Chapter One
Mysterious Stranger
By
Son Of Evil
I was walking down the street. It was 9:30 p.m. I was on my way home, and decided to cut across the park. There was someone on the swings. I glanced at whoever it was, but it was too dark to get a good look. All I could make out was a shape, and that that shape was male. He just sat there swinging softly. I looked away and walked on.
As I neared the end of the park, I felt cold hands around my neck. I spun around, and found myself facing the guy on the swings.
"What the hell do you think yer doin'?!" I yelled, jerking out of his grip. I threw a punch at his face, but he jerked his head back, making me miss. I did a roundhouse to his chest, and the basted blocked it. Whoever he was, he was fast. Didn't exactly help my confidence.
"You know martial arts," he said. He sounded more curious than scared, and he had a thick accent I couldn't place. Southern or Eastern Europe I think. And I do actually do martial arts. Wud-Ru karate.
"Yeah, and I'm nearly a black belt," I said. It was a down right lie, but he wouldn't know that. I'm only on my third belt.
He smiled. "Liar." Then again, I could be wrong.
"Oh, and you're some kind of expert?" I mocked. I was scared, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
"I did it for a few decades. About seventy years or so."
Seventy years? I decided to be really careful about him. The guy was obviously a nutter.
"I like you," he said, smiling.
"Wish I could say the same," I muttered under my breath.
His smile got wider. 'No way he could of heard that,' I thought. Hell, I'd said it so quiet I could barely hear it!
"You have a strong spirit. You'll make a good addition to my little family," he said. This guy was really creeping me out. "Tell me. How do you like the idea of eternal life?"
I backed away. The guy was obviously 100% insane.
He took a few steps towards me. "Answer me," he said. That irritating smile never left his lips. "Would you like the dark gift of immortality?"
I started to think this was one of those freaks that were obsessed with vampires, which also made me wonder if the accent was put on.
I took another step back. "No offence, mate, but you're off your rocker. I mean, I know Anne Rice said the Vampire Chronicles were biographies, but really, it's just fiction."
His smile got wider. The smile alone was enough to made me want to smash my fist into his face. "What makes you think I'm copying from Anne Rice?" He asked. He sounded like he thought I was funny.
He also reeked of arrogance.
"I've read her books. That's what she calls vampirism."
I was walking slowly backwards while we spoke. I was hoping to get to the road and get some help. Maybe a straight jacket for this wacko.
"So you like vampires? That's good. Perhaps that will make what I'm going to do to you easier. Although I dout it."
Suddenly, he was right in front of me! I don't know how. He didn't walk. He didn't run. At least, not that I could see. He was just there.
Before I could run or scream, he wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed, cutting of my air supply. He did it so hard my mouth opened and my tongue actually slipped out. I looked into his eyes, and suddenly I knew I was going to die. He was going to kill me, and he was going to enjoy it.
I started struggling like a madman. I felt nothing but pure terror. He shook me like a rag doll, and slapped me. Hard. So hard I almost fell unconscious. I couldn't believe how strong he was. I mean, he wasn't exactly the Incredible Hulk, y'know? Even with drugs, a guy this skinny shouldn't be able to do this.
My terror must have shown on my face, because he laughed. I could tell the psychopath was getting off on it. It made me sick.
Suddenly, his face changed! I froze. I tried to convince myself I was hallucinating from lack of air. His eyes turned yellow, and he growled. It sounded like a tiger. He grinned, and I saw that each one of his top teeth had turned fang-like. I tried to scream, put I couldn't get enough air, and started choking.
"Shhh," he cooed. He radiated false sympathy. He trailed a finger across my cheek, and it felt like it he'd brought a knife too it. He brought his finger back, and I saw that it was stained with my blood. I couldn't believe it! His nails were razor sharp!
My terror grew. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode!
'WAKE UP!' My mind screamed. 'Oh god, please wake up. I've had enough of this dream.' But I knew I wasn't dreaming. I just knew it.
Before my frantic mind could have another thought, the vampire.yes, I was starting to believe he really was a vampire.lunged at my neck. I felt searing hot pain as he sunk his fangs into my neck.
I could feel him sucking the blood out of me. The more he drank, the faster my heart beat, trying to keep up with the blood loss. But, as he continued drinking, my heart stared too slow. I actually felt the life slipping away from me. And, strangely, the fear was slowly slipping away from me.
I felt my heart slowing, slowing, and finally.stop. There was no bright white light, no soft voices beckoning me forward. I briefly wounded if religious people felt cheated.
I got a vague feeling of pain, but it felt far off, like it was someone else's. Strange.
I was dimly aware of someone forcing my mouth open, and dripping hot liquid in it.
Suddenly, I felt like I was being burned alive from the inside out. I started gasping for air, and I think I spazzed out.
I felt someone shaking me. "Damn it! Listen to me, boy!" The guy talking grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him. He pressed his wrist to my mouth. I realised he was trying to make me drink his blood. I turned my head away, and felt myself slipping into unconsciousness again.
He muttered something in his own language. It sounded like he was swearing. "Listen to me. Focus, damn it!" He slapped me. "If you do not drink, you will die! Do you hear me, boy?! YOU WILL DIE!!!!"
He forced his wrist to my mouth again, and this time I was too weak to resist. A few drops slid down my throat, and suddenly my eyes snapped open! Something about this guy's blood.
All of a sudden, I was sucking for all I was worth. I can't describe exactly how it felt, only that it was incredible. It felt like I was drinking pure power!
As I felt myself becoming more desperate for the blood, it was ripped away from me. I reached out franticly, blindly, trying to get it back.
The vampire whispered softly into my ear. "That is enough." He let go of me and I fell to the floor. I'd forgotten he was holding me up. I reached out feebly, and made a pathetic little mewing sound, desperate for more of his blood.
I reached for him, but he kicked my hand away laughing. "Do not worry, child. Soon you will have all the blood you want." His voice sounded far away, and my eyes clouded over. I grew still, but this time I didn't slip into unconsciousness. I died.
The last thing I remember was feeling something leave me. And, looking back, I wonder.was that my soul?
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Mysterious Stranger
By
Son Of Evil
I was walking down the street. It was 9:30 p.m. I was on my way home, and decided to cut across the park. There was someone on the swings. I glanced at whoever it was, but it was too dark to get a good look. All I could make out was a shape, and that that shape was male. He just sat there swinging softly. I looked away and walked on.
As I neared the end of the park, I felt cold hands around my neck. I spun around, and found myself facing the guy on the swings.
"What the hell do you think yer doin'?!" I yelled, jerking out of his grip. I threw a punch at his face, but he jerked his head back, making me miss. I did a roundhouse to his chest, and the basted blocked it. Whoever he was, he was fast. Didn't exactly help my confidence.
"You know martial arts," he said. He sounded more curious than scared, and he had a thick accent I couldn't place. Southern or Eastern Europe I think. And I do actually do martial arts. Wud-Ru karate.
"Yeah, and I'm nearly a black belt," I said. It was a down right lie, but he wouldn't know that. I'm only on my third belt.
He smiled. "Liar." Then again, I could be wrong.
"Oh, and you're some kind of expert?" I mocked. I was scared, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
"I did it for a few decades. About seventy years or so."
Seventy years? I decided to be really careful about him. The guy was obviously a nutter.
"I like you," he said, smiling.
"Wish I could say the same," I muttered under my breath.
His smile got wider. 'No way he could of heard that,' I thought. Hell, I'd said it so quiet I could barely hear it!
"You have a strong spirit. You'll make a good addition to my little family," he said. This guy was really creeping me out. "Tell me. How do you like the idea of eternal life?"
I backed away. The guy was obviously 100% insane.
He took a few steps towards me. "Answer me," he said. That irritating smile never left his lips. "Would you like the dark gift of immortality?"
I started to think this was one of those freaks that were obsessed with vampires, which also made me wonder if the accent was put on.
I took another step back. "No offence, mate, but you're off your rocker. I mean, I know Anne Rice said the Vampire Chronicles were biographies, but really, it's just fiction."
His smile got wider. The smile alone was enough to made me want to smash my fist into his face. "What makes you think I'm copying from Anne Rice?" He asked. He sounded like he thought I was funny.
He also reeked of arrogance.
"I've read her books. That's what she calls vampirism."
I was walking slowly backwards while we spoke. I was hoping to get to the road and get some help. Maybe a straight jacket for this wacko.
"So you like vampires? That's good. Perhaps that will make what I'm going to do to you easier. Although I dout it."
Suddenly, he was right in front of me! I don't know how. He didn't walk. He didn't run. At least, not that I could see. He was just there.
Before I could run or scream, he wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed, cutting of my air supply. He did it so hard my mouth opened and my tongue actually slipped out. I looked into his eyes, and suddenly I knew I was going to die. He was going to kill me, and he was going to enjoy it.
I started struggling like a madman. I felt nothing but pure terror. He shook me like a rag doll, and slapped me. Hard. So hard I almost fell unconscious. I couldn't believe how strong he was. I mean, he wasn't exactly the Incredible Hulk, y'know? Even with drugs, a guy this skinny shouldn't be able to do this.
My terror must have shown on my face, because he laughed. I could tell the psychopath was getting off on it. It made me sick.
Suddenly, his face changed! I froze. I tried to convince myself I was hallucinating from lack of air. His eyes turned yellow, and he growled. It sounded like a tiger. He grinned, and I saw that each one of his top teeth had turned fang-like. I tried to scream, put I couldn't get enough air, and started choking.
"Shhh," he cooed. He radiated false sympathy. He trailed a finger across my cheek, and it felt like it he'd brought a knife too it. He brought his finger back, and I saw that it was stained with my blood. I couldn't believe it! His nails were razor sharp!
My terror grew. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode!
'WAKE UP!' My mind screamed. 'Oh god, please wake up. I've had enough of this dream.' But I knew I wasn't dreaming. I just knew it.
Before my frantic mind could have another thought, the vampire.yes, I was starting to believe he really was a vampire.lunged at my neck. I felt searing hot pain as he sunk his fangs into my neck.
I could feel him sucking the blood out of me. The more he drank, the faster my heart beat, trying to keep up with the blood loss. But, as he continued drinking, my heart stared too slow. I actually felt the life slipping away from me. And, strangely, the fear was slowly slipping away from me.
I felt my heart slowing, slowing, and finally.stop. There was no bright white light, no soft voices beckoning me forward. I briefly wounded if religious people felt cheated.
I got a vague feeling of pain, but it felt far off, like it was someone else's. Strange.
I was dimly aware of someone forcing my mouth open, and dripping hot liquid in it.
Suddenly, I felt like I was being burned alive from the inside out. I started gasping for air, and I think I spazzed out.
I felt someone shaking me. "Damn it! Listen to me, boy!" The guy talking grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him. He pressed his wrist to my mouth. I realised he was trying to make me drink his blood. I turned my head away, and felt myself slipping into unconsciousness again.
He muttered something in his own language. It sounded like he was swearing. "Listen to me. Focus, damn it!" He slapped me. "If you do not drink, you will die! Do you hear me, boy?! YOU WILL DIE!!!!"
He forced his wrist to my mouth again, and this time I was too weak to resist. A few drops slid down my throat, and suddenly my eyes snapped open! Something about this guy's blood.
All of a sudden, I was sucking for all I was worth. I can't describe exactly how it felt, only that it was incredible. It felt like I was drinking pure power!
As I felt myself becoming more desperate for the blood, it was ripped away from me. I reached out franticly, blindly, trying to get it back.
The vampire whispered softly into my ear. "That is enough." He let go of me and I fell to the floor. I'd forgotten he was holding me up. I reached out feebly, and made a pathetic little mewing sound, desperate for more of his blood.
I reached for him, but he kicked my hand away laughing. "Do not worry, child. Soon you will have all the blood you want." His voice sounded far away, and my eyes clouded over. I grew still, but this time I didn't slip into unconsciousness. I died.
The last thing I remember was feeling something leave me. And, looking back, I wonder.was that my soul?
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