The Vampire's Request

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A vampire begs a little girl to let him into her home.

Submitted: July 30, 2017

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Submitted: July 30, 2017

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The Vampire’s Request

 

Knock knock.

Tiffany lifted her head up from the sofa in her living room. Ah, someone was at the front door – something had finally broken the monotony. It was 7 PM, so she was already in her favourite sparkly pink pajamas. She threw her small body off the couch and waddled to the front door. She could hear her parents nattering in the kitchen. Probably still talking about that knitting side-business. Far too boring for an eight-year-old.

Knock, knock, knock. Gentle, but insistent.

Tiffany reached up to the front door’s handle and pulled it back. Frigid air cut in uninvited, and against a backdrop of murky fog was a tall, pale man clad in a long black coat. His eyes were a dazzling green, his cheekbones high and expertly crafted. His skin was like a blank canvas of white, as was his perfect smile, and Tiffany thought in that moment not only that this man was handsome but beautiful. Ethereally so. She was mesmerized in his eyes, and long seconds passed between either of them said anything. Tiffany couldn’t quite comprehend the idea, but in her mind, she recognized that this man was biding his time. The longer the silence went on, the more she was drawn into those eyes.

When he opened his lips to speak, he breathed out velvet words like wind. ‘Hello child, might I come in?’

Tiffany, still locked into his eyes, wanted to say yes, but there was something in that wind of words. Something bitter. Her eyes slid from his, and he looked surprised – angry, even.

‘Who are you?’ she asked.

‘You should never ask an adult such things,’ said the man, and his countenance became more closed-up. ‘I have adult matters to attend to with your parents. So please invite me in.’

Pleasant, but poisonous wind accompanied those last three words.

‘Can you wait here? I need to tell mum and dad there’s a strange man at the door who wants to come inside.’

‘No don’t,’ said the man quickly. ‘I want to surprise your parents. I have a surprise for you all.’

‘What is it?’

The man’s forehead, so smooth before, crinkled. His brilliant green eyes dimmed into sludginess. ‘So many questions. It will spoil the surprise if I tell you. Stop asking questions and invite me inside.’

The wind wasn’t pleasant anymore, it was rotten.

‘Sorry, but you’re weird. I don’t want to let you in.’

The man cringed at those words. So much so that he actually stumbled back slightly. He stood on his own long coat and did something of a jig on the porch. Tiffany tittered. The man, a man who evidently prized elegance and grace, gritted his crooked, grey teeth and his red-veined eyes throbbed. He grabbed at his coat with a hand of talon-like fingers and wrenched it away from his gangly legs. His frown was like that of a toad.

He hissed. ‘Your mummy and daddy are going to be very mad at you,’ he said in a voice like loose gravel. ‘I have a surprise to give you all, and if you don’t let me in, your parents are going to be so angry. They’re going to punish you. They’re going to punish you very badly.’

Tiffany adopted her best prude-princess attitude. ‘How are they going to know about the surprise if I don’t let you in? They won’t punish me for something they know nothing about.’ She poked her tongue out.

The man snarled like an actual beast, and he became hideously ugly. Ancient wrinkles burst from his skin like ruptured vessels, and his eyes clouded into black voids. He hunched over like a defensive cat and two streaks of blood leaked from his fanged teeth.

Tiffany was paralyzed with fear, but the man-thing made no move to attack. And Tiffany knew that he wasn’t going to attack her either, that there was some law protecting her.

‘You wretched Lilliputian,’ the thing rumbled at her, and all around him, the fog got thicker, and the air colder. ‘You and your whole family will suffer terribly for your insolence. I’ll get in there, and I’m going to save you for last.’

‘You talk funny,’ said Tiffany, and then she closed the door. When she looked back out the window, there was no man and no fog, almost as if he had never been there.

*

It had been several weeks since the man at the door. The night was foggy, and Tiffany was in bed. She was unable to sleep. It was too cold, and the air was too heavy. The duvet was wrapped around her like a boa constrictor, and her hair was a frizzled haystack of nonsense.

From outside came a low whining.

Tiffany rose from her bed and looked out the window. The fog was thick. Below her, in the garden was a large, beautiful white dog… possibly even a wolf. It looked up at Tiffany with its head lowered. It had sad green eyes that pierced her heart. Its ears were flat and it shivered. Droplets of frost clung to its fur, and Tiffany’s pierced heart melted.

‘Aww, poor little doggy,’ she whispered. ‘It must be so cold.’

The wolf lay down but maintained eye contact. Tiffany knew that wolves can’t make human expressions, but even she could see how sad it looked. Tiffany opened the window and the wolf raised its head.

‘What are you doing out in the cold?’ she asked.

It responded with a high-pitched whine that droned for a long time. It was too melancholic to bear.

‘I can’t let you in,’ she whined back. ‘Mum and dad will be mad.’  

The wolf appeared to understand from her tone that she wouldn’t help, and it lowered its head back to the ground. It shivered even harder than before. With the window open, Tiffany shivered herself, and she could hardly bear it. She closed it, tiptoed out of her room, down the stairs and to the front door. She opened it and already the wolf was sitting on the front porch. No longer shivering, but utterly still. It was uglier up close. Grizzled and intense. But that was OK.

‘Come on, fella,’ she said sweetly. ‘Come on in.’

He grinned.

 


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