Chapter 3 1962 London
Cold and lonely. The only 2 words that could discribe her.
"Merrill silly, stop throwing your blankets on the floor" Merrill's mother chimed as
she walked into the room.
"I'm not a little kid mom! I'll deal" Merrill said both angrily and sleepily.
"Merrill, honey, don't be like that" her mother said as she sat on the side of her
daughters bed.
Only 2 weeks ago, Merrill's parents had got a divorce. Merrill's mother got custody of
everything.
"Mom, I didn't ask to live with you. The courts decided that. So stop treating me like
I chose you over dad!" Merrill argued. She held a hatred against her mother ever since the
divorce.
Merrill's mother left the room teary eyed and sniffling.
Merrill was 18.
Life for her was hard. She wasn't the most popular girl. She was bugged alot at school.
She had never had a real boyfriend either. Occasionally she faked sick so she didn't have to go.
Her mother always seemed to believe her. Either that or she didn't want to argue.
Merrill crawled out of bed and got dressed. Today was one of those days she faked sick.
A big test was being held in Science. She didn't study or anything. So she thought she would
skip it.
"Mom, I'm going out" Merrill called to her mother as she went through the back door,
slamming it behind her.
Merrill's mother almost felt like calling for her to take a jacket. But she didn't want
Merrill to become even more upset with her.
It was already dark outside. Merrill had spent the entire day in her room. She wandered
down a street that had very few street lights. The dark made her feel more at home, more...
intact. It kept her sane. She heard a soft but forceful growl as she reached the middle of the
street. She spun around quickly, but saw nothing. She continued down the street. Until she heard
it again.
"Who's there?" she demanded.
No answer.
"Show yourself!" Merrill demanded again.
"Alright" someone replied.
A large shadowy figure merged out of the shadows. It's eyes seemed to reflect the light,
like a cat's.
"Who are you?" Merrill asked sternly. She didn't feel like putting up with any crap. She
had enough of that at home.
"You are very demanding for someone so young. For one who has not seen the world" the
stranger replied in a well cultured voice.
"What if I am?" Merrill retorted.
"The you will soon change your ways" the stranger said in a deep tone.
The stranger stepped into the light with a soft growl. His eyes were red as blood and
seemed to hypnotise there on lookers. And was Merrill seeing right? Because she could have sworn
she saw fangs in the corners of his mouth.
He took a step forward to Merrill. She turned to run away, but the firgure was already
infront of her. Merrill tried to scream but the stranger cupped his hand over her mouth.
"I will give you a new respect for life. Everything about you will change. Your family
and friends will become a thing of the past" the stranger said as he leaned closer to her.
"Is this what you want?" he asked her quietly.
As stubborn and partly scared as she was, she liked the idea of leaving her family. She
didn't really have any friends, so there wasn't much for her too loose. So she nodded her head
slowly. She had no clue what was going to happen. How could he offer her something so grand
without killing her.
"So... what are you going to do?" Merrill asked softly after a long pause.
"Close your eyes" the stranger smiled.
Merrill hesitated and sighed for a second. Then closed her eyes.
She heard a soft growl like she did before and felt an enormous amount of pain on her
neck. She tried to scream or move but nothing happened. She body felt useless.
"What's going on?" Merrill wondered as she paniced. She felt as if her life was drifting
away. Everything was going black. Then she passed out.
* * *
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, to mourn the loss, of Merrill Young".
* * *
The night after her death was quiet. It was a cool fall night. Leave scattered the ground
and a small pile of them gathered around her grave. The silence was soon disrupted by the sound
of cracking wood. The dirt on Merrill's grave shook. As the ground shook a hand shot up through
the thick mud...
Cold and lonely. The only 2 words that could discribe her.
"Merrill silly, stop throwing your blankets on the floor" Merrill's mother chimed as
she walked into the room.
"I'm not a little kid mom! I'll deal" Merrill said both angrily and sleepily.
"Merrill, honey, don't be like that" her mother said as she sat on the side of her
daughters bed.
Only 2 weeks ago, Merrill's parents had got a divorce. Merrill's mother got custody of
everything.
"Mom, I didn't ask to live with you. The courts decided that. So stop treating me like
I chose you over dad!" Merrill argued. She held a hatred against her mother ever since the
divorce.
Merrill's mother left the room teary eyed and sniffling.
Merrill was 18.
Life for her was hard. She wasn't the most popular girl. She was bugged alot at school.
She had never had a real boyfriend either. Occasionally she faked sick so she didn't have to go.
Her mother always seemed to believe her. Either that or she didn't want to argue.
Merrill crawled out of bed and got dressed. Today was one of those days she faked sick.
A big test was being held in Science. She didn't study or anything. So she thought she would
skip it.
"Mom, I'm going out" Merrill called to her mother as she went through the back door,
slamming it behind her.
Merrill's mother almost felt like calling for her to take a jacket. But she didn't want
Merrill to become even more upset with her.
It was already dark outside. Merrill had spent the entire day in her room. She wandered
down a street that had very few street lights. The dark made her feel more at home, more...
intact. It kept her sane. She heard a soft but forceful growl as she reached the middle of the
street. She spun around quickly, but saw nothing. She continued down the street. Until she heard
it again.
"Who's there?" she demanded.
No answer.
"Show yourself!" Merrill demanded again.
"Alright" someone replied.
A large shadowy figure merged out of the shadows. It's eyes seemed to reflect the light,
like a cat's.
"Who are you?" Merrill asked sternly. She didn't feel like putting up with any crap. She
had enough of that at home.
"You are very demanding for someone so young. For one who has not seen the world" the
stranger replied in a well cultured voice.
"What if I am?" Merrill retorted.
"The you will soon change your ways" the stranger said in a deep tone.
The stranger stepped into the light with a soft growl. His eyes were red as blood and
seemed to hypnotise there on lookers. And was Merrill seeing right? Because she could have sworn
she saw fangs in the corners of his mouth.
He took a step forward to Merrill. She turned to run away, but the firgure was already
infront of her. Merrill tried to scream but the stranger cupped his hand over her mouth.
"I will give you a new respect for life. Everything about you will change. Your family
and friends will become a thing of the past" the stranger said as he leaned closer to her.
"Is this what you want?" he asked her quietly.
As stubborn and partly scared as she was, she liked the idea of leaving her family. She
didn't really have any friends, so there wasn't much for her too loose. So she nodded her head
slowly. She had no clue what was going to happen. How could he offer her something so grand
without killing her.
"So... what are you going to do?" Merrill asked softly after a long pause.
"Close your eyes" the stranger smiled.
Merrill hesitated and sighed for a second. Then closed her eyes.
She heard a soft growl like she did before and felt an enormous amount of pain on her
neck. She tried to scream or move but nothing happened. She body felt useless.
"What's going on?" Merrill wondered as she paniced. She felt as if her life was drifting
away. Everything was going black. Then she passed out.
* * *
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, to mourn the loss, of Merrill Young".
* * *
The night after her death was quiet. It was a cool fall night. Leave scattered the ground
and a small pile of them gathered around her grave. The silence was soon disrupted by the sound
of cracking wood. The dirt on Merrill's grave shook. As the ground shook a hand shot up through
the thick mud...
