Post by Spotts on Aug 9, 2009 20:33:37 GMT -5
The young man opened his eyes, hoping to see something other than his parents lying on the ground, bite marks on their necks and bloodless. He gasped in horror when he saw something else much more horrifying. The vampire who had murdered his parents was in front of him, backing him up against the wall. The vampire said not a word, but laughter exited his mouth. An evil laughter that made the young man feel as if nothing was real, everything was a nightmare. And at the same time, he felt as if nothing could be more real. The man closed his eyes as tears streamed down his face and his fists clenched tightly. He knew it was the end and he would end up like his parents. Dead on the floor. He bent his head down in shame of not being able to save his parents. The flaming house around him didn’t feel anything like home anymore. He felt the breath of the monster on his neck, but he hesitated. The young man thought he might be spared, hoping the vampire would back away and leave him to die in the flames. He was wrong, of course, and a second later the vampire bit into his flesh. The man let out a scream of pain and the vampire released his jaws from the man’s neck. He smiled evilly and turned silently to leave the house.
The man went through days of pain and misery. He only barely noticed the fact that the pain had begun to die off after some time. When it had completely faded, the man shook with horror. He wasn’t dead, but he wasn’t alive. He didn’t know what he had become. He stood up, still trembling with fear. The ashes around him that used to be his home didn’t show any evidence of the vampire. His parents’ bodies had turned to ash as well, leaving the man alone. He couldn’t remember anything from his previous life, only the memories of the night his parents died had stayed burned into his mind. He left the pile of nothingness behind him as he ran at incredible speed into town. When he had reached a certain point, he slowed, hugging himself as he felt burning in the back of his throat. He saw people that looked somehow familiar, but he couldn’t remember their names. Some of them came up to him and talked to him, asking questions like “Is that you, Ray?” or “Why do you smell of smoke? Is everything okay back at your house?” He didn’t answer any of the questions, just kept walking without as much as a glance at the people walking by. Ray reached into his pocket and found his wallet, grateful that it hadn’t been stolen or burned in the fire. When he reached a clothing store, he bought some clothes and left. He bought a newspaper from a box nearby, seeing what day it was. He had been gone for five days. He felt different, as if something had changed what he looked like. It made sense, almost everyone didn’t recognize him at first glance. He read through the paper, until he stopped at an advertisement. It showed a number and an address. To Ray, it seemed corny and stupid. It told about a vampire hunter who had defeated many a vampire. He was retired now, but he was skilled when he was a young man. Ray decided to try it, hoping it didn’t cost much.
The rest of training remains a secret, requested of the vampire hunter’s privacy. But the story ends with Ray becoming a talented hunter, going back into town to find his first victims. He collected a gun, plenty of bullets and a black coat to store the weapon.
The man went through days of pain and misery. He only barely noticed the fact that the pain had begun to die off after some time. When it had completely faded, the man shook with horror. He wasn’t dead, but he wasn’t alive. He didn’t know what he had become. He stood up, still trembling with fear. The ashes around him that used to be his home didn’t show any evidence of the vampire. His parents’ bodies had turned to ash as well, leaving the man alone. He couldn’t remember anything from his previous life, only the memories of the night his parents died had stayed burned into his mind. He left the pile of nothingness behind him as he ran at incredible speed into town. When he had reached a certain point, he slowed, hugging himself as he felt burning in the back of his throat. He saw people that looked somehow familiar, but he couldn’t remember their names. Some of them came up to him and talked to him, asking questions like “Is that you, Ray?” or “Why do you smell of smoke? Is everything okay back at your house?” He didn’t answer any of the questions, just kept walking without as much as a glance at the people walking by. Ray reached into his pocket and found his wallet, grateful that it hadn’t been stolen or burned in the fire. When he reached a clothing store, he bought some clothes and left. He bought a newspaper from a box nearby, seeing what day it was. He had been gone for five days. He felt different, as if something had changed what he looked like. It made sense, almost everyone didn’t recognize him at first glance. He read through the paper, until he stopped at an advertisement. It showed a number and an address. To Ray, it seemed corny and stupid. It told about a vampire hunter who had defeated many a vampire. He was retired now, but he was skilled when he was a young man. Ray decided to try it, hoping it didn’t cost much.
The rest of training remains a secret, requested of the vampire hunter’s privacy. But the story ends with Ray becoming a talented hunter, going back into town to find his first victims. He collected a gun, plenty of bullets and a black coat to store the weapon.
