A girl went alone into a deep dark wood. Vampires and other terrible monsters were known to haunt those woods, but the flowers that grew at the center of the forest were the only cure for her motherâs illness.
As she was going, suddenly a tall bloodless man appeared before her. He wore a long black cloak and a wide-brimmed hat. His eyes were vividly red. She tried to run, but he caught her in an instant in a grip like steel. Her struggling was useless, and his cold hand was covering her mouth, preventing her scream.
His seductive voice was in her ear. âStop struggling,â he said. âI wonât hurt you.â
Eventually she stopped struggling. He did not let her go yet. âThere are many things in this forest that will hurt you. When I let you go, you must not run.â
She nodded her head into his clutching hand. He let her go, and she did not run. She found his voice mysteriously soothing. It made her want to stay near him.
He led her in a trance back to his manor house in the misty deep of the woods. He kept her mesmerized with his serene voice and his ruby red eyes, and he fed on her blood every night.
One night she woke up and the vampire was gone, and the trance had worn off. She seemed to wake as if from a dream. Terrified, fearing for life and despairing over her motherâs health, she fled into the woods.
She became lost, and large hulking things were creeping after her in the dark. Something jumped out at her, a terrible monster, part dog, part hawk, part spider. It would have devoured her, but she was rescued by the vampire. She wept with relief when he swept her into his cold arms. At least he had been devouring her slowly. She returned to the manor with him, falling again into her laconic trance.
But she had changed, she had remembered her errand. She was melancholy now, and often wept, âMother, mother.â The vampire found it very distracting.
âWhy do you cry for your mother so?â he demanded. She told him of her motherâs illness and of the curing flowers in the center of the forest.
âA simple matter,â he said. âStay here and do not leave.â
He vanished before her eyes. She did not try to leave the house again. She waited in the luxurious bedroom for him to return. He seemed gone a long time, until she began to feel lonely and afraid.
Then suddenly he was in the room with her again. He took her into his cold arms, placed her in his lap, and nuzzled into her neck, preparing to bite her.
Between mouthfuls, with his voice in her ear, he told her how he had mesmerized her mother and made her eat the medicinal flowers, how he had stayed and watched, hidden, for three days to make sure she was improving, before erasing her memory and leaving.
The girl didnât believe him. Offended to be doubted, the vampire enchanted one of the mirrors to reflect, not his bedroom, but her motherâs sitting room. The girl saw her mother looking healthy in the mirror. But she couldnât believe that either, she said. It could all be an illusion.
The vampire was growing exasperated. He took the girl out of the forest, back to the town where she was born, back to the house of her mother so she could see for herself that the woman was well.
âLet me go to her,â she begged. âSheâll worry about me. Sheâll wonder where I am.â The girl could not be consoled. The vampire let her go. She went to her mother and the two had a tender and tearful reunion.
The girl and her mother lived happily for a while. But the girl felt perversely lonely for the vampire. Sometimes she missed his cold touch and the ache of his fangs in her neck. Her mother saw her daughterâs pining. âDaughter,â she said, âI am well now and still young yet. You donât have to take care of me anymore. Disappear into the woods again if you want.â
The girl went back into the forest to search for her vampire. It was very dark, and she was afraid, but it wasnât long before he found her. She thought he would be angry with her, but he was welcoming, seductive and hungering for her. He took her back to his home to feed.