Valley Vampire

I originally wrote this story at a suggestion from my younger sister. I posted it at Quizilla like three years ago and completely forgot about it. Then today, I just happened to stumble across it. Thought I'd post it here and see what kind of response I got.


Luka was looking around the confines of the smoky bar, shopping for his first victim when he saw an unexpected surprise. Shiva, his sire, was already one step ahead of him and had her latest meal ready and willing to sacrifice a few pints of blood for the unadulterated affections of his mistress. Faster than you can blink, he was at her side and whispering in her ear, "Why are you following me?" " Luka, I thought you'd be happy to see me here," she said with a fake pout on her fanged lips. "Meet me outside, we need to discuss a little bit of business," He said as he scowled at her.

At six feet two inches he already cut an imposing figure, but when you added his finely chiseled Romanian features and jet black hair you got a positively beautiful creature indeed. Clothing was one of his vices and he always dressed as if he were dining among royalty, with black, midnight blue and deep royal purple composing most of his wardrobe, and nothing but the finest silk, leather, and velvet clothing lining his closets as he was still quite partial to the old fashions of clothes.

Tonight he was dressed as the consummate vampire, black leather pants and a white silk shirt, he almost looked the part of a vampire lord. He stalked off towards the back exit of the bar, thinking to himself, 'I left St. Petersburg to get AWAY from her. She stifles my creative vampire juices, she thinks she knows so much, and that I have SO much to learn from her. Doesn't she realize that after more than four hundred years I know what I'm doing? There hasn't been a human yet that hasn't succumbed to my massive charms.' He sniffed superiorly as he walked out into the alley behind the bar and leaned on the wall of the next building, waiting for his former mentor to exit as well. 'What's taking her so long, doesn't she realize that I am now too important to be left waiting here while she arranges a "by your leave" with her victim?" He glanced at his watch, 12:00 am, he'd been waiting for her for almost fifteen minutes before she finally sauntered out of the door of the club.

Shiva watched as Luka stalked off for the back of the bar, and thought to herself, 'It won't hurt the young hothead to wait a few minutes while I finish off my evening meal', as she bit into the neck of the previously abandoned prey she had been tending to earlier. Shiva is one of the oldest vampires known to exist, and still she wondered whatever had possessed her when she had made that one. He was so arrogant. She could still remember his parting words to her after completing twenty-five of the required one hundred year apprenticeship that all vampires must go through before they are allowed to hunt and live on their own. "You have nothing left to teach me, the student has now become the teacher, and I would be better served by learning by myself." She had always known that her weakness for handsome mortal men would one day bring about her ruin. She wasn't too disturbed by it though, for she had a plan for this arrogant, young vampire. Oh yes, and would he regret the day that he had spurned her help, she thought as she finally started for the back of the bar herself. Yes, by the time she was finished with him he would be begging for mercy, in fact she had already put all of the necessary gears in motion. What was that old saying again? "Hell hath no fury. . . . ." She was thinking as she made it to the exit and stepped outside.

As soon as she exited the bar he laid into her "What in the bloody hell do you think you are doing HERE?!? I left St. Petersburg to RID myself of you and yet here you are, AGAIN! Do you not understand that I can not stand to see your face anymore?? What will it take for me to banish you from my presence forevermore?" He was screaming in her head so loudly she thought he was going to bust a mental vocal cord.

"I only followed you here because I have a little proposition for you," she began.

"What kind of proposition would that be?" he said, impatient to get her out of his hair.

"First I'll tell you the stakes of this friendly competition, and then, once you have decided whether or not you will accept it, I will outline the fundamental elements of this little wager," she said with a slight sneer in her voice.

"Fine, get on with it then!" he said in his usual petulant tone.

"Good, on with business, now the stakes are this, if you succeed with this little quest of mine, I'll disappear from your sight forever. You'll never see me again, BUT if you fail then you will finish the wager to the end and reenter my tutelage to complete the training that you so foolishly cast of almost four hundred years ago. The last seventy-five years of your training that you thought were beneath you. What say you to these terms?" She gazed at him intently while he thought it over.

" Let me just make sure that I have this straight, all I have to do is win, and I'll never see you again, and if I lose then I have to finish my apprenticeship, correct?"

"Correct"

"I ACCEPT!"

"Good," she said as a very sneaky smile crept over her face.

"Now, these are the rules of your task, I will pick a victim for you, and you will then turn the chosen person to our side, and begin their apprenticeship. When it gets to a point where you can no longer take the rigors of teaching a newly turned vampire, then you forfeit the competition, their apprenticeship and yours, and I will teach you both. Now, you must change this person using only mental persuasion techniques, the subject must be hypnotized so that they cannot speak, or even think a thought of their own until they are turned, if this is not done,and done correctly, mind you, then in the process of turning them they will lose all sense of self, and become a raving, killing machine once they have turned. As an added bonus, you can not know their name or even hear them speak until the day after they have turned. That is the task that I place before you." She said to him.

"That's it? You couldn't come up with something more challenging than that? This is child's play, even a vampire that's only a century old could perform this task, " he said to her, his voice dripping with disdain as they walked back into the bar.

An evil smile played over her lips as she thought about how delicious his torture was going to be.

"So go ahead, pick my victim, anyone in the room," He said.

"No, you don't understand I have a special place in mind for this experiment, take hold of my hand and I will teleport us to the place where I shall choose your apprentice."

He took hold of her hand and a few seconds later they were in a nightclub that was packed to the limit with teenagers and young adults. There were flashing strobe lights and loud dance music in the background and all of the mortals looked like they were enjoying themselves to the fullest.

" Do you see that girl over there with the Hawaiian halter top and khaki shorts?" she asked him, pointing to the girl.

"Isn't she a bit young for this? I mean really, I knew you were a twisted little thing, but pedophilia is really most unbecoming for a vampire." he smirked at her.

"Do you know me so little as to think that I have not completely researched this scrumptious little mortal? Trust me when I say, that while she is still in high school, she has just turned eighteen, which makes her the perfect participant in our little wager." she smiled coolly back at him.

" Oh, you are just making it too easy for me to get rid of you," he said as he sneered at her. He started making his way through the crowd and as he walked he was already invading and preparing the girl's mind for the trials involved in becoming a vampire. By the time he reached her she was in a walking coma. Shiva came up behind him.

"Grab my hand again and I will transport you both to your apartment, there will be more privacy there, it will be daylight in less than an hour and it will take you almost that long to turn her and get her into a coffin," she said as she extended her hand to him yet again. He took hold of her hand and in a matter of seconds they were standing in the living room of his townhouse in downtown New York. " This is where I will leave you, I am going to place a spell of sight over both you and your fledgling so that I can keep an eye of both of you, and don't even think about arguing with me, I need to keep track of your actions to make sure that you don't completely botch turning process. And now I must leave for it takes a little longer for me to reach my safety from the sun, I will visit you both tomorrow, just to make sure that everything turns out pleasantly, agreed?"

"Agreed," he said as he bent to take the subject's blood to begin the process of turning this beautiful, young, mortal girl. Before his teeth even cleared her beautiful throat, he heard a slight whisper behind him that told him Shiva was gone. He took this moment of solitary existence to examine the magnificent specimen of beauty that lay before his eyes. She had the figure of Aphrodite, greener eyes than any shamrock, and beautiful long, silky blond hair. There was one thing that he could say about Shiva, she had exquisite taste when it came to objects of beauty. He just knew that she had to have an exquisite mind as well, no one who looked as beautiful as this could be your common kitchen stupid kind of girl. And if there was any thing he prized above all else, it was intellectual stimulation, for some reason it seemed that more important to him than anything else about mortals. Straightening up he shook himself and proceeded to turn the young beautiful girl. Once all of necessary procedures had been performed he gently lowered her into the extra coffin he always carried with him, "just in case", before he lowered himself into his custom made casket to sleep the day away.

He awoke early the next evening to a loud banging coming from her coffin, and from all the noise it sounded like she was shouting too. Good, he always had liked his women passionate. He slowly walked over to her coffin, relishing the sounds of her terror almost as much as he enjoyed being in the blood thrall. When he reached her coffin, he knelt down and opened the lid, and used his telepathic powers to calm her before she tried to hurt him or herself so that he could explain what was going on. He reached inside the coffin and took both of her bloody, but rapidly healing hands into his own, and looked deeply into her eyes as he took a breath to explain to her what she now was.
" First of all, tell me your name, my sweet darling," he said almost tenderly.

"Cherry" she whimpered.

" Alright Cherry, I'm going to explain what has happened to you, and what will be expected of you from now on." A look of supreme terror filled her tearstained features. " No, no, there is no reason to fear me. Last night you met me at the club, and then I gave you an extraordinary gift. . . . I made you a vampire. Now, real vampires are not very similar to what you have been led to believe in movies. We are in fact quite different, the only thing that is harmful to us is sunlight, and beheading of course. A stake to the heart does nothing for the heart will simply regenerate and keep on beating, that and the fact that your heart is now incased in a shield of solid bone that is two inches thick. Now that you are a vampire you will become my apprentice for the next one hundred years as I teach you everything that you will need to know for when the time finally comes to an end and you are ready to hunt on your own. Until that one hundred years is over, you must do exactly as I instruct you to, and you cannot turn anyone else into a vampire until the one century is over. You would not be able to facilitate the safety procedures that have been in practice since the first vampire turned the first apprentice. For not everyone is turned as easily as you evidently were. Now do you have any questions?" he asked her as he came to the end of his speech.

As he had been talking to her, a slow look of wonderment had come over her face, and had steadily increased until she looked almost enthusiastic. "Like, OH MY GOD!! I am so totally into this! I've always thought that vampires were so sexy, like you, youre a sexy little beast aren't you? Sexy! OH SNAP, wait until I tell the rest of the cheerleading squad! Oh My God, Oh My God, this is like so retro," she said in her Valley Girl accent as she looked around, "But we have got to do something about all of this dark decor, I mean, black is soooo like last year! Only those freaky little Goth kids do black anymore, the colors of the season are pastel, pastel, pastel, I mean H-E-L-L-O! How far behind in the trends can you be? Oh and your clothes, they have to go the way of garbage can, you look just like my granddad. That look is so like, facial, and tired. We have to go shopping, Saks Fifth Avenue is just like calling my name now! Oh Snap! This means that I can turn my sweet widdle puppy Bambi into a vampie vampire too! How do you feel about dogs. . . . "

Luka listened as she droned on and on, and tried to block out her incessant chatter, and two hours later she was still going on. He massaged his temples, he had a major migraine coming on, he didn't even think vampires could get migraines, and then found himself beginning to wonder, 'What in Vampire Hell has Shiva gotten me into?!?!?'
To Be Continued. . . . . . .

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