Had to write this stupid 2 page ’short’ story for english. I hope he dies. Guest starring Teresa and Eddie.
It was dark and silent in the maze of hedges. Teresa paused for a moment, her rapid heartbeat disrupting the otherwise tranquil scene. A gentle breeze carried her dark hair faintly; up above, the clouds parted to reveal a blue tinged moon. The night protected her, yet it also brought her terror. She had been running from him. Only a few hours before, everything had become so strange…
The elaborate grandfather clock chimed 1 a.m. as Teresa awoke from a dreamless sleep. She looked around and thought to herself, “Wait…this isn’t my house………who’s is it?” As she finished her thought, she felt another’s presence in the heavily furnished chamber. Eyes were upon her, but she could not see in the blackness of the room. She withdrew her cell phone from her pant’s pocket. A simple press of a button formed a rather handy flashlight. However, after only a few seconds of blessed light, the phone’s batteries failed. A chill overtook the room as a lone voice echoed a quiet cackle. “I’ve been watching you Teresa…..I’ve been watching you for quite some time…,” came a raspy male voice. She panicked. Teresa cared little for this mysterious man’s identity as long as she could escape. Scrambling out of bed, she ran to the corner of the room. Her eyes had still not adjusted to the dark, she felt hopeless, soon she would be the victim of whatever creature was toying with her. As she prepared for her final moments, Teresa found a small lever on the side of the grandfather clock. She grasped it firmly and pulled. She was startled as the entire clock slid forward. The same grandfather clock that had brought her into this nightmare happened to conceal a chute. Without thinking, she held herself tightly and plunged into the shadowy opening.
She fell on something soft yet smooth. A terrible odor hung about the room as she began to explore her new prison. Lit candles lined the upper portion of the room, but she could not reach them. As she felt the stone brickwork walls, she found a dense wood like object. “Great,” she thought, “Now I can reach a candle.” She stuck the wood stick high in the air and pushed one end into a candle. To Teresa’s amazement, the wooden stick was not brown or black but more of a white, dull gray color. As she tried to prod a candle out of its holder, the end of the stick suddenly caught fire. She lowered her torch and investigated. “Strange, there’s some sort of liquid at the end of this keeping it lit…,” she pondered. Further investigation brought another question. This clearly isn’t wood, so what is it? Teresa turned to face the rest of the room. Horrified, she screamed. Her soft landing had been facilitated by a number of rotting corpses. Her torch was in fact a bone covered in dry blood.
However, as she shrieked her pursuer became aware of her hidden location. He let loose a cry of his own. The sharpness of the screech tore through the air and deafened her ears. She had to escape. Even though her torch was beyond grotesque, Teresa began to ram herself against the iron clad door at the side of the room. As she futilely attempted to force the door open, her assailant descended into the room.
“I see you have met my family,” remarked the figure.
“Who are you and why are you doing this to me!?” Teresa shouted between fearful gasps.
As the darkened outline floated closer, Teresa’s torch flickered and gave out. She caught little more than a glimpse of his dreadful visage.
“You see, I am a connoisseur of sorts, I have watched you as you’ve matured, ripened, if you will. And now it is time for the harvest. I shall dine on the finest of drinks tonight. You…,” stated the obscure attacker.
“WHAT ARE YOU!? A VAMPIRE?!” screamed Teresa.
After a momentary pause and a sinister chuckle, the figure replied, “No………I’m Eddie.” Teresa could take no more. She kicked and clawed at the solid door while screaming and shouting at the now named abductor, Eddie. Eddie advanced quickly with a huntsman’s precision. In her blind fear, Teresa managed to lift the simple deadbolt that had held the door shut. As soon as she reached the other side of the door, she slammed it shut and wedged the bone torch in the lock mechanism. Even though she couldn’t see where she was going, Teresa sprinted through the damp narrow tunnel, hoping for an exit. Behind her, Eddie let loose a deafening roar and transformed into a black mist. He seeped through the cracks as his wispy form accelerated down the passageway. At the other end, Teresa burst through the cellar doors into a dew laden maze of hedges. She continued to run without any direction, soon she was lost. No longer could she hear Eddie’s hisses and curses as he followed her. She finally thought she may have escaped the blood-crazed hunter.
In these few moments of calmness, Teresa reviewed her situation. How could she, a girl of 17 years, already be attacked by such a beast? Surely vampires could not exist, and she was only having a nightmare. Yet everything had felt so real, Eddie’s presence was enough to turn her warm heart cold. Could it really be? Soon Teresa remembered her lover. How could she have forgotten Thanh? Was this some sort of trick he was playing on her? Halloween was approaching soon, but this was taken much too far. Thoughts of being safe in his strong arms were interrupted shortly thereafter by a flutter of wings. “Oh no,” she thought, “He followed me outside!” The hedge rustled, she turned, expecting to face Eddie. The bushes behind her rustled now, she kept turning, but always the noise was behind her.
“STOP PLAYING WITH ME! COME OUT AND FACE ME COWARD!” challenged Teresa. Her wish became Eddie’s command when she heard his piercing whisper in her ear, “Come child, I will reap your soul tonight. I will never let you go…” However, Teresa knew her challenge would prompt Eddie to reveal himself. She had been ready for his arrival. In her dress Teresa had concealed a large wooden stake from the cellar door. She thrust behind her, but there was no scream. She turned to face Eddie, and she witnessed a sight no mortal should ever see. Shards of ice began to protrude from Eddie’s fatal wound, rapidly covering his body. His form crumpled and solidified. Just before his existence ended, he uttered one final word, “…perfect…” A warm wind came and Eddie’s form shattered. The ice melted abnormally fast into a purple smoke. “At last it’s over,” thought Teresa, “Now I can finally find out where I am and get out over here…back to Thanh’s soothing arms…” As she began to find her way out of the maze, she began to consider the vampire’s last words. Why would his last words be “perfect?” She felt a tinge of pain just below her neck. Teresa parted her hair and investigated with her fingers. There was…something cold and wet on her. She drew her fingers to her face. Her sanguine essence covered her hand as it dripped its way down her arm. “This can’t be,” she thought, “Now…I’m just like…him…” In the distance, a wail was heard such that even the crows took flight. Even so, she could think of nothing but her dearest love…Thanh.
-God
