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Underground Moon: Vampire Vince

Novel By: DarkPheonix
Action and adventure



What starts out as unlucky coincidence, turns into a life-threatening situation. Vince, an often overlooked high school student, finds himself stumbling into the complication of the hidden vampire world, changing his life forever. Helped by fellow student and half-vampire Pheonix, Vince uncovers a dark plot that could spell trouble for more than just himself for once. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Oct 31, 2012    Reads: 13    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


"Just walk in there, dude." Damien said, giving Vince a push towards the door.

"Why would I want to do that? You've heard the stories, this place is supposed to be haunted or something. The place has been abandoned for years now, anyway. There's no telling what kind of state the walls are in, and I'm not about to walk into a possible death trap." Vince said, trying to move out from in-between Damien and the door.

"Stop trying to make excuses, scaredy-cat. We're suppose to be doin a history project on this place, so get in there and find stuff out." Damien said with smirk.

"I never agreed to do our project on the Whittmoore Mansion. It was your idea, so why don't you check this place out. Or are you too scared yourself that you'd rather send someone else in for you?" Vince replied.

"Shut up, I'm not scared of some stupid building." Damien said angrily.

"Prove it then. Go and check out the building yourself." Vince said crossing his arms.

Damien looked about ready to punch Vince in the face, but then all of a sudden an insane grin spread across his face. "Fine then. I will!" He said savagely. Then, he stormed up to the door and threw it wide open.

"Have fun." Vince said sarcasticly, turning to leave. Before he could even take one step, however, Damien grabbed the collar of Vince's jacket and thrust him tumbling through the door before slamming it shut behind him. Vince heard a loud click followed by a bought of laughter coming from the other side of the door. Vince ran to the handle and tried to turn it, but it was locked. He kicked the door in frustration. "Damien, you ass! What the hell! Let me out!"

"Not a chance, stupid."Damien started walking away, still laughing. "Have fun!" He said mockingly.

"You have got to be kidding me," Vince said to himself. "Why the hell did he go and lock the door?!" Vince tried ramming the door with his shoulder, but all that got him was a painful bruise. Sighing, he gave up on the entrance and turned to search his surroundings for another possible exit. It took a little while for Vince's eyes to adjust to the near darkness, but eventually he could make out what looked like curtains. He drew them aside, moonlight spilling in from the newly uncovered window. He tried to lift the glass, but it stubbornly refused to budge. Hoping to find something heavy enough to break the glass, Vince began to search the now lit hallway.

What at first glance seemed to be a cracked and grimy stone wall, he found upon closer inspection was actually a sort of mural covered in letters of a foreign or ancient text etched deep into the stone. After a few minutes studying the markings, Vince looked to the end of the hall and noticed a narrow doorway on whose ancient door hosted a large, blackened, symbol burned into the wood. It was obviously different from the other scratchings lining the walls, and he couldn't help but to be curious. Slowly approaching the strange door, he resolved: Well, I won't get anywhere just sticking around here. I need to find a way out of this place, anyway. He swung the door open, a dim stream of flickering light illuminating his face as he looked out into the room before him.

As his eyes adjusted to the light, he found himself gazing into a room that might have once been used as a banquet hall and was about the size of a football stadium. It was so high in magnitude that, even straining his neck, Vince couldn't see the roof. Several doors lined the walls, each with its own intricate design. The most curious thing, though was that in the center, carved onto the floor, was a set of rings; almost like a target, except...

Drawn to this engraving, Vince subconsciously stepped onto the outermost ring, slowly approaching the center.

Something just didn't seem right, but what he couldn't quite tell. The distances between the rings varied as greatly as the numerous markings surrounding them. Markings? He thought about it, curiosity taking hold, as he reached the last ring. Wait, are the markings moving?

Stepping into the center, he realized too late what he had been doing. He was enveloped by a strange, swirling, purple substance; solid or liquid, he couldn't tell. As the substance turned a vibrant blue, a surging stab of pain overwhelmed him. Immediately after it had subsided, he flinched and doubled over with the weight of another wave of pain piercing his heart and lungs.

Unable to move, Vince could only stand there gasping for breath as again and again he was hit by pang after pang of pain until he collapsed, barely conscious, on the floor. As the world turned black around him, Vince thought he heard a cold, sinister laugh- devoid of all feeling.

Back in the corner, beyond the reach of the torchlight, a pair of pupil-less, deep red eyes blinked from within the shadows. The tall figure moved out of the darkness and closer to the motionless body on the ground. As it did so, the flickering light made the demon-ish eyes gleam sinisterly.





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