The Vampire Strikes - Creative Writing

The Vampire Strikes - Creative Writing
The shadows on the walls of the dank corridors appeared to move intostrange contortions in the flickering torchlight. Slowly butpurposefully the cloaked man moves through the avenue of suits ofarmour. It is almost as though he is hunting something as he stalksdown the corridors, like a wild animal on the prowl. He is tall,almost unnaturally so and his face is startlingly white. He is dressedall in black, apart from the lining of his cloak, which is a deepblood red. He smiles and his white teeth show in the light. Hiscanines are elongated so that they are fangs. When he smiles his facetakes on a predatory look. He reaches a fork in the corridor. Hehesitates, pondering which way to go.
After some deliberation he decides on the left side. He stalks along; moving faster now as he senses his goal is near. He reaches another fork; again he takes the left passage, this time without hesitation and strides down it. At the end of this passage there is a wooden door. As he gets nearer the door he begins to smile. He tries to open the door but it is locked. He curses under his breath. There is no keyhole as the door is locked from the inside. With a smile he takes out a knife and slots into the gap at the edge of the door. After moving the knife round in the slot for about two minutes he hears a faint click. With a faint laugh he withdraws the knife and pushes the door. It swings open noiselessly. He enters the room and surveys its contents. The room itself is sparsely furnished and there is a plain writing desk and a chair, a small chest and a bed. On this bed lies a young girl, about seventeen. She is asleep, evidently dreaming as she is mumbling to herself. Her eyes open and she rubs them. The count moves quickly into a dark corner. She rises and moves toward the door. The count moves silently up behind her. In a single movement he grabs her and turns her head so as to expose the flesh of her neck. A slight scream escapes her mouth before he can cover it. He curses softly under his breath. Opening his mouth, again revealing those monstrous teeth, he lowers it to her neck. She struggles, but soon goes limp as he drains her blood. He takes enough to keep her alive, but not fully conscious. He has plans for this one. No, he could not kill such a beautiful young thing; instead he will do something much worse. He takes out his knife and makes a small cut on his wrist, and, when he sees blood come forth, presses it to the young girls mouth, Forcing her to drink. She chokes at first and tries to resist, but she is no match for him, and eventually she has to swallow the vampire?s warm blood. A most terrible deed has been done, for he has made her like himself, a vampire. Suddenly he hears the sound of running feet. ?Thump, thump? he hears them pounding down the stone flagged corridors. This time he does not curse. He knows that it will be a guard who has heard the young girls cut off scream. The vampire is relishing the thought of a fight and a kill. He has not fed for days and he is hungry. He is feeling a little week after the blood he had to give the girl, but he is not worried, he knows that he and his knife are more than a match for any guard, armour and all. He lays the girl back on the bed, and stands behind the door. The guard dashes in, just as the count had planned. The count steps out from behind the door just as the guard turns round. The guard takes one look at the count before attacking with his sword. With an evil grin the count draws his knife. The battle begins. The guard takes a huge swing at the count, but he parries it easily. Again the guard attacks, this time lunging forward at the counts heart, or where it would be if he had one. The count neatly sidesteps and delivers a blow to the back of the guard?s head with the hilt of his knife. The guard stumbles, crashing into the writing desk, and falls over. The girl stirs at the noise, but does not wake. The count advances on the stunned guard, but the guard jumps up and aims a vicious swipe at the counts neck. The count, with a deft flick, disarms the guard and spins him round. He then wakes the girl, and brings her over to the guard and presses her head down towards the exposed flesh of the guard?s neck. The fledgling vampire has her first meal.

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