VAMPIRES ARE REAL
By
R.G. Richards
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PUBLISHED BY:
Vampires aRe ReaL
Copyright © 2012 by R.G. Richards
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people living or dead is coincidental and unintended. This is a production of the author’s imagination.
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VAMPIRES ARE REAL
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Chapter One: ALLISON CARTER
Seven-year-old Allie Carter tossed and turned in bed the night before the big day. Her mother had warned her many times about watching late night television, but being curious, she indulged her fancy and wanted to see what the fuss was all about. She had watched a ghoulish vampire movie that she partly understood, but the blood and death were all too real for her. She screamed in her sleep. She tossed and turned some more before her mother burst through the door in a panic.
“Allie!” Her mother screamed and ran to her side to comfort her. She shook her awake, “Allie!”
Allie woke screaming and fighting, “No, no, no!” Perspiration trickled down her face.
Her mother picked her up to quiet her down. “It’s okay! It’s okay! It’s okay baby, momma has you now. Momma has you!”
“They were trying to bite me, momma! They were chasing me and chasing me and I couldn’t get away.” She held on tight to her mother and cried.
“Shh, it’s all right. It was just a bad dream and momma is here now!” She rocked and soothed her little girl. She picked her up and carried her around the little room with her daughter’s arms glued to her neck. She patted her little back to calm her and then she hummed for a few minutes while walking around the room. Then she saw the television and then the remote. The remote was at the foot of the bed when she knew she clearly placed it on top of the television when she kissed Allie good night. “Have you been watching television? Tell me the truth!”
“Yes, mommy. I’m sorry; I know you told me not to. I’m sorry.” Allie said sniffling.
“Kay, what is the matter? You all right, Allie Cat?” Her father rushed into the room in his pajamas.
“She is okay, George. She sneaked and watched a little late night television and had a nightmare.”
George looked at his beautiful little girl with disappointment. “Allison Louise Carter, you know I am mad at you, don’t you?”
“I am sorry, daddy. I will never do it again.”
“I know: the television leaves tomorrow. Come give your old man a kiss. I have to get up early for work, and because of you, I am going to be sleepy on the job.”
“I’m sorry, daddy.”
Kay sat her down and Allie ran to her father and kissed him. She was always safe in his big strong arms. He spun her around the room making her giggle with delight and then he put her on the bed and left the room.
Her mother came over to her. “What was the dream about?”
Allie got under the covers. “Vampires.” She whispered with big wide eyes, pulling the cover up to hide her precious neck “They were big and scary, ten feet tall with sharp teeth and while I was running they were flying over me, mommy.” Her brown eyes darted from side to side, unsure if her room was safe.
“And what was it you watched on television?”
“A vampire movie,” she said innocently.
Kay looked sternly at her daughter. She was able with just a look to be both gentle and scolding all at the same time, a gift she learned at her mother’s feet. She reached on a shelf near Allie’s bed and pulled out a fairytale book. “There are no such things as vampires, Kitten,” her pet name for Allison. She looked at the book and said, “You remember when we went to the zoo and saw the Tigers and Lions?”
Allie nodded, the bed covers still pulled up to her neck.
“Did you remember to feed Lissy before putting her out for the night?”
Again, Allie nodded.
“What is the difference between them and Lissy?”
“They are bigger and meaner and can rip you limb from limb with just one bite,” said the wide-eyed innocent little girl. ‘They are beasts!”
Kay smiled at her little girl. “They are all cats, just different kinds of cats. At first they are like monsters because we don’t understand them or have never seen them before. When we get to know them we are less afraid of them. Now suppose we had right here on this planet two kinds of people. I don’t mean white people and black people, I mean two people that never saw each other. Wouldn’t they seem like monsters to us?”
“Yes, mommy.”
Kay opened the book and showed Allie a picture from the book. Allie’s eyes widen more as she saw the picture.
She shuddered.
Kay started reading from the book entitled The Hunter and the Rabbit. “Once upon a time there were Mole people who lived underground in large caves. Since it was always dark, their skin was white, their hair was white, and even their eyes were white because no sunlight came into the cave. Since they were cut off from the surface they developed their own language that was different from the people above ground like you and me. They had different clothes and different schools, why even their names were different and sounded funny.
“One day a man was hunting for rabbits in the woods and a rabbit ducked inside a hole. The man shot the rabbit before it disappeared and he needed that rabbit or his family would have no dinner for that night. He got a shovel and started digging up the hole looking for the rabbit. He dug and dug but found no rabbit. When the man looked up he had dug a hole ten feet deep. He said, ‘Oh my god, I better get out of here,’ then he started climbing out. As he neared the top he heard a scream that sounded like his rabbit so he stopped and looked back. The hunter lost his grip and fell down into the hole. When he hit the bottom he crashed and then the ground gave way and he fell farther and farther down the hole. He yelled the whole way down. ‘Aww!’ When he finally stopped falling he looked up and he stood in a cave.
“Two short people in white came toward him carrying something, it was the rabbit. As they got closer he looked and saw they were small Mole people. The man was terrified of them and picked up his gun and started shooting at them. He killed them. He then heard shouting and footsteps running toward him. It was more Mole people who were angry with him because he shot their children. The hunter raced up the side of the cave and escaped as fast as he could so they would not kill him. He got out of the hole and kept running until he made it to a tree. He then turned around and saw something fly out of the hole. Then there was an explosion, Boom!
“The hole covered itself. The man walked back to the spot and the hole was gone. Lying on the ground was his dead rabbit. The man fell to the ground crying because he was sorry for what he had done.” Kay closed the book. “Why was the man crying?”
“He killed those kids because he thought they were monsters and they weren’t.”
“Um-yes and no. Yes, you are right, Kitten, but also no. He cried because he couldn’t go back down and say he was sorry for assuming the worst about people he didn’t know. Allie, always give people a chance. Just because they are bigger, taller, even scarier than you are used to does not make them monsters. They have to prove they are monsters and until then you reserve judgment. All right?”
“All right, mommy, I will.” She kissed her child on her forehead and got off the bed. She put the book back on the shelf and turned the light off and left the room. Allie pulled her cover up tighter to her chin and slept on her side. She had no more bad dreams that night.
The sun came up as usual the next morning in this strange new city and all was well. Her parents had moved here two months ago, to this small town in Washington, near the border between the United States of America and Canada. This small town was named Howardstown and if you went 100 feet above its northern border you would be in Canada. Howardstown was isolated with the feel of a big city with modern two and three-story buildings but with the reality of a small town of 1,100 people. Her father, George Carter, was a doctor of general medicine and was hired by the city council to be the town’s new doctor. Howardstown was the home of Marion Lucient, the owner of the oil company that helped build and maintain a section of the Alaskan Pipeline. He controlled the city’s board of directors and in turn controlled the town. He brought in Doctor Carter to care for his ailing mother as well as be the town and Lucient Oil Company’s local doctor. Mr. Lucient had called the doctor first thing in the morning and he was gone when Allie woke.
Allie readied for her first day of school. She was excited, but had anxiety about whether she would be liked by her new classmates. At her old school she was popular and had no enemies, even the teachers were her friends. She had no way of knowing how it would be at this new school. She came down in her new blue dress and sat at the table for breakfast. “Mornin, mommy!”
“Mornin, Kitten. You ready for the big day?”
“I can’t wait, I hope they like me. Do you think they will like me?”
“Of course, who wouldn’t like you?” She kissed her on the forehead and set a bowl in front of her. “Hurry up and eat and we will get going.”
“Okay.” Her mom poured milk into a bowl of cereal and Allie ate her breakfast. When she finished her mother bundled her in a coat. It was September and the weather in that part of the country was already turning cold. Allie wore a light coat with no gloves or hat. There was a chill in the air but it was not cold enough to make your breath frosty. Her mother made her button it all the way up even though it was a comfortable 50 degrees outside.
“Ready, Kitten?”
“Don’t call me that, mother.”
She looked at her young child strangely, “Mother is it?”
“I’m a big girl now. Can I walk to school by myself?”
“Absolutely, positively not! Big girl or no, school is too far away. Get in the car so I can drive you.”
Allie went to the car and got into the back seat. She put on her seat belt and her mother checked her before starting the car. Allie looked out the window to see the sights. They were surrounded by snow covered mountains. Snow was not on the ground where they were and animals were in the trees scurrying about. They drove on a long narrow road from their house, which sat on the southern edge of town, to the town center a mile away. Once there Allie could catch a bus in front of the gas station and ride the rest of the two miles to school. Today they would pass Jerry’s Quick Time gas station and Kay would turn left past the station to a highway that ran straight to her school. Kay talked to Allie on the way, as she would always do in the future, about safety and expectations on the first day of school.
“Allie, you know better than to talk to strangers.”
“Mom! Everyone is a stranger at first, that’s what daddy says.”
“Don’t get smart with me, young lady. Don’t talk to strangers like I said. You have already met your teacher so find her in the cafeteria and go and sit by her. She will lead you to your room and you will meet your classmates there. Until then, you sit and be quiet and talk to no one. Now what is your teacher’s name?”
“Mrs. Clay.”
“Good.” Kay pulled into the parking lot and saw a bus unloading children. “That will be your bus, Kitten. What is the number on the side?”
Allie squinted. “Four?”
“Good girl! Come on, let’s go!”
“Mom!”
“I don’t want to hear it! I will walk you in! Now come along!” Allie trudged to the school with her mother. She hoped the other kids would not notice. As they entered the building she took her hand out of her mother’s to show she was a big girl. Her mother smiled but said nothing. Allie walked behind her as her mother walked to a table in the back of the room and introduced herself to Allie’s teacher. “Hello, Mrs. Clay, nice to see you again.”
“Hello, Mrs. Carter. You are not here for class are you?” The woman teased because she could not see her student hiding behind her mother.
“I think I am a little too old, but this young lady isn’t. This is Allison; she prefers to be called Allie.” Kay presented her daughter to the woman proudly.
“Hello, Allie. Have a seat at this table. I am waiting for two others and then we will head to class.”
“Speak up dear.” Mrs. Carter prompted.
“Hello,” said Allie and then she went and sat down next to a young girl wearing a green dress. She sat silently but had tons of action going on under the surface. When the bell rings she will be ready.
Mrs. Carter thanked the teacher and shook her hand. She turned to leave and although it killed her, she resisted the urge to kiss her daughter. She thought, they grow up much too fast. She wanted her baby back. She left the cafeteria and before driving away. she received the pleasure of seeing her angel sitting calmly at a table, smiling.
The school bell rang and all the children scattered making as much noise as they could as they headed to their rooms. Allie jumped from the table but did not run. She was the new kid and had no idea where to go so she waited and followed her teacher to the room.
“Sit there, Allie,” said Mrs. Clay and pointed to the last seat in the far row of the room. Allie walked to the back of the room and watched all the kids as she went. She wondered how many would be her friend. “Class, attention please, class. We have a new student. Please welcome Allie Carter to the class.”
Some of the students said, “Welcome Allie,” while others showed no interest in the new kid. In this small town every one already knew each other and the students had gone through Head start and Kindergarten programs together. Only one girl befriended her: a thin girl named Amy. The girl smiled and seemed genuinely friendly. They lunched together and made plans to become friends for life.
At the end of her day, she sat in her backyard in a swing, staring at moving trees. As day turned to night, thunder and lightning rolled in, but no rain came. Allie stuck out her little hand to catch a drop of what she knew would be cold droplets. Instead, disappointment sat in as she realized it would not rain.
Suddenly, lightning followed a loud clap of thunder. She knew something fell in the forest behind her house. Allie was always curious. Something made her get up. She moved as fast as her little feet would take her. She found a hole in the fence and peeked with eagerness. Not seeing anything, she squeezed her tiny frame through the big wooden fence to the woods beyond.
The air was filled with electricity. She sniffed the air to confirm. She smelled something burning ahead of her, something she couldn’t identify. Curiosity propelled her forward. She hurried in the direction she believed the thunder to be coming from. Ahead, she saw a flash and stopped in her tracks. That wasn’t lightning, it was a bright-red flash. Perhaps a tree was on fire. She continued on, picking up speed to make it there and back before her mother noticed her missing.
Allie stopped again. A red flash moved from one tree to another. A tree branch fell. Allie was close so she decided to go ahead slowly. She crept forward. Closer she went to a log ahead. She crouched behind the log as loud thunder came. Something was wrong. She had heard thunder. This thunder was louder. The lightning was red. Trees limbs dropped from above. Something was dangerously wrong. Allie should have been terrified. Her mind raced with scenarios of what was happening. It intrigued her.
High above her, a man glided to the ground. He was tall and knew she was there. Her eyes widened as he looked at her. Allie gave a nervous smile, thinking she should run or crouch lower. Perhaps he hadn’t seen her.
The man smiled a devilish smile. She had seen that sm
ile on her television. It was a bad smile. He was a bad man. She felt it inside. Before she could react, his smile grew broad and exposed large teeth, sharp teeth. His mouth opened wider to reveal a sticky film. Something red was on the tips of his teeth, especially the sharp ones. Allie thought of those movies she wasn’t supposed to watch. Was he a vampire? He looked like one. Were they real? Momma said no, but here he was. Could it be true?
Suddenly, the man rushed forward to get her. Allie’s eye grew bigger. She had no idea what to do. She crouched, watching the man rush toward her. In the blink of an eye, something hit the man and he went sailing away from her. She looked sharper to see it was another man wrestling with the first. The first had darkened eyes, cold, black. He grabbed the older man on top of him by the throat. She heard a crunch and feared for the old man. His head went sideways.
The first clawed at him and ripped his shirt open. Allie saw something dangling, sparkling. It caught her attention and drew her in. The twinkling object was something special and instantly she wanted it. She didn’t know why but she had to have it. The object turned and she saw it was glowing. It was a cross and was glowing with a fire around it. It flared brightly. She put her hands to her face to block out the light. It was so bright that it lit up the night sky. Allie felt as if she was viewing the sun. She shut her eyes tightly until the glow dimmed and she could see again.
As the men struggled, she took action. Allie stood with the purpose of running. She should have run while they fought, but it was too interesting for her to leave. She had to see and find out who would win the fight. She focused sharply and saw the man on the bottom shaking his head violently. Suddenly, the older man on top held his hand high above the others head. His hand glowed with a reddish glow similar to the light she had seen earlier. The intensity of the glow increased. The man on the bottom grew silent and still as the larger man brought his hand closer to his face. Eventually, the man stopped moving and stared at the glowing hand.
It was in that instant that Allie recognized the man on the bottom not as a scary man, but as a boy, somewhat older yet not quite a man. His blond shoulder length hair fell to the side to reveal a teenage face, perfect in her estimation.
A rush of excitement filled the little girl. She sprang forward to view all before her. Gazing on the man and teen, she clearly saw both faces. The man was old as her father, ancient. The teen was handsome. She looked at his mouth to view his teeth. She saw fangs. She ventured closer as the man put some type of harness on the young boy.
Before Allie could open her mouth, figures fell from the tops of the trees around them. It was both amazing and frightening. How were they floating down to her? Were they angels sent from heaven?
The two floaters were teenage girls. Each clutched a cross strung on a necklace. They held them high, searching in all directions, aiming them as if they were weapons. The first had an oval face and green eyes. She had long blond hair that flowed past her shoulders. The front left side was dyed purple and braided with purple beads. The other had her hair dyed black with a wide white streak on the top that reminded the young girl of a skunk. The teenager had brown eyes and fashioned her hair into a tight ponytail. Both looked sixteen and looked at her with morbid curiosity.
“Who are you?” asked Allie with a shaky voice.
“Your worst nightmare,” replied the girl with the ponytail.
The other laughed.
Allie readied to ask her next question to the strangers. She should have been frightened. She was all the more curious and wanted answers. As she opened her mouth, she heard rustling from the trees. Both girls’ faces contorted to a look of horror. Allie wondered what would change a smile to fear so quickly. The blond girl looked at her and her eyes were saucers.
“Run!”
Allie was no fool. This was serious and she did as told. She turned toward her house and ran through the woods as fast as she could. The whole time she ran, her heart pounded and she glanced to the trees with fear. Something was coming behind her. Something was gaining, closing in on her, toying with her. An explosion occurred in front of her, she yelled as she fell. She breathed hard then took off running again. Another explosion came. This time she saw something small and round whizz over her head. She yelled and ran faster. Whatever those things were they were hot, she felt the heat from the last one as it nipped past her right ear. She pumped her tiny arms harder. Her fence was ahead. Safety was ahead and her legs were burning. She reached toward freedom, wishing she hadn’t come out in the first place.
With a magnificent flash, a woman dropped down in front of her, in front of the hole she had squeezed through earlier. Allie stopped, panting. She looked at the woman before her and fear took her. She couldn’t control the shaking in her body. Though she tried, the woman’s sneer kept her from feeling remotely safe. The woman was horrible, tall with clammy white skin and fiery red hair. The woman’s eyes were darkened, menacing. A scowl proved she was not a friend. She gave the little girl a wide thin grin that chilled her.
Allie backed up.
A whooshing sound came from beside her. She couldn’t take her eyes off the woman in front of her for fear she might kill her or worse. From the corner of her eye she saw the angels descending.
“Is she the one?” asked the blond teenager.
“Not if I can help it,” replied the woman. She opened her mouth and young Allie viewed her long fangs. She hissed at the child.
“She seems a fair lass,” said a man with a deep voice in an accent she heard on television.
Allie resisted looking though the voice sounded friendly. Trouble was between her and her home. She thought of ways to get past the vampire woman.
“She has seen too much, erase her,” howled the woman.
With that, the woman flew straight up and disappeared. Allie looked skyward, searching the trees. She failed to locate the woman. As the people moved in around her, she refocused.
“Hello,” she squeaked, trying to sound friendly. Her eyes opened wide to take in all that she saw. “M-M-Momma said there are no vampires.”
“She’s wrong,” said the blond teen.
“Are you vampires?” Allie panted, waiting to hear the answer.
“Nope,” chuckled the brunette, “we are just as human as you.” She pointed to the overhead trees. “She is the vampire and she is a bad one.” She gave an intimidating look.
“Oh,” said Allie. She gulped. She should have bolted for the hole in the fence, but she had a new question, “who are you?”
“Never you mind, lassie,” bellowed the tall man. “Let’s get this over with.” He motioned to the others to close in around the young girl.
The blond knelt next to Allie. She clasped the girl’s hands in hers and smiled into her face. “Everything is alright. You are going to go home, get in bed, and sleep until morning. You will forget everything you have seen and heard. Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happened to you.” The man handed her a vial. “Open up.”
The smile the teen gave was so endearing Allie obeyed without question. She opened her mouth and drank the liquid from the vial the girl gave her. The teen kept smiling, comforting her so she knew it would be all right.
“That’s enough,” said the man, “we don’t want to over-do it.”
“Is she the one?” asked the other girl.
“Shh,” said the big man, “asked that again lass and it will be your last time.”
“Hey,” hinted the blond. She smiled at Allie.
Allie had no idea what they were talking about. She gazed at the silver chain around the teen’s neck and followed it to the silver cross she wore. It was true: vampires, silver crosses, all of it. Allie felt lightheaded. She turned and the last thing she saw was the vampire woman behind her. She had come back and this time her eyes were not black, they were white. The vampire’s fangs showed and when she held up her hand, Allie saw a small red fireball in her palm. Was that what was flung at her? Instantly, the ball changed to a blinding white. The vam
pire flung the ball at Allie and she felt heat, then nothing.