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Save a Vampire, Save Yourself? – Horror Short Fiction

February 21, 2016

“A vampire tale” (see below the story for the prompt idea)
Prompt suggestion from guest poster Mark via WordPress

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Save a Vampire, Save Yourself?

Danika awoke, startled. She grabbed her dream diary and recorded another entry. The third in the last week.

Another dream like the last two. I am walking in the shadows. I spot a woman this time. She is alone. I approach her. Make eye contact. She is unable to resist me. I lean in as though to kiss her, but instead I go for her neck. Biting her. Sucking out her blood. She falls to the ground, lifeless. I return to the shadows, a feeling of intense satisfaction. What is happening to me? Why am I having these dreams?

Danika got up and walked through her apartment. She turned on the television and then went to the kitchen for some water.

“Breaking News! Another body has been discovered in Central Park. A female this time, but in the same condition as the other two found earlier in the week. The Police Commissioner is hesitant to speak of the circumstances surrounded these cases. He will only comment that they are unusual circumstances. A man has come forward who found the latest body and made the following comments: She was just lying there. Lifeless. Two puncture marks on her neck! We return now…”

Danika was no longer listening. Her mind raced. Puncture marks. Just like in her dream. She panicked. Dropped her glass of water, but ignored the shattering of glass on the tiled kitchen floor. Was she killing people and only believing this to be dreams? Was she a… she could barely force the words out of her own mind… a vampire?

Danika raced to the window and tore open the curtains. The morning sun burst into the room. She stood there, half expecting to burn. Nothing happened. She sighed in relief. She was not a vampire. So what was going on?

She went back to her bedroom and quickly dressed. If anyone knew what was going on, it would be Simon. Simon was a live-action gamer, known as a LARPer. He was heavy into the underworld scene in the City. He also happened to be Danika’s best friend.

She grabbed a taxi and sped off to Simon’s bookstore. When she arrived, she went to the side entrance where Simon lived in an apartment above the store. She climbed the stairs two at a time. She rapped on his door with her fist. No answer. She pounded on it.

“Simon! If you are in there, I need to talk to you!”

Finally, a groggy Simon opened the door. Stood to the side to let Danika in.

“What time is it?”

“Half past eight. I need to talk, Simon.”

Simon rubbed his eyes and yawned. “Good lord, woman. I was out until six this morning. Just fell asleep. Can’t this wait til a decent hour, say around three or four this afternoon?”

Danika followed Simon into the living room and plopped down on a chair. “It can’t wait. Have you heard anything about the killings in Central Park recently?”

“Darling, there are always killings in Central Park. You need to be more specific.”

“I think there is a vampire running loose in the City killing people. Is that specific enough for you?”

“Touchy touchy, love,” Simon said as he sat down across from her and stroked his goatee. “I’ve heard rumors. Merely rumors though, darling. Why? Why are you suddenly interested in vampires? You are the most practical woman I know.”

Danika shifted in her chair and let out a deep sigh. “I’ve been having these dreams. As though I am the vampire and killing people. They are so real though, Simon. I think…” she hesitated, then continued, “I think I may have a psychic link to this vampire.”

Simon roared with laughter and bounced in his chair. “You? A psychic link? Oh darling, you don’t even believe in that stuff!”

“Damn it, Simon! Stop laughing at me. I am serious!”

Simon stopped laughing and put on a straight face. “So what do you want me to do about it?”

“I don’t know. Make some phone calls. You know a lot of unsavory people. Someone must know something.”

“Those unsavory people happen to be my friends,” Simon remarked as he leaned back in his chair. When he saw the determined look on Danika’s face, he leaned forward again. “Okay, I will make some calls, but I warn you, everyone’s probably still in bed and some of them get quite angry when awakened too early. You owe me coffee,” he said, pointing to the kitchen.

Simon spent the better part of an hour calling various people. Danika made coffee, brought a cup to Simon and then paced around his living room. When she began to lose patience, Simon finally signaled her.

“Rory says that someone spotted a vampire night before last. It could have just been a LARPer though. We are all over the City these days.”

Danika sighed. “Did he say anything else?”

“Yeah, you might want to sit down though.”

Danika sat down in the chair. “So tell me!”

“God, woman. You need to learn some patience!”

Danika glared at him.

“Okay okay. He said that a family member of one of the victims has hired a vampire hunter.”

“A what? A vampire hunter? Do they even exist?”

“You are willing to believe a vampire exists, but not a hunter? Geez, darling,” Simon said as he rolled his eyes.

Danika got quiet. Her mind reeled. “Simon,” she finally whispered, “if I do have a link to this vampire and a hunter kills him, do you think I would die too?”

Simon got up from his chair. Walked over to Danika and put an arm around her. “We won’t let it come to that, darling. I think we need to hunt the hunter.”

That night, Simon, Danika and a bunch of Simon’s LARPer friends descended upon Central Park. With flashlights and radios, they spread out all over the park in sets of twos. Simon and Danika headed to an open area. If the vampire made an appearance, then the hunter would too. They sat down on a bench and waited. Hours passed without so much as a peep.

“This is a waste of time,” Danika stated. “He only attacks people who are alone.”

“Okay, I am going to hide over by that tree. Maybe he will come after you. How do you like being bait, darling?”

“Just go, Simon!”

Danika sat on the bench nervously shaking her crossed leg. She suddenly felt tired. Too tired. After a few moments, she drifted off to sleep.

She saw him or was it her? Was she dreaming? He moved stealth-like through the bushes. Then slowly approached a woman sitting on a bench. It was her! She tried to move, but was frozen in spot. He sat down beside her, craddled her close to him. Whispered something in her ear, but she couldn’t make it out. He brushed her hair from her shoulder and leaned in. Danika screamed.

Simon heard the scream and just as he was about to leave his hiding spot, he saw a woman dressed in black leather with a crossbow in her hands move out of the shadows.

Danika’s eyes flew open. It was true. He was there. And then she saw the woman behind them. The crossbow aimed straight at the vampire.

“NO!” she screamed.

Simon ran from his spot. He charged into the woman, but she managed to get a shot off before Simon could tackle her to the ground. When Simon looked up, he saw Danika and the vampire on the ground. He got to his feet, kicked the woman in the stomach and then hurried to Danika.

The arrow had pierced Danika’s chest. She moaned. The vampire scrambled to his feet and fled into the darkness. Simon leaned down and held Danika’s hand.

“Why, Dani? Why did you shield him?”

Danika drew a final breath before she could answer him.

Β©2016 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.

(1327 words)


 

Mark’s suggestion: A woman thinks she’s a vampire when she has nightmares about her killing innocent people as one and they are found all over her hometown, blood drained. The woman now has a mission, find who’s really doing it; worse, one of the victims families has called in a vampire hunter.

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2 Comments
  1. Well, that’s heroic *said sarcastically*, get killed yourself, save a vampire, and he runs away without even a thank you. πŸ˜€ Nicely told.

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