Ella made her way back on to the freeway. Things were
looking up for her and her husband Stan. They had both found jobs
not to far from where the house was located and renovations would
not take long to make the house livable. She adored the
neighborhood and the house itself. She began to plot and scheme
as she made her way back to the apartment where she and Stan had
lived for two years. It seemed fortune had smiled on her for a
Ella still had not recovered from her parent's deaths. A
drunk driver had slammed into her parent's car and they died
immediately. Tears started to form in her eyes. She could feel
the anger and despair rising in her throat as it had so many
times before. They had locked the drunken driver up for a year
and then set him lose on society once more.
"It's not fair!" Ella screamed at the top of her lungs,
"It's just not fair!"
The door had slammed as the visitor to his home left.
Silence weighed down on him yet again. Feeling the exhilaration
of freedom and now the despondency of captivity he fell back into
a hibernation state. The rat had given him some amount of energy,
but not near enough. He would wait impatiently as he had for
years. As he slept he dreamed of a time when he was not here
locked away and an evil smirk appeared around his deadly fangs.
Memories and dreams of Claire filtered in clearly as if it were
"You are so beautiful tonight, Claire," he had said to
"Thank you, Nicholas," Claire had replied with a blush,
"You look very stunning yourself."
Nicholas had straightened his tie like a foolish school
boy. Each time he was with his lovely Claire he wanted to never
leave her side. A sense of normalcy came over him as if nothing
mattered but to make her happy. Her eyes enchanted and bewitched
him. He had never felt for another as he did for this
"Shall we be off then," Nicholas asked taking Claire's
tiny delicate hand in his.
"Yes," she had answered smiling at him with her lips and
those hazel eyes she possessed.
They had spent an evening at the opera, drinking wine and
exchanging hungry glances. He wanted her so desperately and
deeply. She seemed at the time to want the same of him. How could
he be so foolish!
After the opera he had escorted her back home and she
prepared a night cap for him. As they sat in Claire's modest
living room he felt compelled to share his love and dark secret
with her, the woman he longed to share his life with. Nicholas
had taken a large swallow of the brandy and then began pacing the
floor in front of Claire. He was unsure of how she would take his
"Whatever is the matter?" Claire asked him smiling, "Are
you in some type of distress?"
He had walked over to the sofa and taken Claire's hand
into his own. From inside his trouser pocket he retrieved a ring
box. He presented it to her. Claire gasped as she saw the one
carat diamond engagement ring. A look of concern crossed her
delicate facial features.
"Well, Claire will you marry me?" Nicholas asked
"The ring is just exquisite," she whispered, "You know I
love you Nicholas but don't you think it is a bit soon to think
of such things?"
His eyes narrowed and darkened for a second and then he
answered pleadingly, "I know what I want Claire. I want you and
Claire smiled and him and replied, "Yes then darling let
us plan a wedding, shall we."
Nicholas picked her up and kissed her full on her lips.
He could feel the blood coursing through her young tender body.
She pressed close to him and sighed. A yearning started deep
inside him and his kisses explored deeper into her mouth. The
sweetness of youth and life were strong in her and his arousal
There had been that magical night with her. It was
everything and more than he could have ever wanted. They could
and should have been happy together, but he had opted to tell her
everything. It was the second mistake he had ever made in his
eternal life; the first mistake was in loving her.
He had told her after their night of passion about his
true nature. At first Claire laughed and said what an imagination
he possessed. Nicholas had changed before her eyes. His human
disguise was dispelled quickly enough and there before his now
quite hysterical fiancé he stood swaying back and forth on his
long thin eight legs.
Claire watch in horror as Nicholas' flesh disappeared and
his facial features decomposed. What stood in front of her at
last was a gigantic hideous silver colored spider. The creature
stood a good five feet in height and encompassed at least a
quarter of her living room. Where Nicholas' lips had been there
were now two fangs that dripped steadily. Terrified she screamed
and fainted dead away.
When Claire finally opened her eyes, she was lying on the
sofa and Nicholas hovered over her. It was not hard to convince
her she had been having a nightmare of sorts, or so he thought.
He had been careless and now that she knew what Nicholas really
was, she plotted and schemed to have an end to him.
She had enlisted the services of Bill Albright, Tim
Newton, and Chester Cunningham. They helped ensnare him first in
the larger trap they had prepared for him and then later in the
smaller wire mesh cage. He had tried to escape or at least take
one of them with him, but they had taken precautions and
succeeded in absolving him of his freedom.
He watched as Claire, his Claire, was being held tightly
by Chester Cunningham. Nicholas also observed the same look of
hunger in his former friend Chester's eyes as had been in his
own. He fought the heavy wire mesh of the cage and tried to
escape. He would kill Chester quickly and feed on him, but the
woman he would torture first.
The four co-conspirators had tried to kill him using
various techniques, but soon found he would not die. Fire, water,
lack of air, and bug spray seemed to have no affect on him. They
finally devised a plan to seal him in behind the wall he now
looked at day in and day out. It had been the cruelest blow.
Claire had inherited the house. He had written her into his will
in anticipation of their up and coming marriage. She had not
rented or sold the house for fear he would be discovered and
Now after endless years of non-existence he might regain
freedom and dole out the justice he felt the four deserved. A leg
twitched and he sighed in his dreams.
Soon his mind wandered off to more pleasant memories.
There was the young woman, who was barely sixteen that he had
lured into an alley and killed. He had tortured her first taking
care no one would hear her screams. Slowly he had wound her in
the silk cocoon he spun. Nicholas had left her eyes where he
could observe her reactions and so might see that he was
devouring her from the bottom up. As he remembered a smile
appeared raising his fangs high above his lower lip.
"Sweet," he whispered to his neighbors, the rats and
roaches, "So very sweet and tasty."