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Aubrey awoke to the sound of the downstairs door closing. As usual his father was home late and probably drunk by the sounds of it. He rolled over not wanting to get up and check on him. It had been a hard night. After the fire was out he'd come home and fell into bed his body exhausted but his mind not wanting to sleep. He had lain awake for lord only knows how long he couldn't get the sight of the girl's body out of his head. She had been so young, so little, so innocent. He closed his eyes willing sleep to take over but after a moment he realized it was useless. Standing a stretching he reached for a pair of pants pulling on his black ridding ones he stumbled downstairs.

It was almost pitch black, mother had extinguished all the candles, and he could just barely make out his fathers form hunched over the kitchen table just a few feet ahead.

"Father do you need help?" He waited a moment but no reply came. He turned around to retreat back up to his warm welcoming bed but a gasping noise made him turn back.

"Father?" The wheezing came again. Aubrey hesitated a moment but proceeded to approach his father.

"Father?" He bent down by his side hosting him up under his arm pits he was lighter then usual he set him in a chair. Tremors were racking his body, he felt cold as ice. Aubrey could tell his father was trying to speak to him he was gasping for breath and trying to form silent words.

Aubrey turned thinking of leaving him or going and getting his mother but instead he stumbled around for a candle. Lighting it he turned to his father. He almost dropped the candle and lit his own damn home on fire. His father was ghostly pale and drenched in a cold sweat, his lips were chapped and the whites of his eyes had taken on a yellowish tint.

"Father!" He ran to his side not knowing what to do he knew he should get his mother but something kept him from it. He hovered over his father. Nothing seemed physically wrong with him, his father body contracted and his body lent forward almost falling of the chair but Aubrey's strong arms caught him. His father retched, trying to throw up but there was nothing in his system to dispose of. He was breathing heavily, and oh so cold his shirt was drenched in cold sweat. Aubrey pushed him back in the chair he had to warm him up. Thinking as clearly as he could he ran to the trunk were they stored the woolen blankets he turned back his father but stopped short he could of sworn he'd seen someone outside there shuttered window. Elsie must have forgotten to close it before she went to bed. Covering his father he walked to the window. Nothing. Grabbing a knife he opened the door and steeped out into the cold night air closing the door behind him. Immediately he regretted not putting a shirt on or shoes. The freezing wind stung his bare chest and snow covered ground was so cold it was burning his bare feet.

A flash in the corner of his of to the left gone as fast as it had appeared. He inched along the side of the house knife held loosely by his side. He spun the last corner of the house and looked as far out as his vision would let him. Nothing. Again another flash across the yard back toward the front and the barn. Could it just of been Faye wandering around in the night she was a little weird. The barn door was slid open slightly and he reached to pull it just far enough so his body could squeeze through. The lantern was still on the candle almost completely burned out.

"Faye?" Of course he didn't expect the girl to answer him. He proceeded to where she usually slept at the end of the barn in an unused stable. He peeked in she lay sleeping. He turned to leave but something of her appearance caught his eyes a thin line of blood trailing down her pale neck.

"Faye?" He approached cautiously not wanting to scare her. She didn't stir he looked at her unmoving form. And bent to move her blonde hair, vomit caught in his throat it was what appeared to be a bite mark. He shook her and her lids half opened, eyes out focus he bent his head to her chest no breathing no pulse she was. . . dead. He turned to run but a form blocked his way.

The women from the bar, her eyes flashed dangerously.

"You!" Was all he could say.

She took a step forward and he instinctively stepped back, tightening the grip on the knife. A sweet smile spread across her face.

"You!" She purred back. Her voice the same poisoned honey, her eyed flashed to the knife and she smiled revealing two extremely pointed teeth where her canines should have been. Her skin shown like snow in the dim candle light, Evil was what entered Aubrey's head, she was a demon.

Aubrey found his voice he was not going to be intimidated by her. "What did you do to my father?" He asked narrowed eyes, she seemed amused by this. "Mind your tongue child you do not demand answers of me I shall tell you what I wish."

"Wench." Aubrey hissed back. That seemed to whip the smile of her face.

"What did I do to him you ask? The same I did to this girl," she nodded towards Faye. "And to the girl next door."

"And what was that?" He spat. Anger was boiling inside of him.

"I feed off them." She said this flippantly as if there lives didn't matter. It clicked in Aubrey's mind.

"And then you attempted to burn the barn down to hide the evidence."

"A smart a boy I knew you would be. You'll make a great one of us."

"And what is that a murder?" She laughed out right at this.

"No my boy, something better."

"And what is that?" Doubted he wanted to know the answer though.

"A vampire." He had heard of demons and the devil before but this word was foreign to him.

"A vampire." He repeated and she nodded. "And just what is a vampire?"

"Let me show you!" And before Aubrey could react she was upon him knocking the knife from his hand. Cradling his body in her arms, he tried to push her away he should have been able to easily he was at least a foot taller then her but he could not, her strength out matched his own. She wrenched his head back by his short hair and pulled him closer to her by the small of his back. He struggled but it was useless. He felt her lips on his throat and was about to comment but something pierced his neck, like needles. He felt them withdraw and then a vague sucking, so like a hickey. He pulled away but it only caused pain.

'Ha. . .' he heard a taunting laughter and it took him a moment to realize it was the women's voice in his mind. 'Try to pull away, it only causes more pain!' He jerked but she was right, memories were flooding his mind. His little sister, his mother, his father times of happiness, he seemed to be floating in the memories. Drifting farther and farther away, 'Give into the floating let it consume you.' It was I woman's voice again. That would be nice give into the dreams, but no he couldn't his father lay dying inside. No he must get back to him. With his last bit of strength he ripped away from her the connection between them abruptly ending. He fell to the floor, his knees giving out. He was so weak, thirsty. She laughed from somewhere above him. It was a cold ruthless laugh.

"I've drained you to the point of death." Death no he couldn't die he had to help his father. He tried to scramble away from her his vision blurred. She only continued to laugh.

"I admit you will be powerful being able to wrench away from me like that. Perhaps one day you'll be more powerful then me."

His hand felt something cool and sleek. The knife. He was so thirsty. She was reaching for him again to bring him back to her web of dreams. No he refused to go. As she lent to draw him in the embrace, "Thirsty aren't you child," she taunted. No he wouldn't go. His grip tightened on the hilt of his blade and he slashed out blindly. He heard a high pitch scream and something splattered across his face, warm he licked the residue on his lips, sweet. Oh so thirsty he had to have something to drink. The woman was curing on the floor beside him. Warm liquid rolling down her neck, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards him she fought, but the thirst was over taking him. Must have it was all he thought. He latched on. He felt her pushing against him. But he didn't let go, so sweet like nectar thicker than any wine he'd ever had, better then any sex. The woman was yelling and cursing him now but the words fell on deaf ears. She hit him hard on the head everything went black.