Chapter one- night terrors
Come to me now little one...
Ulrich shivered.
You belong to me, your blood is my blood, your soul is my soul, your mind... my nourishment.
Ulrich felt as though he had been plummeted into ice cold water. He heard a dark chuckle somewhere in the darkness.
obey my call little mortal.
Suddenly, a set of massive jaws opened and Ulrich open and begin to suck him in.
Ulrich... Ulrich....
The jaws snapped shut.
"Ulrich!"
Ulrich awoke with a start. His creative literature teacher was standing over him, looking concerned.
"You were asleep." he said.
"Thank god." Ulrich gasped.
"What?"
"Nothing..." Ulrich said quickly.
He looked around the abandoned classroom. The bell had rang quite sometime ago.
"I- I'd better go." He said jamming books into his bag.
He started for the door.
"Ulrich?" His teacher called. "Your term paper?"
Shit
"Uh, about that Professor West... I was wondering if, if i could-"
"Get an extension?"
"...Yeah."
Profesor West sighed and took off his glasses. He started to clean them with a soft cloth.
"Ulrich, Ulrich, Ulrich. What are we going to do with you? I remember the day you came to my office and asked to join the class. Said you needed the extra credits. A week later you quit the soccer team and started working on a full english scholarship. You father was so proud. Not to mention-"
He stopped himself.
"Not to mention Jack." He said finally.
Ulrich said nothing. The mere mention of his brother made his blood turn cold.
"I know your brothers passing shook up your family. I mean suicide, him. I almost didn't believe it."
"He didn't kill himself." Ulrich said quietly.
The profesor didn't seem to hear him.
''But that was six months ago. You have to move on. Your grades depend on it."
"Yes sir." Ulrich mumbled.
"But in view of the circumstances, I'll give you the extension. You have till the end of Spring break to finish your paper. No longer."
"Yes sir. Thank you."
Ulrich turned and left the classroom, the dark voice still laughing in his head.