Freshly Dug Graves

A 15-year-old girl's heart is captured by a beautiful, impossible-to-love, cold-hearted vampyre.

                The birds swoop low to the ground, as if expecting some unearthly creature to rise from the many graves. I walk through the graveyard, the way I always take to get home from school. But this time, something just doesn’t feel right. Maybe it’s the crows, that don’t seem to be here today; or maybe the whole place, which is too quiet. There are usually a couple people here, even on the rainiest days; but today, nothing. Not even a stray dog.

                As I walk along the path, I tie my bleach-blonde hair into a loose ponytail. Something stirs in the bushes to my right and I jump.

                “God, I’m jumpy today!” I say, laughing out loud, trying to see if it would comfort me. It didn’t.

                Something else caught my attention. A piece of paper, half buried in the gravel path. I knelt down (wearing a skirt) and plucked it out of the dirt.

                To Whomever It May Concern,

You are not safe walking in the graveyard alone.

Nasty things lurk in the bushes that you would not like to be caught alone with.

Go home, go on with your life, and never come this way again.

You wouldn’t like it if you did.

Stay away from the graveyard.

Especially at night. 

                The note scared me, sure enough, but it also made me curious. Who was this person who warned me not to come through here? Why? I didn’t have the answers to those two important questions, but I didn’t think I would get them soon enough for my liking. So, right then and there, I made the conscious dicision to walk through the graveyard the next day. Probably pretty stupid of me, but all I wanted was answers. So, I bottled up my fear and mentally prepared myself for what I might find. As usual, my overactive imagination got the best of me.

                I walked to school my usual way which, for some reason, wasn’t through the graveyard. Don’t ask me why, I’m just like that. I got to school, said hello to all my friends, sat through eight hours of boring classes (and lunch) and got my stuff ready to go home. I was nervous as hell.

                I waited for awhile before leaving the school, saying a long goodbye to my friends, not knowing when (or if) I was going to see them again. My friend Maria, who barely reached my shoulder (I being a tall 6ft2), asked if I was getting a ride.

                “No, why?” I asked her, giggling nervously, knowing full well why.

                “Oh, no reason.” She said, giving me a weird look. I seemed to get those a lot. I slowly made my way through the crowd (waiting for buses, no doubt), and left the school’s property. I walked slowly along the freshly-laid sidewalk until I reached the immense, 10ft gates that marked the entrance to the graveyard. I took in a deep breath and proceeded along the path.

                I felt really tense and unsafe for the first five minutes, then I started to relax and doubt the note I’d found the day before. I had just relaxed completely, when something rustled in the bushes behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know that it was out of the bush and on the path behind me.

                “You obviously didn’t get my note if you’re walking around the graveyard, little girl.”

                I didn’t have to turn around to know that the voice didn’t belong to a human, either. The voice was like velvet, caressing my ears with a sweet innocence I couldn’t place. And yet this innocent voice was the most threatening thing I’d ever heard in my life. That was exactly what it was threatening, too: My life.

“You aren’t going to say anything, are you? Maybe you should turn around and see just what you’re up against. Try to remember a little self-defense. Not like it would be of any use against me, though.”

                I slowly turned around to face the threat. It wasn’t what I had expected. Not what I expected at all. He was the most beautiful human I’d ever seen. He had caramel-colored hair, hazel eyes, pale skin, and an irrisistable mouth I immediately craved kissing. It was turned up into a sneer of impatience. His eyes seemed to glow faintly red.

“What’s wrong, cutie? Monster got your tongue?”  

With that, he laughed coldly and disappeared. I spun around, gasping at his speed, to find him behind me, just a centimeter away. I started to scream, but arm wrapped around my waist, binding me to him, and with his available hand, he covered my mouth, to avoid my scream being heard.

“Now, now... Don’t go screaming on me, little girl. I want to make this enjoyable. For both of us... Now, why don’t you come to my place with me? We’ll have lots of fun.”

                He laughed, his hot, sweet-smelling breath blowing on my face. I had just been attacked by this boy, and yet his beauty caught me off guard. I looked in his glowing red eyes and immediately regretted it, for I couldn’t look away. I tried desperately to free myself from his hypnotic stare and cool, soothing arms, but to no avail. No sooner had I blinked that his fangs pierced my neck. It felt like heaven, but I knew something was wrong. My body was filled with adrenaline as he indulged on my blood. I somehow knew what he was the instant I saw him, though I didn’t believe they’d existed. Well, now I know better.

               

 

                I woke up in a strange bed, a strange room, a strange house in a strange country. I looked to my left and was greeted by a spectacular view of snow-capped mountains through a canvas window. The breath was knocked out of me by this stunning view. Only then did I realize I wasn’t alone in this room, and no matter what I did, I wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.

“So, you’re finally awake, huh, Sleeping Beauty? And I do mean it when I call you that. You are truly the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen. Sorry to scare you. I brought you some clothes. There’s hot water, soap, shampoo, everything a woman needs to make herself clean. The bathroom is at the end of the hall, last door on your left.”

                He stood up slowly and left the room, no doubt the way he came. I kicked off the blankets and slid off the huge bed. My bare feet touched the floor and I gasped at how cold it was. I quickly made my way to the end of the bed and began inspecting the clothes he had brought me. Hmm... Just my size. This meant there was no excuse to not wear them.

                “Damn...” I muttered under my breath. Upon further inspection, I realized it was a sleeveless dress with no back (just laces) and some really nice heels, which were somehow my exact size.

                I dragged my feet to the bathroom and closed the door, locking it for extra measure. I doubted it would be enough to hold the beautiful creature that had kidnapped me, but there was no harm in false hope, was there?

                I ran the shower as hot as I could stand and stripped in front of the mirror. The first thing I noticed without my school uniforms collar blocking the way, was the mark on the side of my neck. Two identical holes, an inch apart, that were partially healed over. The night before came back to me in separate blows to the side of my head. I quickly jumped into the shower to see if that would help the sudden migraine. I washed my hair, body, and face as fast as I could, then stayed in the heat as long as I could stand. I turned the water off and got out, towel drying my body and hair. I looked in the mirror, into my reflection’s ice blue eyes. But my reflection’s eyes seemed different today... They seemed glazed, lost in thought, or otherwise blank. This scared me.

                I slipped into the tight-fitting, beautiful dress and combed my scraggly hair. I put on the makeup he had in the bathroom and went to the door. I took a deep breath, my hand poised above the doorknob. Just then, the door opened and I jumped back.

“You look good. Come. Have some dinner. You’ll feel better, stronger. My chef is one of the best in the world. I doubt you won’t like what he made you.”

                All this he said with a lopsided grin that made him look like a puppy. I couldn’t resist, and followed him to the dining room, his hand on the small of my back without actually touching me.

                We walked into the dining room where a man was setting a place for me. There was lobster, chicken parmesan, fettuccini alfredo, crab, Caesar salad, every kind of food you could imagine, all on the one table. I gaped at all the food and the beautiful being beside me laughed at, no doubt, my expression.

“All this food is for you. Eat as much as you want, no doubt you must be starving.”

                I looked at him as if to ask, “Are you having some, too” when I remembered that he was a vampyre, or something of the sort. He laughed and looked at me with amusement in his every feature.

“I’ve already feasted, my darling. Now, go on. Eat up.”

                I ate as much as I could handle, then laid my head back against the back of the chair with my eyes closed. When I opened my eyes, I noticed the strange boy staring at my neck, his jaw clenching and un-clenching over and over again, like he was trying to control himself.

"You know, it's not nice to taunt people, darling."

                He this said sweetly, only then looking up from my exposed throat. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't prepared to give it to him. I slowly sat up. My heart racing, without thinking, knowing he would read my actions in a second, I bolted for the exit.

The End

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