After forever, I've decided to write a sequel to this. It'll be more writing practice and hopefully fun. I'm posting the first chapter here so I'll the people who are still around that follow the original can see it. :) The rest of the chapters will be posted here * s/9616145/1/Vengeance *
Prologue- A Monster in the Night
15 years ago
The young girl hid in the deepest, darkest corner of the closet amongst all the coats and dresses of her mother. The only light came from the crack underneath the door that led to the bedroom. She held her knees close with her back to the wall. Desperately she tried to stop her shaking but it was futile. Her mother's actions had scared her so badly. The silver cross, her mother had given her, she held in her hands so tightly it was starting to dig into her clammy skin. The young girl held it like it was her lifeline and the only thing that might protect her. The girl fought to hold back tears as she recalled what had happened only a few minutes earlier.
Her mother, father, and uncle burst into the front door while she was watching cartoons with her nanny. Her parents had left previously that night to run some sort of errand. They had been in a panic when they came home. Her uncle and father had rushed downstairs into the basement without even acknowledging the girl's presence.
"Of course the bastards wouldn't attack us on a full moon. What cowards!" her father said to her uncle.
"What about your daughter?" her uncle asked. The girl couldn't hear her father's reply. The two men had disappeared into the basement where she was never allowed to go.
Her mother immediately ran to her and rushed her up the stairs. The girl had never seen such a look on her mother's face. She didn't like the look either.
"Mommy what's going on?" the girl had cried in panic. Her mother was holding her hand so tightly that it was practically cutting off all circulation. The woman was dragging her daughter swiftly up the stairs.
"Hush sweetie. We have to hurry," her mother had answered in a panicked tone. They went into her parent's room, one of the largest rooms in the house. The small chandelier glistened as her mother switched on the light.
"Mommy you're hurting my hand!" the girl cried. She felt like her fingers where breaking.
"Shh…we're almost here." They reached her mother's large walk in closet. The girl remembered many times when she had played dress up in here. Her mother had some of the most beautiful clothing and jewelry she had ever seen. Her favorite was a large furry red coat that smelled like her mother's cinnamon perfume.
That same coat was now hanging above her. A fresh tear rolled down her face.
Her mother knelt down in front of the doors to the closet to face her daughter. She ripped off her favorite necklace that she always wore around her neck. She broke the chain she yanked it so hard. It was a silver cross with a beautiful diamond in the center surrounded by small rubies. It wasn't really much but the girl had never seen her mother without it. Her mother placed the cross in her hand. "Hold this tight. It will protect you," she told her daughter. A tear rolled down her mother's face. The little girl reached up and wiped it off.
"Don't cry mommy," she said.
The mother forced a smile. "I love you sweetheart. I love you with all my heart and then some," she told her. "Promise me you'll never forget that."
The little girl nodded. "I love you too mommy."
Her mother took her into a tight embrace. It was so tight the girl almost had trouble breathing. "Remember the moon my love. It will always give you power," her mom told her. The girl did not know what she meant.
Her mom then opened the closet door and guided her inside the dark closet. "Don't come out. No matter what happens," her mom ordered before locking the door behind her.
Now the girl was alone. She felt like it had been forever but it had only been minutes. Down below her she could hear the loud voices of her father and mother. They sounded angry. She couldn't quite make out what they were saying though. Then there was some kind of loud noise. The light that came from the bedroom disappeared. It was now completely dark in the closet. The girl's breath started to hasten and her heartbeat fluttered like a humming bird's wings. She held her knees even tighter than before. The voices from below had ceased altogether. The house was filled with a deathly silence. Oh how she wished that her mother was with her. The girl had never been so frightened in her entire life.
Then there was a large crash like glass was breaking. She gasped it had surprised her so much. From the direction of the sound the girl knew it had to be the bay window in the dining room. She heard her mother screech as well. Then there were strange noises and then another crash. This time it came from what sounded like the kitchen. Gunshots erupted. There were six of them. They were like loud piercing thunder. It hurt the girl's ears and frightened her. She covered her ears and started to hyperventilate. There were more strange noises. It sounded like someone was fighting. They didn't last long and then there was silence. This silence was even scarier than before. There was a coldness slowly creeping up on the girl. Chill bumps covered her skin. It was strange since it was summer. Only moments ago she had been drenched in sweat.
It was so incredibly dark and she was so scared. Then she remembered her mom sometimes kept a small, pocket flashlight in her purse. Her current purse was downstairs but she had tons of extras in the closet. Maybe there would be one in them. The girl moved carefully, still shaking, to the other side of the closet where she knew the purses were. She was careful to be very quiet even though that was almost impossible in the dark. Soon she fumbled around and found what felt like one of her mom's leather purses. The girl found the zipper and felt around inside the purse. Bingo! She felt the cold metal of a pocket flashlight. Quickly, she snatched it out and slid back into the corner of the closet behind all the coats.
A few moments passed. She held the flashlight and her mother's necklace close. Even together they were only a small shadow of comfort. At this point though any comfort was better than nothing.
More moments passed. The girl heard the slight creak of the bedroom door opening. She fought the urge to gulp and instead held her breath. There were no footsteps but she felt it getting colder all around her. She heard someone twist the knob of the closet door. It was locked. There was a loud noise like someone ripped the door off the hinges. The girl couldn't see though because she was hidden behind the coats. And she honestly wasn't sure she wanted to see. She closed her eyes and held the items in her hands close to her heart.
Still there were no footsteps. There was only an unnatural cold that surrounded the girl and she fought the urge to shiver. Silence followed, a terrible silence. It was the kind of silence that could only precede something terrible. The fear in the girl was beyond comprehension. Every sense in her body told her that someone, something was close…very close, and whatever it was only wanted to do harm to her.
Then she heard the dreaded sound of the hanger above her being pushed aside. This was it she thought. She could either stand here and let this thing kill her or make a run for it. Maybe her parents were downstairs and they would protect her. That was unlikely. If her parents were downstairs they would have stopped this person from getting upstairs. Still, she had to run. Quickly she switched on the flashlight.
She screamed as loud as she possibly could when she saw what was before her. Before her, between the coats, was the face of a ghostly looking man. He had the palest face the girl had ever seen. There was no nose. His eyes were sunken in and glowing red! His mouth and chin were covered with blood. He looked like walking, bloody skeleton.
The girl screamed again and tried to push past the man and flee from the closet. He caught her though around the waist and held her like she was weighed nothing. The flashlight fell to the ground but she held her mother's necklace tightly. "What's the matter girl? You act live you've seen a monster," he hissed. She fought as hard as she could; she even clawed at his arm, but his arm was like a statue. While she was clawing at him though the cross in her hand hit his forearm. The skin sizzled. The girl couldn't see it in the dark but she knew the sound. He cursed and threw her on the bed.
The young girl backed up in to the corner of the king sized bed amongst the pillows that still smelled like her parents. Luckily she was able to keep her grasp on the necklace. She stared at the man who was still cursing. In the darkness, she couldn't see his features very well, but she could make out his silhouette in the moonlight. He was very tall. His skin was so pale the light reflected off of it and made it seem like he was a statue. His red eyes glowed like orbs. "You bitch!" he screamed.
She cowered from the anger in his voice. There was a laugh from the other corner of the room where the sofa was. The girl could see a man step into the moonlight. She could make out his features better than the other. He was an Indian man with dark skin and dark hair. His eyes were a glowing red like the other man's. "What's so funny?" the man with the skeleton face demanded. "That really fucking hurt."
"Oh no doubt," the other man replied. "I was just laughing at the fact that you called her a bitch. Seems rather appropriate considering what she is."
The other man scoffed, "real funny Nadir."
"I thought so," he laughed. He stepped out of the moonlight and came to stand beside the silhouette of the other man. Now the girl could only see his glowing red orbs too. "So what do you plan on doing with the pup?"
There was silence that followed. "I had planned on taking her to Elizabeth. You know how she likes her guard dogs, but now that she burned my arm I might just kill her," the other man growled.
"Come on Erik. She's been through enough. Just leave her be. Her parent's death will be enough torture," Nadir commented rather nonchalantly. The girl didn't completely comprehend his words. She was too frightened to think about anything else besides what these men would do to her.
"She's a loose end," snapped Erik.
"She's a little girl," Nadir replied.
"She'll be more than that someday," said Erik.
"Then killing her will be good sport. Now it's just pathetic. Let her live. If she comes for you someday then you'll have much more fun. She'll be older…able to put up a fight," Nadir argued. The girl did not know why the Indian man seemed so determine to see her live when his friend was so determined to kill her.
She stared at the two dark silhouettes and the glowing eyes, shaking with fear. They were a silent for a moment. "She's just a child Erik," Nadir said again.
"No one bothered to remind my mother of that when I was a little boy," responded Erik coldly.
"Don't take your anger out on the child," Nadir pleaded. More silence followed.
Then the taller man known as Erik knelt down on the bed. The girl watched his red eyes as he watched her. He moved closer to the girl into the moonlight from the sky window above the bed. She pushed her back into the bed's post so hard it was hurting. She started to panic. Surely he was going to kill her. He sat still with his ghastly skeleton face practically glowing in the moonlight. The girl saw he had long, black hair that was in disarray and was dripping with blood. Coldness enveloped the girl as he got closer. It was the same odd cold that she had experienced when the man was approaching.
He examined her closely. She couldn't tell what he was thinking behind those evil, red eyes. "I'll see you soon," he said with ice in his voice. Then he disappeared into the darkness of the house.
The other man sighed. "Don't make us regret this," he told the girl. Then he too disappeared like his friend.
The girl's heart was going a mile a minute. She had the cross in her hands still. She held it so tight it had cut into her palms. The pain didn't faze her though. Her chest rose and fell roughly as she tried to calm herself. The men were gone. She could sense they were gone. The cold that seemed to follow them had disappeared with them. Then it hit her; the thing the man had said about her parents.
Her heart nearly fell out of her chest in terror. She went to the door of the closet where the flashlight was still lying, light on, on the floor. She grabbed it and ran to the door. When she reached the hard wood floors though she slipped on something wet and fell to the ground in the substance. The wet matter bled through her socks and she could feel it. It was also on her hands and her bottom where she sat. There was a strange smell to the air as well. She grabbed the flashlight and shined it on her hand. The sight made her scream. It was blood! She knew it well from when she fell off her bike a year ago. Blood had been all over her. Now it was all over everywhere.
She got up shined the light on the hardwood floor. There were puddles of it scattered all the way to the top of the stair case. Amongst the puddles were two sets of footprints. The girl panicked even more. Was this the blood of her parents? She ran down the stairs careful to avoid the rest of the trail that led all the way to the kitchen.
There was more blood downstairs then there had been upstairs. She tried to flick on a light but the power appeared to be out. She continued to follow the trail until she saw a mess of the kitchen table in the small light of her flashlight. It was broken in two. In the middle of the two pieces lay her uncle. The girl ran to him. He wasn't moving. She shook him but there was no sound. In his limp hand there a gun. The girl knew better than to touch it. She noticed that the floor under his head was covered in blood. She gulped and backed away very slowly. It was a tragedy that he was dead; she did love her uncle, but her real concern was for her parents, especially her mother.
She stood up slowly and shined the light around the rest of the kitchen. Everything else appeared to be in order. She noticed that there were small pieces of glass scattered on the floor. She followed the trail. It led her to the dining room. The large bay window was completely smashed letting the full power of the moonlight shine through. The large table where her entire family had Thanksgiving was turned over. All the china and flowers from the arrangements were scattered on the floor in millions of pieces. The chairs were turned all over the place.
On the other side of the table she saw the leg of a man. It had to be her father. She used the chairs to avoid all the glass on the floor and get to him. He was lying on his stomach, limp. She cried out when she saw the wound on his neck. It looked like some sort of animal had tried to rip out his throat. His head had practically been torn off. There was no chance that he was alive. She back away from his body in terror into the closet wall. Little pieces of glass cut her as she did so. She did not notice the pain.
She screamed when a hand grabbed her on the floor. It was cold. She shined the flashlight beside her to see her mother. Her mom was sitting up against the wall. Her face was pale as snow. There was blood coming out her mouth. She was also barely breathing. Each breath seemed painful. "Mommy!" the girl cried as she moved closer to her mother. She fought the urge to hug her because she thought it might hurt her.
On her mother's neck was a wound similar to her father's but not nearly as severe. There was blood everywhere though. It was down her neck, her clothing, and dripping on to the floor. Her mother was trying to say something but was having trouble because all the blood in her mouth. She coughed and more blood gushed from her mouth. The girl was now in tears. She held her mother's cold, weak hand close to her face. "Don't die mommy," she pleaded. She knew she should go call 911 but she didn't want to leave her.
"Vam…," her mother coughed weakly. Each cough was like a dagger in the girl's heart.
"What?" she asked desperately.
The girl's mother looked at her with the most determined gaze the girl had ever seen. Her blue eyes were practically glowing with determination. "Vampires," she whispered. This time the word was plain and clear. Her eyes then rolled back into her head and her whole body went limp. The labored breathing then ceased. The girl knew she was dead, and the only life she had ever known had died with her.