tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42684520492297610902024-03-08T03:54:09.832-08:00My Vampire StoriesI will share my stories I have created about vampires. Some will be simple short stories others will be more like novels that I will post a chapter at a time. I hope everyone loves vampire stories as much as I do and I look forward to hearing from all of you.JThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11510555967032681541noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268452049229761090.post-42520317875616135322013-03-01T13:41:00.003-08:002013-03-01T13:41:30.073-08:00Vincent<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Chapter II</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> The night was
unusually cold for September but it was a welcome cold it hadn't
gotten below 75 in over a week now. I had found a tree on the eastern
side of the pasture. It was an old oak tree that had to be a hundred
years old the trunk was so big around that it would take three of me
hand in hand to get all the way around it. I was sitting on the
ground with my back against the tree and my spelling book in my back
pocket watching the cows most of which were starting to lay down for
the night. I laid the rifle across my legs and reached into my back
pocket and pulled out the book. I had read this book probably 20
times but had never really understood it because I really didn't even
know how to read. I didn't understand some of the bigger words in it
but I could spell every single word in that book.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> When I heard a
cow make a God awful noise I opened my eyes and realized I had fallen
asleep. I jumped to my feet and ran towards the noise while trying to
load the rifle. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Damn why
didn't I have the rifle already loaded.” I thought to myself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> The noise had
stopped but I had locked onto where it came from and saw the cow
about 30 yards ahead of me. There was a figure beside it but there
was not enough moon light to tell what it was because it had clouded
up. I started yelling and making noise of my own to scare whatever it
was. But it never moved a muscle. When I was about 15 yards away I
could see what looked like a man bent beside the cow with it's face
in the cows neck. This startled me and I slipped on some cow shit and
fell face first to the ground hitting my head on a rock. I rolled
over and jumped straight back up with the rifle up to my shoulder
point at the man who was now standing over the cow looking straight
at me. He had a long trench coat that looked to be black or at least
a dark color of some kind. I felt something hot and wet on my
forehead I wiped it away thinking only it was sweat, but when I
looked at my hand I saw that it was blood from the fall. It felt like
hours but I'm sure it was only minutes I stood there a steady stream
of blood now coming down my face and dripping from my chin. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Who are
you?” I screamed</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> The man said
nothing and never moved, he just stood there staring at me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “This is
your last warning start explaining yourself or I will shoot!” I
exclaimed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Still nothing,
no movement and not a sound came from him. This is also when I
noticed the blood that was on the front of his chin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “OK you give
me no choice.” I said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> I pointed the
rifle at his heart and put my finger on the trigger and started to
squeeze. I heard the gun go off and when the smoked cleared I saw the
man right in my face with the barrel of the rifle in one hand
pointing it up into the sky. He pulled the rifle from my hands and
threw it so far it didn't see or hear it hit the ground. I stumbled
backwards slipping again and fell onto my back. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Looking up at
him I cried “What are you? What do you want with me?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> The man then
reached his hand out and offered it to me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Believe me
if I meant you harm you would be dead by now.” the man said .</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> After a few
minutes I reached up and took his hand. He pulled me to my feet with
what looked like no effort at all. The blood from the cow that was on
his chin was gone now and I could see his coat was indeed black. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Who are you
and what did you do to my cow?” I asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Who I am ,I
would say, is not as important as what I am.” he laughingly said
“As far as what I did to your cow would you prefer I did it to
you?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> I was shocked
by what he said. What did he mean “what I am”?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “My name is
Alexander and as for your cow well I was hungry so I fed” said the
man.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “I do not
understand you have only killed the cow you have taken no meat from
it” I said as I pushed myself to my feet, “how could you say you
have fed?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Haha”
Alex laughed, “Oh how much of the world you do not understand boy.
I bid you farewell here is some money for you livestock.” Alex
reached into his pocket and threw some bills to the ground at my
feet. Then he turned and started off towards the woods.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Wait I
demand to know why you have done this!” I yelled rushing towards
him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Suddenly
before I could even blind he had me in his hand by my throat holding
me above him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “How dare
you demand anything from me boy.! I could snap your neck like a twig
before you knew I had you in my grip.” said Alex angrily.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Alex dropped
me to the ground, I landed on my back and I was struggling to catch
my breath.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">As I regained
my senses Alex was still standing over me with a strange and worrying
look on his face. He looked as if he was listening to something but
what it was I could not tell. Then he looked at me and said the words
that changed my life forever.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Do you
really want to know what I am?” Alex asked with worry in his eyes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Yes I do”
I said slowly in a trembling girlish voice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Very well
but you will have to leave you family and life behind and never look
back. We will leave immediately.” said Alex.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Before I could
answer he had me in his arms and I could feel a sharp pain in my
neck. I realized Alex's face was buried in my neck and I was feeling
more and more tired I could not keep my eyes open. I tried pushing
him off, but to no use I was growing weaker by the moment. Finally I
knew my time in this world was over and I began praying for my soul
then...........I felt nothing! </span>
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JThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11510555967032681541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268452049229761090.post-8700598878077769162013-03-01T11:37:00.000-08:002013-03-01T13:38:53.784-08:00Vincent<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Part I
September 1866</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Chapter I</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> I can remember
the day as if it had happened only yesterday. But let me go back a
little further before it happened and tell you of my life. I was the
son of a simple farmer living in the upstate of South Carolina. I had
two siblings, a brother and a sister. My mother had died giving
birth to me and my father always seemed to hold resentment towards me
for this. My brother and sister seemed to love me but I always felt
that they to were angry at me. So most of the time I kept to myself
and always tried to do as I was told. In early September I rose from
my bed before the sun was up, which was unusual for me. I almost
always was up right as the sun broke over the horizon, because my
window faced due east. Their was a break in the tree line that caused
the light to hit me directly in the face each and every morning. But
this morning was different I awoke and could hear father in the
kitchen, but I couldn't tell what it was he was doing. I wiped the
sleep from my eyes with my hand and started for the kitchen. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Good
morning father”, I started to say, “Vincent what have you done
with the long rifle I don't know how many times I have told to to but
things back where you got them from” my father shouted.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “ I have
not touched the rifle since I went hunting with George last week” I
exclaimed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> George was my
one and only friend and sometimes we would go hunting or just use
that as an excused so my father would let me out of chores for that
day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “ Here
father, I had taken the rifle last night I thought I heard something
out in the cattle field.” I turned to see Joseph standing behind me
with the single shot rifle in his hand. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “ So were
you able to kill the wild dogs?” my father asked with a worried
look on his face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “No father I
heard the cows running around the field and when out to check on them
but didn't see anything I figured they had just spooked themselves. I
walked the fence line and never heard or saw anything.” Joesph
said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Well you
shouldn't have given up so fast because we have a dead cow in the
field that had been taken down by the throat.” yelled father, “Take
Vincent and drag it into the woods we can't have that rotting thing
around the other cows.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Yes sir”
Joesph sighed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> I went to my
room and put on some leather work pants and a plain white shirt and
headed toward the barn with Joesph. I of course did most of the work
saddling up the horse and finding the strongest rope while Joesph
stood at the door shouting orders. Joseph rode the horse while I
followed far behind with the heavy rope over my shoulder. Once in the
field it was easy to find the 500lb cow laying motionless half way
down a gentle slopping hill. While it was still early in the day and
the sun just over the horizon it had to be 80 degrees already,
“That's just how it is in the south” I could remember my
grandfather saying. Joesph was already at the cow off of the horse
and inspecting the dead cow's wounds. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “I must have
scared the damned thing off last night it hasn't been touched except
for the wound on its neck.” boasted Joesph.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> I bent down to
inspect for myself and he was right except for two small holes on
it's neck it looked as healthy as could be. This didn't look like any
dog bite I had every seen but again I am only 17 and haven't lived a
long life. So I kept my thoughts to myself and began to tie the rope
around the neck of the cow, then onto the harness that I had put on
the horse. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Hurry up I
have places to go today!” Joseph shouted from the horse.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “If you
would get you fat ass down here and help me we would be done by now.”
I sighed under my breath.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “What was
that? You need to speak up boy.” said Joesph.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Sorry I
said it's tied you can go now” I said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Joesph kicked
the horse and she started to pull. It was nothing for the horse to
pull the dead cow the 200 yards outside of the fence and into the
woods. When we got back to the barn Joesph jumped off the horse and
walked back up to the house, leaving me to get the hours back into
her stall. I was used to not having any help with my chores or help
with anything really. As long as I can remember I have had to do
everything on my own will little or no help from anyone. My sister
Mary was not as harsh as my brother and father but she usually would
only tend to my wounds or consul me when I was upset. Other than that
she spent most of her time in town with her fiance, going to shows or
other fancy things that I would probably never get to seen in my
life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> I finished
with the horse and felt a slight pain in my stomach and then and
gurgling sound. I realized I had been up for almost 3 hours and not
had a chance to eat anything, so I made my way back up to the house
enjoying the cool breeze. Once I reached the top of the hill I could
smell bacon and instantly quickened my pace. Inside Mary was doing
some dished in the was tub father was reading the news paper where I
could read on the front “Pack of Wild Dogs Terrorize Upstate”.
Joesph was in his room or as least I assumed he was. I looked at the
stove and saw one piece of bacon and a small chunk of ham in a
skillet. I grabbed them up slapped them between 2 pieces of bread and
ate it in record time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> I then went up
to my room because on the paper I had seen the date said it was
Sunday and not even father would make us work on Sunday. Up in my
room I sat on my bed which was straw wrapped in a thin sheet of
cotton it wasn't the softest bed I had sat on but I had gotten used
to it in my 17 years and didn't even notice it anymore really. I bent
over the side of the bed and fumbled around underneath and felt a
small book. I grabbed it and laid back against the wall. This was a
spelling book they gave children when they went to school. Father
hadn't let me go to school because he said my life was on the farm
and nothing they could teach me in school would help me milk or
slaughter cows. But George had been allowed to go until his father, a
shoemaker, had died from an infection. So when he quit I asked if I
could have one of his book and he gladly handed it over. He was
supposed to return the book but he didn't see the harm in giving it
to someone who would actually enjoy it. I read the book sounding out
the letters of the words for about an hour when I looked out my
window and saw Mary and Joesph riding in the carriage on the road
towards town. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> My small bacon
and ham sandwich had all but run out so I decided to make my down
from my room up in the attic and to the kitchen for something to eat.
At the bottom of the ladder I could see father sitting in front of
the fire place with a bottle of brown liquid on the small table
beside him. He was sharping his hunting knife that he carried with
him everywhere, he told me a story one time after he had drank almost
a whole bottle he had killed a man with his knife before. I wasn't
sure If I believed him but I never let him know that. Trying to be
quiet I slowly made my way into the kitchen and found a jar of beef
jerky on the table. I opened it up and pulled 3 pieces from it then
made my way back to my room.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Hey boy”
my father shouted out to me “Joe and Mary will be out all night at
some ball or something I don't remember, but anyway I want you to
watch the cattle tonight we can't afford to lose anymore. The rifle
is by the door don't forget to take ammo.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> “Yes father
I won't” I said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Since I knew I
would have to be up all night in that stinking field all night I
took me a nap, but only slept a couple of hours. I spent the rest of
the afternoon dozing and reading my book. Right as the sun was
sinking below the horizon I strapped on my boots and headed down the
ladder. Father was snoring loudly in front of the fire with his knife
on the floor and the empty bottle in his hand. I picked up the rifle
and went over to the cabinet were we kept the ammo pouch slung it
over my shoulder and headed for the pasture. </span>
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