Chapter 12

Sunday, December 22nd

1l: 33 P. M.

Marty awoke suddenly from a sound sleep. He had a very uneasy feeling, for some reason. He felt like there was danger approaching. Worried, he got out of bed (in his pjs, for once) and went towards the front door to make sure everything was okay.

Doc, Mystie, and Jennifer were there, in front of the TV. "Hi," Marty said quietly, giving Jennifer a quick kiss. "You guys feel it too, huh?"

Doc nodded. "Someone's nearby. And, judging from the smell, it's vampires."

Jennifer shivered. "I'm scared half to death and I don't know why." She and Marty slid close to one another.

"Then they're definitely soulless vampires. Souled vampires wouldn't make you feel like that," Mysteria said. "I think we just found out who Biff sent us."

"Should we wake the rest of my family?" Marty asked. Doc nodded, eyes riveted to the front door. Marty went to the basement door and knocked. "Yo, Dave!" he called. "Wake up, bro!"

Dave grumpily opened the door. "What is it? I need time to recover from tonight's news," he complained.

"We've got company. Go wake up Mom, Dad, and Linda."

Dave got the message and headed for the back of the house. Marty and Jennifer went into the kitchen and armed themselves with knives. Doc and Mysteria kept listening to the vampires' approach.

"They're moving at roughly 5 miles per minute, and they're about 3 miles away," Doc reported as the teens joined them. "Whatever you decide to do, stay close to us. And don't let them cooperate!"

"Don't worry," Jennifer whispered, feeling her uneasiness grow. Her fingers tightened on the knife she held. Mystie patted her on the back.

The rest of the McFlys entered, sleepy and scared. Mysteria herded them into the little kitchen and told them to arm themselves with "the heaviest pots and pans you can hold." They did so, huddling as close together as possible.

For 2 tense minutes, they all waited. Then there was a loud scratching noise at the front door. Marty turned absurdly pale. In his mind, he was back at the lake, Sucker getting ready to choke the life from him.

Doc slid his arm around Marty. "You can fight back this time," he reminded his friend mentally. "Don't forget that." Gulping, Marty nodded.

Suddenly, the doorknob jiggled. Everyone froze, holding their breath. Voices filtered into the house. "Open the door!"

"Locked, you idiot!" another voice, female, hissed. "Where key?"

"Biff said under the mat," a new male voice said. George had never been more grateful he had changed its location after Biff's late night drop-in.

There was a rustling as the mat was lifted. "Not here!" the female voice snapped.

"Maybe we should look for that other one," a new female voice suggested. "Daniel, or whatever his name is." David pressed tighter into the group in the kitchen, his terror level zooming.

"What's the point?" asked the first voice.

"One McFly, we're toast," the first female reminded him.

"We can torture it out of the others," a new voice purred. Everyone shuddered. "Janelle, why don't you break a window?"

"Good idea!" A moment later, the rightmost of the McFlys' small door windows shattered. A pale hand with long claws reached in and felt for the doorknob. Doc's eyes began to glow with rage.

Janelle got the door unlocked. It flew open to reveal 5 soulless vampires- 3 males, 2 females. Judging from their eyes, all were hungry and ready to kill. They hissed at the foursome and charged.

Both vampires vamped out to deal with the threat. Doc grabbed one of the males and immediately ripped into his throat. Mysteria slammed one into the floor. Marty and Jennifer got out of the way, dodging a lunge by Janelle.

The male Doc had attacked suddenly broke free. He angrily jabbed his nails into Doc's stomach. Doc held back a cry of pain and punched it as hard as he could. The soulless vampire punched back just as hard.

As they fought, another soulless vampire snuck up behind Doc. Marty, feeling a rush of anger, tossed aside his wimpy knife and picked up a heavy lamp. As he was about to spring, Marty bashed the lamp into his head. The skull cracked open, and one vampire was down for the count.

The second female walked over to the kitchen, sniffing the air. Linda squeaked as the McFly's got their first look at a soulless vampire. The female turned and spotted them, her fangs gaping from her jaw. Lorraine, the nearest to her, swung her iron pan into her leg. She yowled and stepped back, her right leg bent at a funny angle. Jennifer ran over and stabbed her knife into her back. The soulless vampire yowled again and tried to pull it out.

Doc picked up Marty's discarded knife and grabbed the soulless vampire he was fighting in a headlock. "I hate your kind," he hissed, slicing off his head. The body made a feeble attempt to grab him, then fell helpless to the floor. Doc tossed the head away and went to help Mysteria.

Janelle grabbed Marty in a bear hug. Marty pulled free and, one-handed, lifted her off the floor by her throat. She kicked and scratched at him, confused as to how a human could be doing this to her. "You should go to hell," Marty growled. "And I'm gonna take you there personally." Still one-handed, he flung her against the door.

Mysteria finally managed to impale her soulless vampire with a chair leg. She and Doc glanced around, trying to account for the last 2 vampires.

Jennifer retrieved her knife and stuck it into the heart of the vampire with the broken leg. She twisted and moved it around as much as she could, destroying the heart muscle. She fell too.

Janelle made her move. She leapt into the kitchen from the non-open side, ready to kill all inside.

Dave stood up with his pan. "By the way, my name's David," he snapped, swinging the pan like a baseball bat into her head. A moment later she was slumped over the breakfast bar. The fight was over.

Linda covered her mouth. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"You're not the only one," Jennifer whimpered, an interesting shade of green. Mysteria comforted her as best she could.

"I'm sure I feel the worst," Doc said, gazing at the carnage. "I'm nauseous, but I also have hunger pangs."

"I just hope I can clean all the blood up," Lorraine whispered, also staring. "It looks like Norman Bates has been living here."

"We'll all help, Mom," Marty promised.

George surveyed the bloody scene, then looked at Doc. "Well? What now?"

Monday, December 23rd, 1985

Hill Valley, California

12: 49 A. M.

"I can't believe we're doing this!"

The group was trekking along the deserted Hill Valley streets, led by Doc and Mystie. After thoroughly cleaning up the blood and guts, they had loaded the 'corpses' into a bag. They were currently dragging this bag to the crematorium, while looking out for the police. Tensions were running high, understandably.

"We're gonna get caught, we're gonna get caught, we're gonna get caught," Linda repeated fearfully, looking all around.

"We're not gonna get caught," Jennifer told her forcefully. "They can handle the police. They can hypnotize people, remember?"

"We've got 5 soulless vampires in a bag," Dave mumbled. "Vampires we killed. What happens if their friends show up? I'll never be able to go back to my apartment again."

"Don't stress. Soulless vampires don't have friends," Marty assured him, helping Jennifer lug along the sack.

"That was so disgusting," Lorraine shivered. "I sincerely hope we never need to do that again."

"Well, with any luck, Biff will be wary of sending more vampires over to kill us," George said, looking around again.

"You don't have to remember it, you know," Mysteria commented, looking back. "Emmett and I can make you forget."

"Actually, I don't want to forget," Dave said. "It won't be my most cherished memory, but I still want to remember it. So I'll know what to do if we're attacked again." The rest of the family nodded. Mystie shrugged.

They reached the crematorium with no problems. Doc and Mysteria took the bag inside as the McFlys and Jennifer waited outside. A few moments later, the vampires exited. "We'll return in 2 hours to retrieve the ashes," Doc said.

"Do they-scream?" Lorraine asked.

"They're in healing comas. They don't feel a thing." Doc let out a long sigh. "I'm glad that's over with. How are all of you?"

"Tired," George admitted.

"Grossed out, but happy to be alive," Dave said, giving Doc a hug.

"Actively waiting for Christmas so I can replace this memory with that," Jennifer said with a weak grin. Mystie patted her arm.

"Let's head back home. I'm sure you all want some sleep," she said as they turned around.

"Sleep! I'll never sleep again," Linda said empathetically. Then she had a thought. "Unless one of you can help me in that department."

"So far, the failure rate of one of us putting a human to sleep has been 0%," Doc said. "We'll be glad to help you out." They huddled together, bonded by their fight with the soulless vampires.