When I was a child, my mother always made sure I said my prayers before I went to bed, she said that as long as I went to bed with God in my heart, I would wake up the next morning. She used to read me stories from the Bible every night before she would tuck me in, the tales of Adam and Eve, the story of Samson and Delilah, her favorite was the Crucifixion, about how Jesus had died for our sins.
I always thought that was a dumb decision on his part.
Mother always said to go to bed with God in my heart. But on the night of October 31, 1716; I stopped believing in God. I stopped thinking he was a kind and merciful God, I forgot the way she said he loved his children. I never wanted to hear his name again, I wanted him to die, the night that the vampires came.
I remember the shrieking cacophony of violence as they ransacked through the small village. I can still hear the screams of people running for their lives before the vampires caught them and sunk their fangs in. I can still smell the smoke from the houses they lit on fire.
When they broke down the door to our cottage, mother pushed me up the stairs, and told me hide under my bed. I didn’t want to, but she pushed me under anyway, and I heard her draw a sword. Mother was an excellent swordswoman, she had once hunted Vampires, other things as well. I hid my eyes when the monsters entered my room, their faces smattered with gore, their eyes red as blood. They were so calm, so casual. The woman at the front of the group glanced around the room, her gaze was searching for something. Her hair was a sparkling black, her face was clean, and her eyes far more vibrant then the group she commanded.
“Mithra Bennington…” The woman smiled and revealed her needle sharp fangs. “You know why we’re here…you’ve had your 12 years – the girl belongs to us now.” She was completely calm as she clasped her hands in front of her.
“You will not take my daughter!” Mother shouted forcefully, and she swung her blade towards the woman’s throat, trying to behead the creature. However, whoever that vampire was, she was powerful. She caught the blade in between her fore and middle finger, she twisted her hand ever so gently, like a faeries caress. The blade had snapped effortlessly.
“I wasn’t giving you a choice, my dear. You made a deal with her father…time to pay in full,” The vampire’s voice was melodic, her tone sharp and punctuating.
The clang of Mother’s sword grip hitting the floor had startled me, and I slid even farther into the corner, bending my head to see. The vampire held my mother by her throat, her eyes wide with glee.
“Mama!” I cried, rushing out from underneath the bed, I pulled the broken blade from the ground and stabbed the jagged end into the vampire’s stomach. She didn’t even seem to notice
I always thought that was a dumb decision on his part.
Mother always said to go to bed with God in my heart. But on the night of October 31, 1716; I stopped believing in God. I stopped thinking he was a kind and merciful God, I forgot the way she said he loved his children. I never wanted to hear his name again, I wanted him to die, the night that the vampires came.
I remember the shrieking cacophony of violence as they ransacked through the small village. I can still hear the screams of people running for their lives before the vampires caught them and sunk their fangs in. I can still smell the smoke from the houses they lit on fire.
When they broke down the door to our cottage, mother pushed me up the stairs, and told me hide under my bed. I didn’t want to, but she pushed me under anyway, and I heard her draw a sword. Mother was an excellent swordswoman, she had once hunted Vampires, other things as well. I hid my eyes when the monsters entered my room, their faces smattered with gore, their eyes red as blood. They were so calm, so casual. The woman at the front of the group glanced around the room, her gaze was searching for something. Her hair was a sparkling black, her face was clean, and her eyes far more vibrant then the group she commanded.
“Mithra Bennington…” The woman smiled and revealed her needle sharp fangs. “You know why we’re here…you’ve had your 12 years – the girl belongs to us now.” She was completely calm as she clasped her hands in front of her.
“You will not take my daughter!” Mother shouted forcefully, and she swung her blade towards the woman’s throat, trying to behead the creature. However, whoever that vampire was, she was powerful. She caught the blade in between her fore and middle finger, she twisted her hand ever so gently, like a faeries caress. The blade had snapped effortlessly.
“I wasn’t giving you a choice, my dear. You made a deal with her father…time to pay in full,” The vampire’s voice was melodic, her tone sharp and punctuating.
The clang of Mother’s sword grip hitting the floor had startled me, and I slid even farther into the corner, bending my head to see. The vampire held my mother by her throat, her eyes wide with glee.
“Mama!” I cried, rushing out from underneath the bed, I pulled the broken blade from the ground and stabbed the jagged end into the vampire’s stomach. She didn’t even seem to notice
