I walked into the antique shop for the first time on a Friday afternoon. I walked with a skip in my step and a kind of child like excitement as I looked around at all the hidden treasures that were just sitting there, waiting to be discovered. I had seen this shop at least a dozen time on my way home from work and never thought anything of. The hustle and bustle of everyday life had taken most of my attention and I didn't have time for any adventures, no matter how small. I had mentioned to my wife about coming with me to check out the little shop but she declined, claiming that her schedule was already filled for the day, most likely with watching some quintessential shopping program, or lounging on the couch as she did most weekends. I didn't let her lack of enthusiasm deter me from my mission though and so I went, giddy, and full of wonder, to satisfy my new found curiosity.
The shop seemed empty and completely devoid of any life, at least as far as I could tell. I looked around for a store clerk but found none. No matter, I was happy to look around on my own with the presence of a sales person attempting to pressure me into purchasing something that I really didn't want or need. I can't say that I went into the store with the intention to buy something, I actually just wanted to see what kinds of things they carried, but should I happen upon something that I really feel I can't live without, well then, that would be another story.
The shop was full of so many things, most of them un-categorized, and just strewn around haphazardly. I didn't see any prices on anything, nor any labels with descriptions of the items; just old trinkets stuck on shelves with no order or pattern. It was odd to see so many odds and ends thrown in together like that. They seemed so sad suddenly, lost or abandoned possessions sitting derelict on a dusty old shelf as if this shop were some type of a graveyard for unwanted belongings. Some of the merchandise, if you can call it that, was nothing more than tattered junk, others would at the very least make good conversation pieces. There wasn't anything though that would be considered extraordinary and I couldn't imagine that much of what I saw could really be that overly expensive. I was, however, on that note, very wrong.
My wanderings took me around the entire show room, from shelf to shelf, exploring every cabinet, book stand or show case. Nothing stood out to me and so I had, disappointingly, decided to leave when something in the back of the room caught my eye and my curiosity implored me to examine it further. There in the shadows, amid broke down cardboard boxes and cobwebs, was an umbrella.
There was nothing spectacular about this umbrella at all. It was old and weathered. The handle was carved from some type of wood, what I could not tell because the years had worn away the varnish but the ornate design of it was still visible and that was when, upon investigating that design, I had come to realize that I knew this tattered old relic. Knew it, had seen it many times, and the very presence of it now sent a chill up my spine and caused my stomach to turn and twist and into sickly little knots. Had I been a smarter man perhaps I would have turned and ran from this macabre collection of broken dreams, but I didn't run. The peculiarity of the situation made me ponder the existence of this artifact. Where had it come from? Who had brought it here? Why was it here? These questions puzzled me greatly. If this thing were in fact the one it appeared to be, the last time I had seen it was nearly twenty- years ago, burnt to ash in a fire.
Hesitantly, and with mixed emotions, I reached out and took hold of the retched monstrosity. My hands were shaking and my heart leapt into my throat. I could barely breathe as I brought the umbrella into the light so that I could see it more clearly. The black canopy was torn in places, not like I remembered it back when it was new, but it was the same gentlemen’s umbrella that I had encounter a hundred times before in my youth, I was sure of it because engraved on the hand carved, crook handle, was my grandfathers initials, RS. I gasped and nearly dropped the thing, how could this be? No I thought to myself, this can't be, it's impossible. Still, there was no denying the initials in the handle. The fine narrow R and the long sloping tail of the S like a snakes tail slithering along the wood. The ornate design was eerily familiar as well, a carved skeletal hand wrapped bony fingers around the crook while decaying leaves, and creeping vines climbed the wooden shaft. My blood ran cold and my body suddenly broke out in goose flesh. I tossed the decrepit creature to the side and turned to leave this place when suddenly I saw an old man standing before me. The old codger looked familiar to me though I couldn't place him. Where had he come from I wondered. There was no one here a moment ago. "Did you find anything you like?" He asked me, grinning with crooked yellowed teeth. "Perhaps I can show you something?"
"I've seen enough." I bellowed at him. I pushed my way past the old man and headed for the door. I was shaking all over, perspiration lined my forehead, and my heart was pounding madly in my chest. Why did I come here I suddenly demanded of myself, why! This was a nightmare, it had to be, I was at home sleeping lazily on the porch as I often did on my days off and I was having a terrible, horrible nightmare! Oh God, I pleaded, let me wake up now and forget this cursed place. I rounded the corner and then slammed into the door with all my weight but the force of my body did little to open it. It was like hitting a brick wall though the door was made of glass! There was a thick fog forming on the other side of the glass, the windows were obscured with it. This can't be happening I thought, not to me. "Let me out!" I demanded. "Unlock this door at once and let me out!"
The old man walked up slowly behind me, the umbrella in his hand. He held it close to his body and leaned on it like a walking stick, much the same way my grandfather had. "Why the hurry?" the shop keeper asked me. "Did you not find my shop to your liking? I have many curious objects here, each with a story to tell. What story do you think this old umbrella will reveal?"
I reeled around and glared at him. "To hell with your shop and to hell with you; I have no idea how you came to possess that hideous old fossil but I want no part of it!" The man’s face soured as he glared at me. His wrinkled old visage twisted into what I can only describe as something dark and evil. "You're very rude." He growled. "But then you always have been, haven't you? You’re smug and contemptuous; an ungrateful little brat!"
"Who are you?" I screamed suddenly, "What do you want from me?"
"What I want..." The old demon hissed, "Is to watch you burn!" He raided the umbrella above his head suddenly and brought it down with a swift, hard force. I put my hands over my head and whimpered in fear as I had done so many times as a child just before the crushing blows of that dammed rod struck my back, arms, and legs. I felt my body fall backwards and the umbrella came inches from cracking my skull open. The doors suddenly flung open and I fell out into the cold, wet, night. I landed hard on the side walk, my backside exploded with pain as I hit the asphalt but at least I was out of the shop. I expected the old devil to follow me outside, swinging his umbrella madly in the night air but he didn't. The doors to the shop closed and as I looked through the glass I saw his face once more and that was when I realized why he looked so familiar to me. It was him, it was my grandfather. He was standing there staring at me just as he had twenty years ago, his face twisted into a mask of disgust and loathing. "You're not real." I whimpered to the face in the window. "I watched you die!" He smiled at me then but it was a wicked, tormenting smile. Slowly the face ebbed away from the glass and was replaced with thick black smoke. I swore I could smell brimstone just then and the putrid scent of burning flesh. "Burn in hell you old bastard." I sneered, "It's where you belong."
The first time that I saw Eric, I was only fifteen years old. He was beautiful even then with those large, sapphire eyes. His hair was a golden brown, the back just nearly touched his shoulders and the sides were combed back and tucked behind his ears. He was dressed the way that teenagers dressed back them, a baggy shirt and blue jeans, torn about the knees. He had scuffed tennis shoes and a faded old denim jacket. He had an ear ring in his left ear then, if I remember correctly it was a silver stud, nothing fancy, just a plain silver stud but it reflected the light of the moon as he sat perched, on a picnic table in the small park near my house. It was 1989 then and I was a girl against the world, angry at any adult that crossed my path. My parents didn’t understand me, and I felt like my school was a prison that held me hostage and kept me from reaching my full potential as the artist that I knew I was inside. The only person that understood me and saw the real me inside was Tyler Bennett.
Tyler was a self-proclaimed “bad boy”, he was dangerous, kind of a trouble maker but oh my God was he hot. He smoked, which was a big deal in my neighborhood back then, only the cool kids smoked and I was cool because I hung around with his group. I wanted so badly to be Tyler’s girl but he saw me more as a little sister rather than a potential girlfriend, but I didn’t care, I tried everything I could to make him see me in a different light. I was always there, at his side. I laughed at his jokes; I hung on his every word and even played goffer for him when he wanted a soda or something to eat. Tyler was eighteen but I guess back then it never occurred to me that he was interested in someone with a little more experience, that’s why it nearly killed me when I ran to his house, upset about the recent fight with my dad, expecting Tyler to take me into his arms but instead I found that Kim Jennings had already found her way into the arms that I longed to be caressed in. I ran away from Tyler’s house in tears, despite his protests for me to come back and talk to him. If he didn’t understand why I was hurt then, he never would. It was late, almost ten and I didn’t want to go home, but I couldn’t think of anywhere else to go so I headed for the park where I knew I could be alone. Many nights I would go to this park, slouch down on one of the swings and cry my eyes out as I wished for my prince charming to come and sweep me away to some far away kingdom where kids were in charge, no one grew old, adults were the enemy and I could do whatever I wanted. Yeah it sounded a bit like never never land and I sure as hell was no peter pan but I was fifteen then and well, it sounded good to me at the time.
Needless to say, my prince charming never came…until the night I met Eric.
He was watching me as I walked across the grass that night. It was just nearing the end of summer and I had a light jacket on over a black tank top and black faded jeans. The grass looked black as walked across it and that was fitting because that’s what I felt like inside, like a black empty void had swallowed my adolescent heart. It doesn’t seem so important now, but back then Tyler was my life and I just felt like my life was suddenly over. I glanced to the side and saw Eric sitting there but I didn’t pay much attention, he was just another kid, barely older than me and nothing about he stood out as exceptional. I walked to my swing and sat down, the tears of my broken heart stained my face and my black eye-shadow and liner streak my cheeks so it looked like I was crying black blood. Eric walked over and sat down on the swing beside me. He started swaying back and forth slowly, his feet scuffing the ground beneath him. “Hey Girly…” He whispered, “Why the water works?”
“Go away.” I groaned, “It’s none of your business anyway.”
“I was just trying to help.” He said softly, not really angry or annoyed, he seemed like he understood the pain I was in and he just sat there, quietly watching me.
“Who are you anyway?” I snapped at him suddenly, “I’ve never seen you around here before.”
That was when he told me his name, Eric. The word fell off his lips softly and seemed to echo in the comfortable night air. He had a soothing tone to his voice, like a choir of angels singing when he spoke and I suddenly realized that there was something magical about him. He smiled, almost as if he knew what I was thinking.
“I know you’re in pain.” He said then, “You’re parents suck; your friends aren’t there for you when you really need them, and your life seems empty right now.”
“How do you know all that?” I asked him.
He shrugged some and seemed to stiffen up a bit at that question. “I’ve been watching you for a while.” He said to me, almost in a whisper. “I felt bad I guess, because I know how you feel. I thought I might be able to help you.”
“You can’t help me.” I frowned, “And there is no way in hell that you can know how I feel.”
“You’re wrong there.” He smiled again, but it was a calming, friendly smile. “My parents were horrible; they always treated me like a kid and thought they knew what was best for me. My friends weren’t much better, they abandoned me when I needed them the most, but I made new friends, friends that understand me. They helped me through a tough time and I am totally devoted to them now. I think if you came with me, you would see what a real family is like.”
“A real family?” I asked, “What about your parents? Did you run away or something?”
Eric nodded, “It was a long time ago, my parents are gone now but that doesn’t matter because I have a family that loves me and would do anything for me. It can be that way for you too, if you want it.”
“I don’t know if I want to run away.” I said. “I mean, I’m sure my parents would miss me.”
“They probably would…” Eric agreed, “But at least you would be free to do whatever you wanted, be whoever you wanted and not have to live under their rules anymore, and you wouldn’t be alone because you’d have a new family, and you’d have me.”
“I don’t even know you.” I told him. “How can I know that I can trust you?”
He laughed then, “If I wanted to do something bad to you, I would have done it by now. Instead, I am offering you a chance to be free. Not just that either, you’d be different, you’d be powerful.”
“Powerful?” I narrowed my eyes as I looked at him, “What do you mean powerful?”
“My family and I …”He hesitated a moment and looked up at the night sky as he thought over his words, “We’re not exactly like anyone you have ever met before. If you joined us, it would mean giving up the life you have now, your family and friends, school everything, but it’s worth it when you think of what you would be gaining.”
“And what would I be gaining?” I asked.
“Eternal life…” He said simply. “The chance to stay young and beautiful forever; you would never be sick again, no colds or flues. You wouldn’t even so much as get a runny nose. Adults would look at you differently, and the world would seem like a much better place because you wouldn’t be tied down to one place and made to grow up in this mundane little town, falling into the patterns of everyone else that has lived and died here. “
I thought he was insane at first and I laughed as I looked at him coldly. “What are you saying? Like you’re a vampire or something?”
He didn’t smile when he looked at me, he just nodded his head. “That’s exactly what I am saying, and you can be one too, that’s what I am offering to you.”
I was about to jump off the swing and start running, he was obviously nuts and I didn’t know what someone so unhinged was capable of but as I looked into his eyes, I could see that he was serious, he was telling me the truth. I know that it sounds ridiculous when I think back to that point, but I just knew in my heart that what he was telling me was true, he was really a vampire, and he was asking me to join him and his family. I started thinking about what that meant, what I would be giving up and, like he had told me, what I would be gaining in the process. I shook my head suddenly when the reality of it hit me. “No…”I said as I looked up at him, “That would mean what? Staying fifteen forever? Never growing up?”
“I’ve been 16 for forty-years.” He told me, “And not a night goes by that I have regretted my decision. Steven, whom I now think of as my brother, came to me just as I have come to you and he offered me the same thing. I came back a few times to see my parents, just curious as to how they were and when I saw that they had gone on with their lives without me, I knew that I made the right choice.”
“Where are they now?” I asked him, “Your parents.”
He looked down, a little sadly then. “Dead, they passed away a few years ago. But I have a brother and sister, nieces and nephews. They have all had a good life so it was all okay, I am sure they missed me for a while but they moved on and so did I.”
“Did you ever speak to them again, or even get to say good-bye?”
Eric shook his head. “It’s not allowed to have contact with your human family after you’re changed. They wouldn’t understand, how could I explain to them why I ‘ve never aged.” He pulled out his wallet and flipped to an old faded black and white photo and showed it to me. I saw a young boy, with his parents and younger siblings, dressed like people did in the 1950’s. They were smiling and the young boy was captured in a timeless waving gesture at the camera, when I stared at this aged photo I realized that the boy in the picture was Eric.
“It’s the last one that we had taken as a family.” Eric explained. “There were other pictures over the years, but I wasn’t in any of them. I’ve held onto this though, it’s the only thing I’ve kept to remind me of that time. Steven calls it my “Human sentimentality” but it’s just all that I have left. I love my life now but it doesn’t mean that I have to let go entirely, and neither do you.”
“But it’s just a picture.” I whispered, “To never see my family again, never fall in love, get married or have children. I would miss out on so much more and it doesn’t really seem worth it. I want to grow up, I want to go to college and have a family. I’m not ready to just give up on all of that; it seems like such a sad and lonely existence.”
Eric smiled sadly as he swayed on the swing, “It’s a pity but I wish you would change your mind, I really like you.”
“So what now?” I asked.
“Now…” He said as he hoped off the swing, “I’m going home. Don’t stay out here too long, it’s getting colder out.”
“That’s it?” I asked, “I mean I know your secret. You’re just going to let me leave?”
He smiled at me and chuckled a little. “We’re not really the monsters that you see on TV, and I doubt that you’re going to tell anyone, they’d think you’re nuts. Have a great life Cecilia even if it’s not with me.” He blew me a kiss then walked off, seeming to disappear into the shadows.
I didn’t see Eric again for thirty years, I was forty-five and going through a divorce. My two kids were grown and my sons wife expecting their first child. I was at the mall shopping for a gift for my unborn grand-daughter when I saw him sitting on the edge of a fountain in the middle of the food court. There were a few young girls sitting beside him and they were talking and laughing. He looked the same as he did when I first saw him back in the park except that his hair was different, more modern and his clothes were the style that kids wore in 2010, but he still looked like the same sixteen year old that I had met all those years ago. My heart leapt into my chest when I saw him, I had lived a good life, I went to college had gotten married, had children and I had no regrets except maybe my failed marriage. But it was different now, I was finally ready. I waved to him and he looked up at me, at first he was confused then I saw the recognition in his eyes and smiled and waved back. I mouthed the words over the vast crowed that separated us, “I’m ready now.” Sure that he could see me and he did. He smiled a sad sort of smile and shook his head as he stood up. “Good-bye” He whispered to me as he motioned for the girls he was with to stand up beside him. He waved once more then turned and walked away, the girls following in tow behind him. My heart sank as the realization washed over me, I was ready now but I was too old, he wanted a teen aged girl to spend eternity with, not an old woman. “Good-bye Eric.” I whispered as a tear slipped down my cheek. “Have a great life…even if it’s not with me.”
It was Halloween night and Kurt was on his way to a party that his buddy Paul had told him about. “There are going to be some real hot babes there!” Paul had said, “Some nice firm meat that you can really sink your teeth into!”
“Sounds like a blast.” Kurt grinned as they parted ways, knowing that they would meet up again later that night. It was just past sunset now and Kurt had some things to do before the massive flesh fest so he was actually happy that the party didn’t start until midnight. Paul was planning to dress up for the event but Kurt didn’t know if he would or not. Dressing in costumes seemed so pointless anymore, for just one night of the year he wished he could actually juts be himself and finally discard the mask that he wore for all of his college buddies and co-workers. It was so exhausting always trying to fit in, and be someone that you’re not, just for the benefit of being accepted.
So, midnight was coming ever closer and Kurt was suddenly getting antsy about the party. He wanted to be there when things kicked off and not wander in late as he normally did, when all the best girls were taken and all he was left with were the drunken whores that would fuck just about anybody. He knew that the chances of him finding a virgin at this thing was rare but at least he could entertain himself with a girl who hadn’t been passed to every dude on campus.
He looked to the address again, that Paul had written on a napkin from the cafeteria. 1216 River side drive, well that was definitely in the rich section of town, probably a nice set up with a pool and live D.J. This was totally going to be a party to remember and Kurt couldn’t wait to make his grand entrance and see all the fine young flesh that would be dying to share a dance with him, and maybe a little more.
As he drove farther and farther down the road, the houses became further and further apart. It occurred to him that this party house might actually be so far out in the country that it was actually secluded from the rest of its neighbor’s. His assumptions were confirmed as he turned onto a dark, narrow, dirt road that was aptly named River Side Drive because it ran right alongside a wide and rushing river. “Nice.” Kurt frowned, “I think I saw this road in a Stephen King movie once, look out for dead kids and corn fields.” He flicked on the high beams then descended into the spooky ass darkness that seemed to embrace the road and the small wooded area that surrounded it.
About five minutes had passed since Kurt veered onto River Side Drive when he suddenly slammed on the breaks before careening out of control and hitting the stupid jack ass that was stalled in the middle of the road. The driver of the other car walked over to Kurt and leaned over so that they were looking at each other eye to eye. The other driver was an older man, maybe late forties. He had jet black hair that was starting to grey in some areas; it was slicked back and plastered neatly to the top of his head like some movie mobster or something. He was wearing black jeans, matching turtle neck and a long brown cow boy style trench coat. Kurt wondered what his costume was supposed to represent, he could see a cowboy maybe if he had a hat but the clothes under the coat were all wrong, he also couldn’t see this guy going to the same party that Kurt was on his way to; the dude was much too old.
“Hey Sorry about that guy…” The other driver said as he leaned in closer to Kurt. “My car just took a shit, I was trying to push it off the road when you showed up, are you alright?”
Kurt smiled, “yeah no worries, I’m fine. Hey you need some help getting it off the road?”
“Appreciate it.” The other said.
Kurt backed up then pulled his car along the side of the road. He got out and walked over to the broke down car and he and the driver began to push it off the side of the road where it would be out of the way of anyone else that happened by. Kurt narrowed his eyes as he looked at the back window and a saw a streak of red across the glass. “Everything ok with you?” Kurt asked, pointing to the stained glass. “Were you alone in the car when it stalled?”
“Oh yeah I’m alone.” The stranger said, “And I am fine, thanks for your concern. Actually when the engine stalled I hit a pot hole and a big bottle of fake blood went flying. It was part of my costume but now it’s all over the back seat.”
“I see…” Kurt looked suspiciously to the car once more before heading back to his own car. “So, you have someone coming out to pick you up; a tow truck or your wife maybe?”
“Not married.” The stranger said as he leaned against his car, “And you know, it’s the damnedest thing, my cell phone died right about when my car did.”
Kurt narrowed his eyes, “Riiiiight.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his own phone and flipped it open, “Well, mine has a signal. You can borrow it but then I really have to get going, there’s a big party that I’m missing and I really want to get there before I miss all the good shit.”
“Hey I can understand that…”The stranger moved from where he was leaning against the car and started walking slowly towards Kurt. “The thing is, I don’t have anyone to call, and I am kind of short on cash at the moment so I couldn’t pay for a tow truck. I appreciate that you’re late for a party but actually my house is just a little ways up the road here and well, I would be much obliged if you wish just give me a quick ride up to my place then I can come back in the morning with a tool kit and see what’s wrong with the old hunk of junk myself.”
Kurt sighed then nodded, “yeah ok, get in. I’ll drop you off real quick then I have to get going.”
“Understood…”The Stranger said, “Wouldn’t want to hold you up. “
“Well…”Kurt said as he got in and started the car up, “Let’s get you home and get me to this party. I’m getting kind of hungry for some of the fine fresh meat that’s going to be there tonight.”
“I know what you mean.” The Stranger said, “I know just what you mean.”
There was an awkward silence as the two drove down the dark and seemingly deserted road. “How much farther is your house?” Kurt asked.
“Not much father.” The stranger said, “Just keep driving, we’ll be there soon.”
Kurt eyed the stranger suspiciously, “There wasn’t a house in sight. His buddies had chosen this location for their party for a reason, seclusion.”
Kurt switched on his CD player and let some tunes fill the car but almost as soon as he turned it on, his passenger reached over and switched it off.
“Don’t like music?” Kurt asked, growing slightly annoyed.
“I can’t hear myself think.” The stranger said, his voice growing darker now, more serious. “And I need to concentrate.”
“Concentrate on what?” Kurt mused, “Did you forget where you live or something?”
The stranger starred at Kurt with slight irritation. “So it was nice of you to give me a ride like this….” He said softly, “Nice, but a little stupid.”
“Really?” Kurt asked, “And why is that?”
The stranger shrugged. “Well, for all you know I could be some psycho killer.”
Kurt raised an eye brow suspiciously, “And how do you know that I’m not one?”
The stranger laughed at this, “I’m a pretty good judge of character kid. I much better one than you are. I can tell you more about you than you even know yourself.”
“Is that so?” Kurt grinned. “Then tell me something, something about me that you think you know.”
“Well…” The passenger leaned back against his seat. “You’re a good kid. You didn’t get out of the car and cuss me out when you almost hit my car in the road. You got out and helped me move it even, most people wouldn’t do that.”
“You don’t think so?” Kurt watched the stranger cautiously as he spoke. “I think you might have under estimated humanity a bit there. I think more people than you realize are still willing to help out someone in trouble.”
“But was I really in all that much trouble?” The stranger turned and looked at Kurt and their eyes met.
Kurt furrowed his brow. “How much longer now?” He asked.
“We’re almost there.” The stranger told him. “Almost to the end of the line now.”
“Good.” Kurt hit the gas petal a little harder now.
“So…you’re a good college kid aren’t you?” The stranger asked.
“Am I?” Kurt asked. “You’re the one that knows everything, you tell me.”
“I think you are.” The stranger answered. “You get good grades and I am sure you make your daddy proud of you. You have big plans for the future, probably a lawyer or a doctor or something. You’re the type of person that wants to spend their life helping others, makes me a little sick.”
“Helping people makes you sick?” Kurt asked. “Why is that?”
“Because…”The stranger breathed heavily, “Most of humanity today is filled with scum and vermin. It’s not worth being saved.”
“Scum and vermin?” Kurt asked, “Hmmm…like the person that you had stashed in the trunk of your car?”
The stranger glared at him, “What?”
“Oh nothing.” Kurt smiled for the first time since picking up his unwanted passenger. “Just that I know the blood in the back seat of your car was not stage blood. And I could smell the corpse in your trunk. It’s already started to decay, of course you wouldn’t be able to tell, not yet, but I could smell it.”
The stranger glared at Kurt with pure rage in his eyes, “How?”
“Now if I told you that, “Kurt laughed, “It would ruin the big surprise.”
The stranger began to reach into his coat pocket and Kurt snorted. “Hope you have silver bullets in that gun, otherwise it won’t do you much good.” Kurt began to slow the car down, and then brought it to a complete stop on the side of the road. “Now…where did you say your house was, because I am pretty sure you would want to start running towards it now?”
The stranger laughed suddenly and grinned devilishly, “You’re playing games with me.” He taunted, “Nice, I like it. Will make this a lot more interesting though I have to hand it to you kid. Don’t know how you figured me out but your good. What I can’t figure out though is how did you know about the body in the trunk? I know you didn’t see me put it in there, so when did you figure it out?”
“When I helped you push the car off the side of the road.” Kurt answered, “I could smell it.”
“What?” The smile faded from the stranger’s lips as he watched the expression on Kurt’s face change.
It was Kurt’s turn to grin now, he stretched his lips into a wicked and dangerous smile that revealed two very sharp elongated fangs that dipped down from the roof of his mouth like two sharp and shinning, salivating daggers. The stranger suddenly pulled the gun out of his coat and pointed it directly at Kurt’s face and fired. “Stupid bastard…” The stranger growled, “You’re no fun at all.”
When the smoke cleared the stranger gasped to see Kurt still smiling at him, with the bullet caught between his teeth. His face at morphed into something ugly, something sinister, something that resembled a creature that was half man and half cat. He spat the bullet back at the stranger and growled, “Run…run now!”
The stranger wasted no time; he shoved the car door open and almost fell to the ground getting out. He was on his feet again and running through the woods faster than even he would have thought possible but when he looked back, he didn’t see Kurt behind him so he slowed his pace then stopped to look around. The woods were dark, quiet, he was alone.
“Fucker!” He shouted. “I don’t know how you did it but you tricked me somehow. Oh I am going to have fun when I find you. You’re going to wish to God that you had never been born.”
There was a rustling somewhere in the trees above him, a sound almost like heavy breathing and when he looked up into the tree above him, all he saw was a large pair of beast like green eyes.
The stranger never even had time to react; a large black panther like creature jumped from the tree above him and pounced. The stranger was knocked to the ground and the gun went flying out of his hand. He crawled around frantically, searching for his lost weapon when he felt the large animalistic claws dig into his back. The stranger screamed in rage and pain as he was flipped over again and thrown like a rag doll to the ground, his side splitting open as something massive bit into his torso. The last thing he saw were the teeth, large and razor sharp row upon row of those teeth. They were yellowed and stained with blood, pink saliva dripped from the jaws of the great man-cat then, there was only darkness.
Kurt walked back to his car picking up items of discarded clothing that he had shed earlier, dressed again and got back into the car. He smoothed out his hair and wiped his chin then started the car and drove off. The house came into view quickly; he could hear the music pounding from the street and saw the lights as he neared the circular drive that was littered with vehicles. He parked as close to the house as he could, but still had to walk a ways to get to the door. The door swung open as he neared it and Paul came pouncing merrily towards him. “Man I smelled you before you even got out of the car, what the hell you been doing?”
Kurt hugged his friend, “Sorry dude, I picked up a snack along the way.”
“Oh well you didn’t miss anything, we were waiting for you to get here before we got started.”
“Nice.” Kurt grinned. “We got a nice selection tonight?”
“Decent.” Paul shrugged, “Some of the girls didn’t show, there was some news story about a carjacker, guess he butchered a whole family and stole their car. They were warning people to stay indoors till he’s caught…you know, humans.”
Paul and Kurt laughed. “Yeah…” Kurt grinned, “I hope they find what’s left of him.”
Paul high fives his friend and they walked into the house together just as the moon came into full view over the trees, the party was just getting started.
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