Sympathy of a Vampire

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Part 4 of "Don't Steal from a Vampire". Chris questions the captured hunter.

Submitted: April 30, 2013

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Submitted: April 30, 2013




“Eh, everything. All right. Okay. So, is this you taking me up on my job offer?”

“I guess it is.”

“Okay then. I’ll explain after everything’s settled, yeah? So, first things first; let’s get that hunter up here so we can ask her a few things.”

Chris actually went to get her by himself and carried her up. He’d tied her wrists and ankles together. He sat her down on the floor in the middle of the living room, gently.

“Hey, wake up,” Chris said, poking her in the face.

“You really think that’s going to wake her up?”

“I dunno.”

“How old are you, three?”

“Three…hundred and eighty eight.”

The woman’s eyes slowly blinked open. She saw Chris standing just next to her, crouched still with one finger stopped midway to her. She tried to scoot herself back away from him, but only ended up flailing ridiculously.

“Calm down, calm down!” Chris told her, suddenly sitting in the chair across from the couch, where I was sitting.

“You let me go!” She struggled with her bonds.

“Nah. You tried to kill me. I want some answers.”

She remained silent, glaring holes through him.

“Why did you and your friends try to kill me? How did you even find out about me?”

She lay back on the ground, not saying a thing.

“All right. I’ll ask later. I’ve got things to do anyway.”

“What’re you going to do with her?” I asked him.

“I’m gonna put her where she can’t hurt us.”

He picked her up, to which she resumed struggling, and he placed her in a closet. He tied her to a shelf peg halfway up the wall by the rope already around her ankles.

He closed the door and put a chair under the doorknob.

“That’s just cruel,” I said.

“What else would you have me do?”

“I don’t know. I just…don’t like it.”

“This is the way my world works. They’re here.”

A couple of vehicles had pulled up to the front of the house. Two of them were vans and the other was just a black car. A woman and a man came from that car up to the front door. Chris opened the door before they knocked.

“We weren’t expecting trouble from you, Chris,” the woman said.

“I wasn’t really expecting trouble either. I don’t even know what I did. One of them is in my closet. I want to ask her some things. The others are in the basement.”

She nodded, then looked at me. “Who’s he?”

“Jason. He’s an old friend.”

“New guardian?”


She nodded again and began giving directions to the ones who came out of the vans.

They took the…bodies away first and then cleaned the blood. Chris slept on the couch the whole time, covered by some spare blankets. It was night by the time they left.

Over the course of the day, I gave the woman in the closet a bit of water and some bread, not that I thought she’d starve or anything over the course of five or six hours. When we got her out that night, I noticed that both water and bread had been ignored completely even though she’d had okay use of her hands.

Chris sat her in the middle of the living room again.

“Look, I don’t want to hurt you,” he told her, “but if you continue to be stubborn, things aren’t going to go well.”

My stomach was turning with uneasiness about this whole business.

“I’m not telling you anything,” she spat at him.

He sighed. And then the strangest thing happened.

Chris’s eyes began to flash, so many different shades of red, and so quickly, it remained me of a strobe light. She tried to look away, but he put a hand under her chin and forced her face towards him. As soon as he caught her eyes with his, she was gone.

He never looked away from her during the questioning.

“What’s your name?” he asked softly.

“Hannah Mullin,” she said just as softly.

I sat back on the couch, a little afraid, but also really intrigued.

“Why did your group target me?”

“M-Marian. You killed…her father.”

His eyebrows pulled together.

“His name.”

“Mark Lenox.”

Now his eyes widened.

“Hannah, I need you to listen very closely to me now, okay?”


“Were there any others in your group besides the ones you came with?”


“How did you find out about me?”

“Marian knew.”

“Why did you begin to hunt my kind?”

“My mother. A vampire took my mother. Hurt her. He took her away from me.”

“Hannah, do you have any family?”


“Tell me about them.”

“My daughter, Shelley. She’s all the family I have left.”

“How old?”


“Where is she now?”

“With my neighbor.”

“Hannah, go home to her. Forget about me and vampire hunting and all of your group. Forget all you know of vampires. Find your way past the bad feelings towards the one who took your mother before one takes your daughter’s.”

She nodded.

“Now, where do you live?”

We drove her home. Chris put her to sleep with hypnosis so when she woke up from the initial trance, she wouldn’t be a really freaked out woman tied up in the living room with two strange men standing over her.

Chris opened her front door the same way he’d once opened the window to my bedroom and we put her in what we assumed was her bedroom, removing her shoes and laying her on the top of her bed. Then we snuck out, hoping not to get caught by her neighbors.

Back at the house, I finally asked Chris what this was all about, now more curious than ever.

“Who’s Mark Lenox?”

Chris sat down in the chair across from the couch, a mix of reluctance and sadness on his face. His mouth was a straight line and was trembling a little.

“He killed my maker.”

“Chris? What was her name?”


“What happened between you and this guy?”

“Let me show you,” he said looking up at me. Then I was falling into red.


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