Doom of the Nightwalker
Authors Note: This is not only my first attempt at a vampire fiction but it is also my first attempt in the first person. I would appreciate any insight and any corrections if I may be wrong with any of my vampire lore.
I had always been told since a very young age that all the stories about vampires were nothing more than old wives tales told to little children to keep them in at night. Of course it was my dear mother who had always told me that, and so I grew up believing that there was no such thing as a nightwalker. Hell, some of my friends even told me whacky stories about running into creepy men at night that had pale skin like the moon, but I never believed them- I couldn’t. Why am I telling you this? I am because I was wrong. All those years of upbringing were nothing but a cover-up to the truth. They were real. They are real. And I have learned that in the most horrible of ways. It was the night of my eighteenth birthday….
“Christine Anne Parker! Get your butt inside right now young lady!” My mothers voice rang out into the streets, calling me home. It was my birthday, my eighteenth in fact, and I wanted nothing more than to be as far from that home as I could manage.
“Ok Ma! Just hold on a sec!” I called towards my home as I turned back to the young man I was busy flirting with. He was quite the attractive boy too! Deep blue eyes, dark brown hair- he was dreamy, and I didn’t want to leave him to go have my mother bother me. But alas I had to. “Well Chris..” I sighed gently as I gave him a cute smile. “Ma wants me inside, so I guess I’d better go” I laughed gently, I was eighteen after all and really didn’t have to listen to her, but I loved her so I still gave her my respects.
The sun was beginning to set over our small town, turning the sky a brilliant shade of orange. It turns out my mother called me there to sit out on the porch with her to look at the sky. We sat there in the two rocking chairs we had always sat in together, but something just wasn’t quite right. My mother seemed to be out of it a bit, she was staring out into nothingness and her face was turning a shade of pale I had never seen before.
“Ma…” I whispered softly as I leaned forward to get a better look at my mother. “Ma, what’s wrong?” I had already made up my mind that no matter how many times she told me it was nothing, I wouldn’t believe her. The thing that really scared me is she didn’t even answer, just kept right on staring ahead. Of course the worry I had for my mother was growing by the second. Something was definably wrong with her, I had never seen her look so.. Frightened.
I pushed myself forward to stand but my mothers arm shot outward. “No Christine. You will sit right where you are” Her gaze was still fixed where it had been, out into nothingness. “You will sit here until nine o’clock” Her arm moved as her finger pointed down the street. “Then you will walk down the street, and you will not look back.” Now she was starting to scare me. “Am I understood?” Her head finally turned, allowing her gaze to follow until it lay upon me.
All I could do was nod. I wasn’t going to disobey her, but she was really scaring me. My mouth opened in protest but as it did she suddenly rose to her feet and walked into the house, leaving me sitting there unsure of nearly anything. I wanted to stand and follow her, find out what the hell was going on, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I had a sick feeling creeping its way through my body, something just wasn’t right. I suppose since I was so caught up in thought I hadn’t noticed the alarm clock my mother had set on the porch by my feet, but I became horribly aware of it as the loud shrill buzzing sound filled my ears.
“Oh my god!” Were the words exclaimed from my lips as my entire body pulsed from the surge of adrenaline that damn alarm clock had caused. I laughed a bit as I finally rose to my feet, taking a moment to kick the alarm off the porch to land with a thud in our front yard. My head turned to look at the front door, I thought about going in a moment. ‘No’. my mind stopped me. I don’t know, it was some sort of gut feeling that just told me not to go in that house.
I suppose I lost time after that, next thing I realized I was already walking down the street in the opposite direction of my house. I didn’t even remember leaving, but I did know I didn’t want to go back. My feelings for not wanting to return were justified only moments later. There was a crash, a scream, and then a horrible silence. I didn’t even have to turn around; I knew it was my house. In any other situation I would have quickly turned around and ran to my mothers rescue, but a thought had occurred to me. My mother knew this was going to happen, why else would she make me leave in such a manner? My mother was saving me.
I didn’t know what was going on, I didn’t have to. I began to run down that street as my emotions started to set in. Tears streamed from my worn eyes, my breath labored as I ran, my vision was beginning to blur. My mother was dead, I just knew it; nobody had to tell me. I knew she had known. Then I just stopped. I don’t know exactly why I stopped, I just felt like I was somewhere I shouldn’t be. I whipped my eyes as I tried to stop my sobbing and then looked around me. There were no buildings, no cars, no people, it was just nothing. I was utterly alone.
My mind began to spin as a strange sense of emptiness crept its way throughout my entire body. I felt so helpless, so alone, and so wrong. My eyes peered out into the darkness; I could feel my body shaking with fear. “Help…” I whispered to the emptiness… I never heard him coming.
“You wish for help young Christine?” A cold dark voice rang in my ear, causing me to freeze with fear. I could feel someone behind me. I suppose it was rather bold of me to turn around just then, I wanted to see who it was; I knew it was whoever was in my home. There stood a tall man, about four inches above my five and a half feet. He had dark black hair, crystal blue eyes and a face, which was as pale as the moon. Of course he was dressed in black as well. It didn’t take a second look for me to know who, or what rather, he was. A vampire.
My eyes widened in horror and I turned my back to him once more, ready to make a complete run for it. I couldn’t move, his arms had snaked their way around my waist to hold me stead fast to him. Tears began to pour from my eyes as I struggled against his grip, I could just anticipate that oh so talked about bite. I guess I should have been happy, I never felt a pierce in my neck.. not then at least. All I remember is everything going black.
