just a little thing to celebrate Halloween. i got the idea from all the vampire fics I have read and i wanted to write one also.
"This place is too spooky," the boy with the white hair mumbled against the biting cold. The air was so chilled that when he breathed out his breathe created a fine mist that shimmered in the half light of dusk. The sun was very nearly gone and the stars had begun to appear a while ago.
The boy, Allen, was making his way home from working late at college. He had been writing his final essay for English and he had only just noticed the shadows permeating throughout he classroom. He left the essay on the teachers desk and left in a hurry with his stomach grumbling hungrily.
His footsteps crunched on the hard, frozen ground as he stepped quietly through an overgrown graveyard. The place was dark, and eerily silent. There was no bird song or any wind. Everything was still.
Allen had chosen to pass through the graveyard as it offered a shortcut home to his home he shared with his guardian, Cross, who at this moment was likely at the pub, drinking until late. It was Halloween and Cross would enjoy the night better with the holiday occasions.
Allen looked around warily, casting his eyes on the numerous Victorian tomb stones that could offer excellent cover for anyone to hide behind. That thought made chills run down the timid boys spine. He wanted to leave this place so he picked up the pace. He speed walked past twisted trees that appeared as if they where trying to free themselves from a poisonous earth and their limbs twisted painfully towards the sky.
Suddenly a shriek pierced the air. Allen stopped to listen, his nerves acting like live wires to his brain. The sound carried on and there was a flutter accompanying it. Allen was breathing out quickly, his heartbeat going AWOL. It was as if anything that could happen would make it jump out of his chest.
There was a loud thump coming from the direction of the sad looking church. The thump made Allen scream out, then he began to run. He ran towards the gate, but before he could get there he slipped on a bit of wet mud that had not yet managed to dry. Allen landed on the ground with a painful thud that sent shock waves through his body.
Allen recovered himself and managed to painfully get up off the ground. During the process off dusting himself down, (which was difficult due to the mud being wet) Allen stopped to listen. He could hear footsteps, soft ones that where getting closer and closer. Allen could hear his heartbeat in his ears, the blood pumping speedily through his veins. He turned around but saw nothing but the creeping shadows of the trees and tombstones. Allen breathed out, nerves still on edge.
Suddenly he could feel a hand covering his mouth and a strong pair of arms surrounding him, preventing the scared teen from bolting out of the churchyard gates. Allen was scared out of his wits and could not move, let alone struggle.
"Hey there cutie, it's a bit late for a pretty little thing like you to be wondering about." The voice was barely containing its excitement. Allen could feel the person breathe close to his ear and it sent cold shivers to zoom through his body.
"How about I take you home where you can warm yourself up."
Allen could not even protest as the stranger seemed to lift off the ground without the aid of wings. Allen felt his stomach drop and he started to panic. He started to struggle then, trying to pry the arms from around himself.
"Hey, if you don't want me to drop you," the kidnapper placed his hand in front of Allen's silver eyes. Allen could feel them start to droop without his control. It was only a few seconds until he could feel his consciousness begin to slip, but he heard one last thing before he did.
"Sleep now, and when you wake up, you will not be able to leave our side."
