Out of the silence of the night comes a piercing scream. The taste of
copper filled it's mouth as it tore at its victims throat. The scream
turned to a slight whimpering as its prey began to lose consciousness. He
was pretty. Thoughts danced through its mind as it pictured the boy as he
was, before it got to him. It met him at the local carnival. He looked
mighty tasty then, but little had it known how well he actually would
taste.
The body went lose as the creature drank the last drop of blood. It loved power, craved it. /No!/ Screamed the voice in its head. Its vision began to fade. The last vision it had was of its boy soaked in red underneath the moonlit sky.
The alter ego had pushed its way forward and had regained control of its body. It opened its eyes and looked at the carnage the other had left behind. A wave of guilt crossed over its face. How had it let /him/ get control again? It wished the other could be controlled. Still how could it control /him/ when it alone knew little. What, or rather, who was it? Who was this other that periodically takes over? Why is it here?
A tear slowly ran down its face. It hated itself. It rose and brushed the dirt and leaves off of its pants. Sighing, it bent down and pick up the corpse lying on the ground. The river was not far; it could weight the body and throw him in the river. The body was weightless in its arms. The full feeding had resulted in a tremendous amount of power. Running quickly now, so fast that a human eye would not detect, the creature was at the river within seconds. Finding a large rock near the bank of the river, it tore a piece of cloth off of the boy's shirt. Tying the now loose piece of cloth around the boy's foot and the other end around the rock, it threw the rock into the river and watched as it pulled the body down along with it.
It was tired; the overabundance of blood was flowing through its veins and made it quite sleepy. It enjoyed sleep because it allowed for pleasant dreams, well shattered pieces of its past that it hoped would give it some understanding as to why its here. Why /he's/ here too.
It found itself outside the Fell's gravesite and walked inside. It had made a comfortable home here. Two blankets were in the corner of the tomb, it laid down and covered itself up. It wondered what dreams the sleep would bring today or if in sleep it would allow the other to take over. It never knew.
***
/A third body was found today; it is believed that this attack is related to the other two bodies found just earlier this week. Jon Bates was a student at Robert E. Lee High School. His body was found lying on the banks of the river 5 miles down from the cemetery. The cause of death was an attack to the throat and loss of blood. If anyone has any information regarding this or any of the other recent, please contact local authorities. Counselors will be present at the high school on Monday to counsel grieving students./
Bonnie turned off the television. Another victim was found all three had had their throats ripped open. The recent attacks brought back memories from her own high school days. Was the past repeating itself?
Bonnie stood up and looked in the mirror. Her face looked long and her eyes showed signs of fear. Her children were now high schoolers, what kind of protection could she offer against this evil lurking in their town?
She knew that the only protection she could offer was to call Elena. Elena she knew would take care of the situation, she always did. Plus, it would give her a chance to see her old friend again.
Bonnie picked up the phone and dialed Elena's number and heard the familiarity of her friend's voice in the phone.
The body went lose as the creature drank the last drop of blood. It loved power, craved it. /No!/ Screamed the voice in its head. Its vision began to fade. The last vision it had was of its boy soaked in red underneath the moonlit sky.
The alter ego had pushed its way forward and had regained control of its body. It opened its eyes and looked at the carnage the other had left behind. A wave of guilt crossed over its face. How had it let /him/ get control again? It wished the other could be controlled. Still how could it control /him/ when it alone knew little. What, or rather, who was it? Who was this other that periodically takes over? Why is it here?
A tear slowly ran down its face. It hated itself. It rose and brushed the dirt and leaves off of its pants. Sighing, it bent down and pick up the corpse lying on the ground. The river was not far; it could weight the body and throw him in the river. The body was weightless in its arms. The full feeding had resulted in a tremendous amount of power. Running quickly now, so fast that a human eye would not detect, the creature was at the river within seconds. Finding a large rock near the bank of the river, it tore a piece of cloth off of the boy's shirt. Tying the now loose piece of cloth around the boy's foot and the other end around the rock, it threw the rock into the river and watched as it pulled the body down along with it.
It was tired; the overabundance of blood was flowing through its veins and made it quite sleepy. It enjoyed sleep because it allowed for pleasant dreams, well shattered pieces of its past that it hoped would give it some understanding as to why its here. Why /he's/ here too.
It found itself outside the Fell's gravesite and walked inside. It had made a comfortable home here. Two blankets were in the corner of the tomb, it laid down and covered itself up. It wondered what dreams the sleep would bring today or if in sleep it would allow the other to take over. It never knew.
***
/A third body was found today; it is believed that this attack is related to the other two bodies found just earlier this week. Jon Bates was a student at Robert E. Lee High School. His body was found lying on the banks of the river 5 miles down from the cemetery. The cause of death was an attack to the throat and loss of blood. If anyone has any information regarding this or any of the other recent, please contact local authorities. Counselors will be present at the high school on Monday to counsel grieving students./
Bonnie turned off the television. Another victim was found all three had had their throats ripped open. The recent attacks brought back memories from her own high school days. Was the past repeating itself?
Bonnie stood up and looked in the mirror. Her face looked long and her eyes showed signs of fear. Her children were now high schoolers, what kind of protection could she offer against this evil lurking in their town?
She knew that the only protection she could offer was to call Elena. Elena she knew would take care of the situation, she always did. Plus, it would give her a chance to see her old friend again.
Bonnie picked up the phone and dialed Elena's number and heard the familiarity of her friend's voice in the phone.