Erupting Venom

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

About a boy turning into a vampire and what he has to go through; the pain, the nightmares, until he's finally a monster. (Not really...not all vampires are horrible)

Crushing bones, snapping jaws, and gushing blood burst upon the t.v screen. The R rated movie he was not aloud to watch, but nobody was home so they couldn't do anything about it. Jason's eyes were giant as he watched the images flash before him. The popcorn sitting in his lap was shaking from his fear, and he didn't seem to have the nerve to stick his hand in there and get some more.

Jason's parents were out of town for the weekend. They had left him to do his chores and take care of the house while he was gone. His little sister, Abby, was here also but he had put her to sleep two hours ago. Suddenly he heard a door slam in the back and he jumped. His parents couldn't be home already, could they? Maybe it was Abby.

Jason paused the t.v and saved on the screen was a monster; a vampire; staring at him through the darkness. He got up off the couch and walked down the narrow hallway towards Abby's room. He opened her door to see her sound asleep, not even making a sound. He furrowed his eyebrows. That's weird, he thought to himself. He shrugged. Maybe it was just the wind.

Suddenly he heard another door open and then close, and he spun around. He felt scared now, thinking maybe it was a burgaler. He heard footsteps in the front room, but no voices. It must not be his parents. Jason jolted into Abby's room, shutting her door softly behind him. He checked to make sure he had his cell in his pocket and groaned as he realized it must be on the couch. There wasn't a phone in Abby's room, so there was no way that they could call the police. Jason woke up Abby, stirring her slightly.

"Abby...Abby you need to wake up."

"J? But why?"

"There's somebody in the house, and I need you to stay quiet for me ok?"

She nodded and he grabbed her up into his arms, his brain frozen and eyes fearful. Abby's door flung open and there stood a boy of about in his mid twenties. He was deathly pale, with golden hair and stunning red eyes. His cheek bones were high and strict, and his gaze on Jason wasn't a happy one.

Abby screamed as she saw him and he put her behind him, setting her down. He grabbed a baseball bat and held it out in front of him.

"Get out!" he warned, "I've called the police!"

The boy smirked. "Your cell phone is lying on the couch, and obviously there is no phone in the little girls room." His face turned hard as stone, as if carved out from a rock. "Who will you run to now, Jason Veldom?"

Jason ran forward, striking with the bat but when it made contact, it broke and no damage was done to the body. His face grew frightened as he dropped the broken bat and grabbed Abby. "Let's go!" He carried her out the door and down to the basement where there were millions of things to hide behind. He pulled Abby into the cupboards and covered her mouth so she wouldn't scream. Jason couldn't help thinking, as they waited there, how that man had known his name. How could he? He had never seen him before in his life....

Footsteps echoed down the stairs, and then it was quiet. Jason kept his hand over Abby's mouth, and held his breath. He didn't stir, and neither did Abby. If they made even one movement, it could give them away.

"I know you're down here Jason!" A voice shouted. "I don't enjoy playing hide and seek, and I'm sure neither does your sister. Now come out wherever you are and I'll possibly save you the pain."

He sighed. Maybe if he went out alone, Abby wouldn't get hurt. That was his main goal. If he could just keep him distracted she could call the police...."Abby?" he whispered as quietly as he could. "I need you to stay in here. I'm going out to distract the man, and when his back is turned I need you to run out and go find a phone ok? Call 911 and then we'll be fine. Do you think you can do that?"

She nodded slowly in understanding.

He shifted her so that she was beside him and then he pushed her behind the door so that he wouldn't see her when he stepped out. Then he broke out, and as if he had been waiting for him, the man stood there with his bright red eyes and his fists curled in fists.

"Where's the girl."

Amazingly it wasn't a question.

"I don't know who you're talking about." Jason was good at lying, he did it all the time to his parents.

A stream of rage seemed to pass through his face as he realized that he was playing him. "Don't mess with me Veldom."

He shrugged. "I really have no idea who you're talking about. It's just me, my parents are out of town...I mean I'm an only child." He snapped his fingers with a smile. "You know, you probably saw me carrying my favorite doll. Her name is Abby and she's electronic. She's just my favorite toy to play with." He got low, as if to confide in the man. "I haven't really out grown the whole doll thing, so just keep it on the down low."

The man grabbed his shirt, swinging him around and throwing him against the wall. Jason collided with it, his head breaking out into immense pain. He felt a cold liquid run down the side of his face. He looked at the burgular through half mast eyes and moaned. He saw his eyes flash red, and he swore he saw him lick his lips. A wave of energy flew through him, and he strained his neck, as if restrainging himself from something.

"Do not play with me Jason. I don't enjoy being played with." He leaned down, just like Jason had. "I haven't really gotten past the part where I throw people against walls."

"Not...funny...." Jason muttered. He saw Abby jump out and run up the stairs, but she was stopped, as if by some invisible force. The burgular stuck out his arm and grabbed the thin air. Abby screamed as she was flung forward against the stairs, being knocked out.

At first Jason didn't think that it was possible, that maybe he was just hillucianting. But then he remembered what the guy had done to him, and he thought otherwise. This guy is a total freak, he thought.

The man smiled. "Jason Veldom...." He shook his head. "If you haven't figured out what I am yet, then I think somethings wrong with your head." He furrowed his eyebrows, walking forward and kneeling before him. He put his finger to Jason's head and saw him take off some blood. He stuck it in his mouth and smiled. "I'm a vampire, just like the one on your t.v screen, except I'm real."

Jason raised his eyebrows partially, for he was still weak. "But it's not...."

"Possible?" The man shook his head. "Anything is possible. Faeries are real, orgres are real, santa clause is real, and I'm sure your little sister over there believes in the easter bunny." He sighed. "We're all real Veldom, all of us. And to destroy all human beings, we have to turn them first." He grabbed his neck, pinning him up against the wall. Jason chocked, trying to get as much air into his lungs as he possibly could but there was nothing; nada. He reached for open air, but he could slowly feel himself fading. Noises disappeared, his vision blurred, and his body just completely shut down. Then the man brought his lips to Jason's neck, and a sharp pain shot out. He let go of his neck and Jason cried out, the pain beginning to spread through out his body. It was like he was fire, he stung everywhere. He yelled, screamed, scared for his life. The man didn't let go until he heard the sirens, and his head jolted up.

"Who called the police?" He turned his head to see that Abby had disappeared. "That bitch!" He turned back to Jason and patted his cheek. "You'll feel better soon, I gurantee." Then he vanished.

Jason gulped for air, falling forwards onto the cold floor. He pressed his cheek against the tiles, waiting for it to cool down his body but it did nothing. He cried as he curled himself into a ball and grabbed his stomach. His hands were sweating so much that he couldn't grip his t-shirt. His eyes burst open and suddenly his vision was different. He saw through things he hadn't before. He could see behind him, and through some things as if they were translucent. In the dark spaces, he saw light. Pain shot through his legs and he shut his eyes closed, screaming in pain again.

"Jason!" It was a familiar voice, but nothing seemed familiar to him anymore. "Jason I called the police! They're on their way!"

He opened his eyes to see her shocked, frozen figure. He sprawled out on the floor, reaching towards her. " mom and dad...."

"What did he do to you?"

"Go! Get out of here now!"

Then just like the man, she was gone.

He groaned in pain as more of it shot into his head and waist. He clung to himself, hudling in a dark corner where he suddenly felt safe. He began to feel pain in his gums, and his body suddenly felt so cold, that it felt hot. He opened his mouth to yell but nothing came out, his throat had been blocked off. Jason hit his head against the chest beside him, but it didn't hurt seeing as he was in so much pain already.

"Stop!" he pleaded. "Stop please!"

Blood suddenly gushed from everywhere in his body and he yelled so loud the glass bookcase shattered. Blood splattered the floors and his clothes were soaked. He leaned forward, coughing up even more blood and he moaned and groaned, wondering what he had ever done to earn this treatment. His body turned deathly pale, and he sucked in a breath as the last pain began to fade. He fell to the floor, fatigue finally taking over his body.

Footseps pounded down the basement stairs and a black police man appeared, a gun in hand. He put it in his waist band as he saw Jason sprawled and covered in blood all over the floor.


He cried out in pain against feeling one last burst in his guts, and then it vanished completely.

The police took out his walkie talkie and spoke into it. "We got a code red, code red I said! Call an ambulance immediately! And I need some help down here, we got a kid practically dead here! Code red! CODE RED!"

More pounding footsteps echoed through his mind, but he never got to see any of the other police. He felt someone lift him up, and put him on a stretcher.

"Make sure the girls safe!" a deep mans voice called out. "And call these's childrens parents for gods sake! Get them back here immediately!"

"It's ok son," the black man's voice said from beside him. "It's going to be all right, you're going to be just fine. We've got an ambulance coming for you and you'll be in the hospital soon enough. Just hold up, you'll be ok."

And suddenly Jason had a thirst for this mans blood. He wanted to grab his neck and suck his blood. Then he realized that the burgular had been right. He was turning into a monster. And finally he realized he was becoming what he had feared his whole life. A vampire.

He opened his eyes to see the t.v screen, the vampire face frozen there, looking out at him from the shadows.

He never should have watched that movie.

Submitted: January 19, 2008

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This was pretty good.
You had a few mistakes though.. only two..burgular is spelled Burglar, and hillucianting is spelled hallucinating. Other than those two mistakes this was very well written.
Keep up the great work!=]


Fri, January 25th, 2008 3:17am


Thanks soo much! Yeah I usually forget to edit, so thanks for telling me:)

Thu, January 24th, 2008 7:35pm

The Megathon

I love this so much!! I would have commented on this a while ago but Booksie slowed down and wouldn't let me comment. I really liked the twist at the end, and I thought this was very nicely written!!!

Mon, January 28th, 2008 4:54am


Wow, thanks very much. I'm glad you liked it:)

Mon, January 28th, 2008 12:49am


That was pretty good. It's not often i read someone's work and find mself hooked on every word. Apart from the odd mistake, that was quite good, and it's not the presentation, it's the story itself that matters. No matter how much you change or appreviate or hyphenate or do whatever to a word, it still carries as much weight and meaning. That's what i think, anyway.

Thu, March 6th, 2008 10:33pm


I totally agree with you. Even if a word, or a story, is filled with mistakes, it still has the same meaning no matter what. And that is what makes a story a story. Ha Ha thanks so much for your comment and I'm glad that you liked it:)

Thu, March 6th, 2008 8:13pm

Xil Sane

Very Nice. I love how you portray vampires as struggling individuals. I have learned a lesson from this too, never watch scary movies late at night. ( never! ) The mistakes didn't bother me, In fact I didn't notice them until I read the other's comments.

Sun, April 20th, 2008 9:44pm


Oh, haha well that's good! I'm really glad you liked it. Gosh, I haven't gotten a comment for this in a really long time. I think this was the first thing I ever wrote on here. But thanks so much! Yes, never watch scary movies at night -shivers- they scare me so bad! Ha Ha thanks again for reading and for the wonderful comment:D

Sun, April 20th, 2008 3:26pm


wow this was great. i wasn't expecting that ending at all! good job!

Mon, May 5th, 2008 12:11pm


Ha Ha thanks! I don't think I was either...ha ha. Really glad you liked it:D

Mon, May 5th, 2008 8:53pm

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