
"Dinner? But there's no dinner here! Pardon me, my lord, but I have to leave."
Kicking his feet off the ground, the vampire started floating and placed a cold hand on the petrified man's shoulder.
"I'm afraid I can't have you speaking of this to the outside world just yet," he said, a sadistic grin appearing on his face. "As for dinner, dear sir, you are on the menu,"
With that, Marshall had snapped his neck to the side and bit him, sucking out the man's blood.
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For some strange reason, it's supposed to be longer. But I've decided to chop it into smaller bits, so I can have more time to edit it and junk. Wooohooo!