My undead stalker

That Monday, I went to school like any other day. However, this was not going to be a normal day. When I entered my first class, which was English, all eyes turned to me. They all seemed surprised to see me. Kat and John rushed up to me and helped me to my seat. "Dawn, what happened to you the other night? People were in such a rush to get out of there that; we lost you in the crowd. We didn't think you'd gotten out of there in time." Said Kat, in her British accented voice. John was staring at me in disbelief. "I-I ran out too. I looked for you but couldn't find you, so I went home." I lied. This seemed to satisfy them, and they left me alone.

At lunch I sat with my two friends and chatted about music and parties, that I would never get to go to. Today was meatloaf surprise day, so I only bought some tea. I watched my friends eat their food, as I sipped my tea. Then I noticed that Kat was looking at something straight ahead of her with a strange expression on her face. She looked like she'd seen a ghost.

I looked behind me, and there standing in the back of the cafeteria, was a tall man in a dark green trench coat, with a hood covering most of his face, revealing only his pale lips. "Dawn, I think that man is staring at us. Do you know him?" asked Kat, her eyes not moving from the hooded man. "I-I don't know." I watched as the stranger turned and walked out of the cafeteria.

In my pre-calculus class I tried to concentrate on what the teacher was saying, but I couldn't. It was just too boring for me to stand. I began to daydream.

I saw my mother sitting at the small table in the garden, on the roof of our apartment building. She was wearing her favorite violet dress, her short golden curls were still there on her head. She turned around and smiled at me warmly. "Dawn" she cooed. As she spoke my name, I saw a shadowy figure step out into the daylight. It was Davion. True he was even paler than normal and his beautiful green eyes were deep black caverns in his skull, but it was him. Before I could utter a word he grabbed my mother, and violently tore at her throat with his fangs.

I jolted out of the daydream, with such force as to nock my math book off my desk. A few of the kids laughed at me and I slunk down in my seat. Luckily the bell rang for the next class. I was the first one out of there.

My next last class was history, my favorite subject. We were currently learning about European folklore. Today's subject was fairy lore so I really didn't give a flip about the lesson. I ended up doodling for most of the class. Then for some unknown reason, I felt the need to look out the window. I turned my head toward the window at my side. My eyes widened, when I saw him. It was the man in the green hooded coat leaning up against the tall oak tree. I knew who he was now. There was no doubt in my mind.

As soon as the bell rang, I headed out to the oak tree, to meet with my undead stalker.

"What took you so long?" he asked as I approached. He leaned off the tree and put both his feet down on the grass. "Davion what the hell kind of vampire are you? I thought vampires couldn't come out in daylight, without bursting into flames." He smirked and pointed towards the sky, It was a downcast day, the sun was hidden behind layers of gray clouds and it was bitterly cold. "On the contrary, my dear, it all depends of the weather." He explained, his voice drenched in sarcasm. "I may come out during the day for a short amount of time, with my skin covered, on cold, cloudy days, when the sun is out of sight. Of course, expeditions, like this would be out of the question in summer." I looked him up and down, "Does it hurt to be out here?" He uncrossed his arms and put his hands in the pockets of his coat, "A little, it's like a sunburn really. It's bearable." He added with a smile.

He turned away and looked at me from over his shoulder, "Let's go. Day walking takes a lot out of me."

We walked together back to the graveyard. He slowed down his pace, so I could keep up with him. What a gentlemen. When we came to the crypt he stepped out of the way for me to open the door, saying, "he had other ways of entering the place." Whatever that meant. I took out my key and opened the crypt door. We made our way down the spiral staircase, down to the main chamber. I never heard Davion walking behind me but I always knew he was there.

When we came into the main chamber I was met with a big surprise. Davion had done some decorating since the last time I was down there. The place was clear of as much dust and cobwebs as possible and dark red tapestries lined the walls. There was a table, lots of candles, a high-backed chair, and a fully furnished bookshelf as well. The only part not changed was the coffin, which lied at the center of the enormous room. "Where did you get all this stuff?" I asked, still looking around. "Brought them over from my old hideaway." He stated nonchalantly. "Your old hideout is still standing?" I scoffed. He flashed me a brilliant smile, his fangs glistening in the candlelight. "Barely, but yes, it was. These things were in a secret room below ground, where Night Manor once stood." I whirled around, "You actually lived with the Night family?" He nodded, "Yes, and they were the closest thing I've had to a family since I was mortal." His handsome face looked sad and his eyes held a lot of pain, "They were my friends, at least…that's what I thought." I looked away to the floor, "I'm sorry." I said. He waved my sympathy away. I should have known he'd be too proud to except it. "No, it's not your fault. Don't take responsibility for something you had nothing to do with." The sound of his voice broke my heart.

I walked over to the bookshelf and read the titles of all the books I saw, most were about vampire lore, others were history texts and there were some of Shakespeare's works. I didn't see any normal everyday novels. My eyes were drawn to the book near the center of the bookcase. The Bible! I shot him a confused, bewildered look, "Seriously, what kind of vampire are you, Davion?" I asked out loud.

He shook the hood off of his face and gave me an innocent look, "What ever do you mean?" he asked, mockingly. I pointed to the enormous book and glared at him, my lips as straight as a board. "Oh…"he chuckled, flashing another smile, that made my legs go weak. "I am aware of all the legends about us, vampires. Not all of them are true, well…not completely." He moved elegantly to the bookshelf and took the old Bible off the shelf with one hand. He flipped through the pages, as he spoke, "That myth about vampires being afraid of holy objects is not entirely correct It is true for true vampires but not for those who were once human like me." "What do you mean "True" vampires?" I asked, being more confused now than ever.

The corners of Davion's mouth curved downward, the green fire of his eyes was burning holes into the pages of the book. "They are those of us who were never mortal." There was a moment of silence, his eyes grew fiercer as the seconds ticked by, "Monsters." He spat, gritting his teeth in anger. He slammed the Bible shut and shoved it back into place.

I stared in awe of him as he whipped around, his coat whirling behind him as his cape had done. He collapsed angrily in his chair and clasped his hands together, intertwining the fingers, in front of his face. He propped his heavy boots on the table. It was then that my eyes left his glorious face and fully noticed what he was wearing. The coat, the black tee shirt, the boots, everything, I had seen in my father's closet back home. "What the…is that my dad's clothes you're wearing!" I yelled.

He didn't acknowledge me. That really set me off. I hate being ignored. I grabbed his shoulder and jerked it so he would look at me, "Hey I was t…" His eyes were smoldering at me, yet his face remained expressionless. "Never mind, you can have them. Hell, I'll bring you some more if you like." I said politely dusting off his shoulder where I had touched him. I promptly got myself out of there, leaving him to sulk.

Scarlet's hideout-

"Aria is dead." Stated the master vampire coldly. The two-remaining underlings hissed. She looked to Exavier, his eyes were blazing like wild fire. Scarlet's red lips curved into a wicked smile, "you know who did it don't you?" she asked, knowingly.

He glared angrily up at her, his handsome face distorted in anger, "It was Davion." Scarlet's smile vanished instantly and was replaced with a scowl. "Davion!" she shouted. Both the men nodded. Her eyes danced from one to the other, and her hatred for the hero vampire grew and grew util it threatened to consume her.

Scarlet threw her head back and screeched like a banshee at the top of her lungs. Then shot them both a hell fire glare, "FIND HIM! FIND HIM NOW!" she yelled in a horrid yell. They both bowed deeply and flew out of the office at top speed.

The Helsings:

William van Helsing threw on his long brown leather coat over his black battle attire. He placed his wide brimmed hat on his head headed to the armory in his basement.

Maria was already down there, loading her magnum. "Where's Dawn?" he asked, heading to the stake shooting crossbows. "I don't know, she's with her friends I guess." Maria replied, cocking the gun. William got all the necessary gear he would need for that night's extermination, and loaded them into his silver-plated armored vehicle.

"Let's go" he yelled to his wife, who nodded and took off through the woods of foot. William climbed into the battle car and sped off toward the scene of the latest vampire attack.

Helsing Manor:

I waited and waited for him to come to me that night but he never showed. I was afraid I had made him angry with me, though I had no idea what I had done to do so.

The following day was sunny so I knew there was no chance of him showing up at school. I passed like a ghost through the day. I was lost in a depressing fog. I knew that Davion was a vampire but when I wasn't around him, I just didn't feel right. Could it be that I missed him?