I held onto my wooden stake and garlic string as I drove. A vampire had been terrorizing the citizens of Teufort and targeting the women. Mayor Mike hired me to take him down. Of course I had to be on guard and not fall for his charms. I read it in the books. Vampires can be quite the ladies’ man. How do you think Dracula got his three wives?
I walked around town, asking the people what they knew. Some men said that their wives left in the middle of the night and never returned. One boy said that his mother was ghastly pale. She complained that a pair of holes in her neck were the problems. I was taught well in the arts of healing. I did a couple of blood transfusions and she was better. I told her husband to make sure the windows were closed and that she wore garlic around her neck. I also said to put out a rosary on her nightstand.
I finished integrating the townsfolk and returned to my car. I wrote down everything I had learned and drove to the vampire’s lair. Mayor Mike informed me that it lived in the outskirts of town, near the Badlands. I drove out into the desert and found nothing but cacti and a wooden mine. As I drove back to Teufort, the gas tank ran dry and my car died.
“Dang it!” I exclaimed, hitting the wheel. I got out of the car and checked the tank. Something had slashed it. I groaned, kicking the dirt. Night was falling fast and the vampire would be on the prowl again. I opened my trunk and grabbed the tent. I pitched it and slid in the sleeping bag. I started a fire, which crackled to life. After a while, the sun set and the twilight arrived. (NO, NOT A TWILIGHT THING! THIS STORY IS A BETTER LOVE STORY THAN TWILIGHT!!!!))
“Out ‘ere for something?” I jumped up, grabbing my crossbow. I aimed it at the stranger who stood before me. He chuckled, raising up his hands. “Oi ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he said.
“Who are you?” I asked. The stranger pushed down my crossbow.
“Oi am a fellow loike ya that’s stuck in the desert,” he replied. “What about you?” I set down my weapon, trusting the stranger.
“I’m a monster hunter,” I replied. “I was hired to take down a vampire, but I haven’t found him.” The stranger sat down on one of the chairs I brought out.
“You seem loike someone I can trust,” he said. “I’m Mick.” He held out his hand.
“I’m Y/n,” I replied, shaking his hand. Mick smiled. I took a seat next to him, grabbing my onion rings. “Want some?” I asked, holding out the bag. Mick shook his head.
“No thanks, I just ate,” he replied.
“Is that what that is?” I asked, pointing to the little red stains around his mouth. He wiped his hand, looking at the smear.
“Oh, I forgot,” he said. I chuckled, handing him a napkin. He wiped his face, missing some spots. “There, am I good, mate?” Mick asked. I shook my head.
“You still got some on your upper lip,” I said, tapping my own. Mick simply licked it. I giggled. “What’d you have for dinner?” I asked. Mick blushed.
“Oh, Oi, uh,” he stuttered. “You know what? It’s getting late, I should get going.”
“How are you gonna get back to town? You said you were stuck, like me,” I said. His red face reddened. I looked at him. “Mick,” I said, “why don’t you use my tent for the night. I’m sure we can both get back to town together.” He nodded and went in. I grabbed my crossbow and followed.
“Oh, you’re comin’ too?” he nervously asked.
“Yeah, out of the two of us here, I’m the one trained to kill a vampire,” I answered. Mick blushed furiously.
“Uh, I’m a snipah,” he said. I raised an eyebrow.
“Really?” he nodded. I gave a small “tsk” and laid down next to him. “As my guest, you can have the sleeping bag.” As if something had switched in Mick, he immediately became more… curious? No, that wasn’t the right word.
“No,” he said. “Why don’t ya have it? You’re the host.” I blushed. His voice seemed deeper. More, hypnotizing. His blue eyes seemed to entrance me.
“Uh, okay?” I answered. He smiled and unzipped the bag for me. I rolled into it and he zipped me up halfway. “You’re not gonna zip it up all the way?” I asked. Mick shook his head.
“I think you’re foine loike
that,” he answered. He laid down next to me and put his arm across me. I started to sweat.
“G-goodnight,” I stuttered.
“G’night,” Mick replied in a suggestive tone. I gulped.
I think I found the vampire.
*>/<*
I woke up, looking to my side. Mick had fallen asleep. I checked my neck. No holes. I sighed, relieved. I quietly unzipped my sleeping bag. I opened the tent and closed it. I was going to be free.
“Where do ya think you’re goin’?” I gasped. Mick stood before me, the moon illuminating his face. His eyes were red, not blue.
“You are the vampire!” I exclaimed. I jumped into the tent, with Mick following. I reached for the crossbow, but he was upon me. He bared his fangs, hissing. I screamed, finally grabbing the crossbow. I reached for the silver stake and cut Mick’s face. He yelped and got off. I ran out of the tent. I jumped in the car, but Mick was already in there.
“Hello luv,” he said, lunging at me. I screamed, forcing my hand onto his face. His fangs cut my hand. I pulled back in pain. Mick chuckled, raising me towards him.
“Don’t!!!” I yelled, struggling in his grip. He chuckled again.
“G’night.”
*>/<*
I opened my eyes. It was daylight and I was still in my car. My neck pooled with blood. I groaned, rubbing my neck. Two holes had been punctured in my skin. I groaned, reaching for the holy water in my bag.
I was gonna get that vampire.
