Dark Vampire
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,327
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Dark Vampire
“Uncle Andrani?” a little girl’s voice called into the silence.
Oh, no. Adrian’s head jerked up, his fangs dripping with blood. The small boy in his arms was limp and cold.
A tiny girl of seven ran into the dimly lit living room, weaving past velvet couches and mahogany tables. Her long red hair flew behind her in crimson waves as she skipped along, and the gruesome scene before her went unnoticed.
“Uncle Andrani! Where’s Mommy and Daddy?” she cried out again before she finally found him kneeling, like a wounded soldier, over a small, mangled form.
His mouth was covered in blood and cradled in his arms was the body of her younger brother, the child’s pale skin coated in the same sticky, red blood. The little girl screamed, blue eyes wide and bright with unshed tears.
“Jamie! Jamie, wake up!” She screamed again, but the lifeless body did not stir. “Mommy! Daddy!”
“They’re dead, little one.” Adrian’s whisper was rough and pained, his throat tightening as he fought back his own tears. “They’re dead.”
He wiped his mouth clean and gently set the boy on the soft rug beside him. “Nichole, please listen...” he pleaded as he started toward the crumpled child. His heart broke at the sight of her, piled on the ground, sobbing and terrified of... him.
“Mommy...” She rocked back and forth, tears flowing down her cheeks and onto the bloodied rug beneath her.
“It’s okay, baby. Everything will be okay.” He wrapped his arms around her protectively. “Uncle Adrian’s here.”
“No! G-get away!” She scrambled back against the wall, shaking fiercely. “You’re a bad man! Stay away! No!”
No, please, he cried silently to himself. Not her.
“Nichole, come back. It’s not what you think.”
He stumbled after her, catching a short glimpse of her before she whipped around another corner. He followed after, only to wind up in the darkened laundry room. Adrian sighed, his heart heavy.
“Nichole, honey, I swear I didn’t kill them. You have to believe me.”
Silence.
He ran a hand through tousled black hair, growling in frustration. “I’m innocent. I will prove it to you somehow.” He hesitated an instant before turning his back to the room. “I’ll be back,” he promised grimly.
And then he was gone.
Nichole stayed silent inside the wicker basket she was curled in, waiting until she was sure he had gone before she bent her head down to cry, knowing that the person she had loved most had murdered her family and ruined her childhood forever.
Oh, no. Adrian’s head jerked up, his fangs dripping with blood. The small boy in his arms was limp and cold.
A tiny girl of seven ran into the dimly lit living room, weaving past velvet couches and mahogany tables. Her long red hair flew behind her in crimson waves as she skipped along, and the gruesome scene before her went unnoticed.
“Uncle Andrani! Where’s Mommy and Daddy?” she cried out again before she finally found him kneeling, like a wounded soldier, over a small, mangled form.
His mouth was covered in blood and cradled in his arms was the body of her younger brother, the child’s pale skin coated in the same sticky, red blood. The little girl screamed, blue eyes wide and bright with unshed tears.
“Jamie! Jamie, wake up!” She screamed again, but the lifeless body did not stir. “Mommy! Daddy!”
“They’re dead, little one.” Adrian’s whisper was rough and pained, his throat tightening as he fought back his own tears. “They’re dead.”
He wiped his mouth clean and gently set the boy on the soft rug beside him. “Nichole, please listen...” he pleaded as he started toward the crumpled child. His heart broke at the sight of her, piled on the ground, sobbing and terrified of... him.
“Mommy...” She rocked back and forth, tears flowing down her cheeks and onto the bloodied rug beneath her.
“It’s okay, baby. Everything will be okay.” He wrapped his arms around her protectively. “Uncle Adrian’s here.”
“No! G-get away!” She scrambled back against the wall, shaking fiercely. “You’re a bad man! Stay away! No!”
No, please, he cried silently to himself. Not her.
“Nichole, come back. It’s not what you think.”
He stumbled after her, catching a short glimpse of her before she whipped around another corner. He followed after, only to wind up in the darkened laundry room. Adrian sighed, his heart heavy.
“Nichole, honey, I swear I didn’t kill them. You have to believe me.”
Silence.
He ran a hand through tousled black hair, growling in frustration. “I’m innocent. I will prove it to you somehow.” He hesitated an instant before turning his back to the room. “I’ll be back,” he promised grimly.
And then he was gone.
Nichole stayed silent inside the wicker basket she was curled in, waiting until she was sure he had gone before she bent her head down to cry, knowing that the person she had loved most had murdered her family and ruined her childhood forever.