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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Julius Vonderheide can't remember what he's done for the past three evenings. He keeps waking up with blood on his shirt. His girlfriend is terrified of a serial killer terrorizing Berlin. Julius doesn't understand why she is so scared, but she senses that danger is closer than he thinks.
My prompt was a vampire by the name of Julius Vanderheide and I'm afraid it's not what I usually do, but here it is. I'm afraid it's a little Twilight-ish, but here it is..

Submitted: July 28, 2012

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"Julius. Please. No. Please."

"Stop saying please," I raged.

"Julius, please," she cried softly.

"Stop saying please," I said, slowly bending down as she writhed in agony.

"Please, Julius!" she screamed," please."

**

I woke up at 7:30 in the morning as I usually did. My alarm clock went off. The familiar sound of the morning show ran through my apartment. As I slung my legs over the side of my bed, I noticed my shirt was covered in blood; I had no idea why. As I searched my memory for something I could remember about last night, all there was was a blank space. I remembered absolutely nothing. I must have gotten drunk and then gotten into a fight with one of the boys, that's what. That's why there was blood on my shirt.

I threw my shirt into the laundry and padded my way down the hallway into the bathroom. I washed up, took a shower... you know, the usual. I felt fine, surprisingly enough. No hangover, no bags under my eyes. I felt better than normal, actually. Hmmmm, I thought, maybe I just got high.

I grabbed a Broetchen with Nutella to eat in the car and hopped into my ancient Volkswagen. I drove down the familiar streets of Berlin and made my way onto the Autobahn, deftly steering the ancient piece of machinery to the place I know as well as the back of my hand- die Bibliothek- the library.

"Mensch!" announced my boss, Rainer, "Wo warst du? Dude, where were you?"

"Sorry, sorry. The Autobahn was packed today. I made it here as fast as I could."

"Got you again, Julius," laughed Rainer, "you're on time. Get to work."

"Ja, of course. What's the load for today?"

"We got a load of books from the Goethe Institute last night. Go help Kirsten and Uwe sort them."

"Ah, Kirsten," I sighed.

Rainer eyed me carefully. "Just go sort the books."

Luckily, this was a private library. There was rarely anyone here. We could do pretty much whatever we wanted. I mean, we never got drunk or anything- believe it or not, neither Uwe or I are beer drinkers-but we didn't have to worry about keeping quiet or anything like that.

"Guten Morgen, Juli!" called Kirsten out to me. She was the library babe.

"Morgen, Schatzi," I called, "Morning, sweetheart!"

Uwe gave me a smirk. He liked Kirsten too. 

"So, we're supposed to sort these?" I asked, pointing to the enormous deposit of books on the floor.

Uwe and Kirsten nodded. "Oh joy," I said.

We sat down to our work, but never without our usual mindless conversation.

"So, what's new?" I asked.

"Nothing really, I guess," Uwe said, "I got totally stoned last night. I'm going to be a little slow today."

Typical Uwe. He was still a Uni kid. To be fair, he was on his last year, but it was rare that he was not stoned or high when he came to work, or if he was not stoned or high the night before.

Kirsten sighed, "Of course, Uwe. Of course. Hey, have any of you guys been watching the news lately?"

I looked at her quizzically, "no, why?"

"I don't know," she sighed, putting a book on a shelf, "I'm just nervous, that's all. There was a girl who was murdered last night, that's all."

I tried to appear sympathetic, "that's too bad."

Uwe looked like he was going to puke.

Kirsten scolded us, "and you don't even care! Goes to show the way guys are."

"It's not that we don't care!" I protested, "we just don't know quite what to tell you, that's all."

The rest of the day went about with Kirsten being paranoid about her being the next girl to get killed and me comforting her and Uwe looking like he was going to puke. I was getting tired of this girlish sulking. When it was closing time, Uwe went straight to the bar. Kirsten and I stayed a little later.

"Why are you so worried?" I asked her.

"Ich weiss nicht," she replied, "I don't know. I just have a really bad feeling."

"Quit worrying. listen, I have to go. It's getting dark already."

Kirsten looked sad, "Oh, Julius, dn't tell me you don't have a bad feeling."

"Should I have one?" I asked, opening the door of my car. She waved goodbye to me as I drove away.

Should I have a bad feeling? I asked myself.

**

"Julius... stop. Please."

"Stop talking and it will end faster."

"It's not fair," she screamed, "IT'S NOT FAIR!"

"It doesn't matter if it's fair," I said leaning into her neck,"it doesn't matter."

"Don't let me..." she stopped suddenly.

**

I pulled back into the Bibliothek. Rainer nodded hello to me as I made my way to his desk. "What today, boss?"

"Kirsten doesn't look well," he said, "she's as white as a sheet. She keeps saying that she's next, that this killer is going to kill her next. She's full of Scheisse. Uwe's not in today, so we called in a volunteer, His name is Wilhelm. Don't scare him to death, and don't le thim look down Kirsten's shirt."

I grinned. 'That's my job."

I walked over to Kirsten and Wilhelm. He was chatting her up, but she was definitely not responding. Rainer was right, she was as white as a sheet.

"Morgen, Schatzi," I called to her. She waved back as Wilhelm looked over at me in envy.

"Hi, Wilhelm!" I waved, "I'm Julius."

"Nice to meet you," he said unsincerely.

"Kirsten, I suppose he's already been informed about everything he needs to know?"

She nodded. "We have to catalog all the books from the Goethe deposit."

Oh joy, I thought to myself.  We sorted books until lunch, when Wilhelm announced he was going to grab a beer for lunch. Kirsten courteously declined his offer to join him and joined me on the library floor, where we both ate our lunches.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"The killer killed someone again. I don't feel safe anymore."

I put my arm around her. "You're fine. Out of the several million girls in Berlin, he chooses two. I doubt you're next. Who even says he'll kill someone tonight?"

"Don't talk like that."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but still. Everything will be fine."

"Julius," she said, "isn't that what they always say before something goes wrong?"

Why do women always have to be so sensitive?

"Is there something I can do to make you feel better?"

She leaned into my shoulder. "Yes, there is," she said. She kissed me on the lips. And we stayed that way. For a long, long time.

"Julius Vonderheide, you are something."

The rest of the day went by with Wilhelm hitting on Kirsten and the two of us looking at each other. By the end of the day, finally, Wilhelm realized that he was getting nowhere with Kirsten. He left in a huff.

Kirsten and I kissed each other good night for what was longer than was probably necessary. As I drove home, I realized I had no idea what happened last night. I had no idea. None. Zip. Nichts. I couldn't understand it. I knew I hadn't gotten high or drunk. But I did remember there being blood on my shirt. I just brushed it off. I didn't really notice it. Only looking back on it, did I realize it. Was I getting used to blood or something.

On the rest of the way home, I thought about Kirsten. I thought about how long it had taken us to get anywhere and how pissed Uwe would be. But why did she feel so badly?

**

"It hurts so much! Julius, no!" she screamed.

I had no control over what i was doing. "LET ME HAVE IT," I bellowed.

"Please, Julius. No."

She screamed and screamed and screamed until she was on the floor in a little pile.

Ever night was a differently pitched scream and every night a different body on the floor.

**

"Enough," the next morning I said to myself,"I have to go to the doctor. I can't remember what's been happening to me for three days in a row." I called Raine and told him I'd be late for work. I threw my blood-stained shirt into the hamper, not even noticing the appearance of blood.

I dragged myself to the hospital. I filled out forms. I waited and waited and waited. And waited. They finally called me and I finally met with a tired looking man who revealed himself to be the doctor.

I revealed my ailment to him- "I can't remember what's happened to me in the evening for three days in a row. I don't remember anything."

"Were you drunk?"

"No."

'Were you high?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, doctor! I'm positive!" I said with apparent irritation.

"Calm down. Calm down. You remember nothing, nothing at all?"

The questioning went on like this for quite some time. He decided to do some x-rays and tests. While I waited, I called Rainer. "Listen, I don't think I'll make it today. I'm at the doctor's." Rainer let me take the day off.

I was there until late at night. They scanned me and scanned me and did tests. They found no record of what happened on the previous three evenings in my brain. It was blank.

"Herr Vonderheide, we don't know what is wrong with you. Do you think it is possible for you to stay here overnight?"

I thought about it, "I guess so."

I was in bed as a cute nurse came over to me with a tray of unappetizing food.

"Dinner. Eat."

I started to chat her up. She seemed reluctant but she softened. There was no harm in it. It's not like I was cheating on Kirstin by flirting with someone else. And besides, we weren't really together to begin with.

We talked until deep into the night. "Let me out of here," I begged her.

"I can't," she said.

"It's a prison in here. I need to get out." I said, with desperation in my voice.

And then my memory went blank.

**

When I woke up, I was not at home. I was in the hospital. The floor was covered in blood. It was 4:30 or so in the morning. The nurse was dead. The security guards were dead. Several doctors were dead. There was blood all over my face.

"What happened to me? What happened?"

I felt strong, though. I felt like I had all the power in the world.

And then I remembered.

I couldn't go on like this. I couldn't keep killing people. I couldn't keep sucking their blood. The nights had returned to my memory. I picked up girls at bars, took them to my apartment and killed them. Then, I sucked their blood. Their bodies were burned in the dead of night.

I got dressed, washed up and didn't know what to do. I didn't want to keep living like this. Killing people was no way to live. But I needed it. It was energy. However, I couldn't put the ones I loved in danger. It was too dangerous. I couldn't put them in danger.

I got into my car and drove to Kirsten's apartment. I woke her up and made her let me in.

"Kirsten," I begged," help me."

She was immediately swayed by my plea.

"What's wrong, Julius? Was ist los?"

"I'm the killer. I'm a vampire. Did I tell you how I couldn't remember what I'd done for the past few evenings?"

i explained to her what happened. "I ddidn't mean to do it, I have no recollection of doing it. I needed it. My mind .. forgets it once it's happened. I don't know what to do. I don't know why I suddenly began to do it. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know."

Kirsten was torn. Her crush was a killer who had no recollection of killing people until an hour ago.

"Kill me."

"What?"

"Kill me."

"Kirsten. I can't do that."

She began to cry,"indulge me, Julius Vonderheide. We both know I'm the next one you'll lure into your apartment and kill and enjoy."

I knew she was right. I didn't want to do it, though. "Why can't you just.... become a vampire? Why can't you just join me?"

 


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