Count William
by Tegon Maus
I had no idea
what time it was, or for that matter, how long I
had lay here. I let the darkness that
surrounded me soak into me, absorbing its cool
comfort through every pore of my body. The
overwhelming satisfaction of my solitude filled
me with an unparallel joy.
I could lay
here, undiscovered for centuries were it not for
the hunger that pulled at me with a relenting
desire of its own. I ran my tongue over the sharp
tips of my fangs, relishing the sweet memory of
the last time they struck terror into the hearts
of my victims. What held me harder still was the
fear of discovery by the Others.
They didn't understand me... they wanted to hunt
me down... destroy me. They would stop at
nothing to put an end to me. If only I were not
alone in the world... if somehow there were more
of my kind lying in the dark waiting for the
rising of the moon.
I could hear
them even now... the heavy foot steps of the
Others as they searched for me. Images
of angry voices pitchforks, torches, fire,
heartbreaking carnage suddenly filled my head.
My heart pounded as they drew closer to my
sanctuary. My heart sank with dread... I was
about to be discovered yet again.
I had but one
chance... perhaps... just perhaps if I were to
lunge at just the right moment... sink my teeth
so deep, so fast that my victim wouldn't have
time to shout for help... maybe I would survive...
survive long enough to find one of my own.
I readied
myself, getting into a crouched position so as to
strike with a verbosity and speed that would
surely shock my unwitting victim into stunned
silence, assuring my victory.
At that
instant my fortress of darkness was flooded with
a bright unyielding light. I was stunned, caught
off guard for the slightest of moments. I had no
choice... I had to attack before all was lost.
“Aaahh,”
I snarled mincingly, lunging into the light with
all my force.
“Mom ! He's
doing it again,” my older sister, Lisa
shouted.
“Billy !
How many times have I told you ?? That dishtowel
is not a cape... you are not a vampire and you
can not play in the hall closet,” Mom,
now annoyed, shouted from the kitchen.
“Yeah,
Billy. You heard Mom,” Lisa taunted.
“It's
count William to you stink face,” I
returned, slowly pulling the door closed once
more. I let the darkness that surrounded me soak
into me, absorbing its cool comfort through every
pore of my body. I could lay here for centuries...
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