Vampires alive

Moon light sweeps in by my open window, bathing me in its pure white light. Restive I turn and let her caress my face with soft gentle touches. A cool breeze wafts in disturbing the curtains, breaking the quite of the night with its fabric rustle. In the distance church bells signal the hour ominously. Tonight is the night, when angels cry no more for lost innocents.

A dark shape alights upon the window sill, hungrily leering inside upon my sleeping form, yearning for a taste of my warm lifes blood. Head flitting side to side, he seeks a way within, but without permission he may not enter...an old code as old as time.

Tonight is different, his hunger drives him, primal forces rage within his twisted form. Once what was man, is now bent with darkness, shaped by the night that envelopes it. Long fingers pass the threshold, dragging him in, beyond the point of no return. His long nails gouge the wood as he fights against his nature. He is the first of his kind to break the unwritten law, as the rest of him enters my room.

The moon watches silently, sending his silhouette over me as he encroaches the bed, his mouth open, with two dagger fangs dripping drool. His lust has overpowered him, robbed him of his senses, making him careless...dangerous.

The law is broken and there is no return.

With silence unbecoming he stalks up to the bed, glares with red demented eyes upon the cat curled upon the bed. Without a noise the cat flees the room, never to return. With unhastened ease, he drags his hand gently upon the sheet, that encapsulates my form, like a lover not wishing to wake, yet desiring a forbidden touch.

His hand reaches my face, whereupon he pauses to savour one last look, as the moons rays light up my room. A frown crosses his face and he looks out the window upon the full moon, doubt stretches his face for a moment, gone it is in a flash as his desperation to feed returns.

Slowly he drops his head, zeroing in upon the nape of my neck. Slowly his mouth opens exposing his white canines, pointed down, ready to pearce. His foul rancid breath washes over me in cold eagerness.

As he sets his balance for the final plunge, to break what must not be broken, his foot steps upon a squeaky toy belonging to my dog.

I awake with a start at the sound, for though in slumber, I know my dog is outside. My eyes fly open and are greeted by a hideous visage. A putrid, horrid monster kissing at my neck. I feel his teeth puncture my neck and feel his first greedy suckle. Nauseated, I react.

With strength from rigorous training, I hurl his lithe frame from me. He crashes into my cupboard, but soon regains his balance and poises to attack. I am out of bed in a few heart beats and face the beast ready to fight. I feel the blood trickling down my neck, its warmth accentuated by the cool breeze blowing into the room.

This foul intruder of the night, hisses his displeasure at being rudely interrupted. I watch as his head cocks from side to side listening...but soon he is focussed on me again. I realise that he has determined I am alone.

My bare chest glistens from sweat as I crouch down into a fighting stance, I am empowered by its frail form...mistakenly. I am soon to learn it is stronger, way stronger than it looks. He jumps with speed that no humanoid form should possess and wraps me in a vice like grip.

Eager to finish me off and sup again, we wrestle upon the floor, my mind racing, deducing that what I fight is a mythical vampire, in the flesh. My world of beliefs crashing around me like the furniture within my room, I struggle to survive. Tonight I have no wish to be this abominations dinner or for that matter, to join him in the undead world of stalking the night. I like my sleep thank you very much.

I grin at this thought, which unnerves him a tad. Gives me that split second to break his grasp. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot my now broken rocking chair, a moments regret passes through my mind for it. I lunge, rolling, grabing a portion of it as I come up in a crouch. I face the monster as it leeps.

The moon lights his face and I see his sadistic, victorius leer. I stare for what seems an eternity, into his soulless dead eyes,but what in reality is but a second. I feel his claws dig into my flesh, sending pain searing through me. I act instinctively and swing the fragment of chair in the general direction of his heart, if he even has one, and with satisfaction feel it find flesh.

I am in no position to do anything else as he has me in an overpowering embrace. I struggled feebly to break free, but I might as well have been fettered. I close my eyes and await the inevitable. My breathing is erratic as I try to fight my fear now instead, since the adrenaline rush is finished. I send my last prayer to heaven, hoping my soul will not be enslaved like my body.

Moments pass and soon become minutes...I open my eyes and turn my head and stare at the vampires surprised face. Frozen like a statue, unmoving, yet its eyes stare at me with hatred, deep dark and as red as my blood now mixed with my sweat upon my body.

I wriggle free of its grasp and rush to the bathroom to stem the flow of blood from my wound. I hit the light switch as I enter the bathroom and painfully flutter my eye lids as the light pierces my retina. Blinking, I let the red spots fade as I administer first aid upon myself. Who would have thought I would be my first patient!

I stare a few moments at myself in the mirror, registering all scratches, gouges and bruises, the vampire forgotten for those few blessed moments. Reality has a harsh way of slapping you back to the present and soon I found myself before the entrance to my room.

I switched the light on and viewd the disaster area. A part of me wished it was gone, but I knew that if it was, it would come back for me. It still lay there on the floor where I left it, its eyes flitting to me and the open window. It was not dead, but immobilised, the stake through the heart had not killed it, but had only rendered it moitionless. Now how the hell do you kill it, was raging through my mind. This thing was going to die if I could help it.

On the horizon the first of dawns light started to creep out of bed and upon its sight I knew what to do. I picked up the beast, expecting it to be heavy, as it was a head taller than me and I am just under six foot, but it was unbelievably light. To the roof I went to introduce this monster to sunlight. All the while I made sure to keep that stake within.

Within minutes I was on the roof and had the vampire sitting, facing the rising sun. Judging by his eyes, he was none to happy with the upcoming show. My head was spinning a bit, so I sat down and waited. I could feel myself burning up in the cold morning breeze and this worried me slightly. I shrugged it off as something that could wait till after this vampire was dead.

I watched the most grandiose sunrise I have ever seen, the colours were so vivid. All different hues of pink, orange, red and yellows. It lit up the sky like no fireworks ever could. You could see the loving touch it gave to the landscape, as it warmed and woke up nature. It was splenid!

All to soon I settled my eyes upon the thing half sitting, half laying upon my roof. Its eyes were screaming in its mouths stead. If it could beg, I am sure it would have.

As the first rays hit it, smoke arose, gentle at first, but then gushing upwards, you could hear the crackling as it burned, though not see it. Its pale white skin blackened as the sun pounded it with no mercy. Slowly its body shrivelled up till it was but a small husk. The wind took the last rements of the smoke away and left me to view my handy work.

I stood a few moments longer and looked to the sun, enjoying its warmth upon my skin. I soaked it all up. Eventually I turned my attention upon the remains. I would have to dispose of it as soon as possible, lest someone thought I had burned a human, for it looked just like a burned corpse.

I reached out with both hands and touched its charred remains, a bright light flashed, blinding me momentarily. Its entire form burst into ash and was without pause, got blown away upon the winds.

Startled I viewed this with disbelief. I raised my hand to wipe the running sweat from my brow and stopped short...my hand, no both, glowed yellow as the sun. I watched as they slowly faded back to normal.

I stood and stared for quite a while thinking everything over, when from below, in what I assume could only be the sewers an unholy shrieking and crying arose. The same sound as his gutteral shriek he uttered when I first threw him off. I did not even register he had shrieked.

There were more of them! Fear gripped me once more, I would find no peace, they would come for me as I had slain one of their own most cruelly. What was I to do?

I stepped to the edge and looked to where the water drained from the road. Within stood a figure whos face I could only see. He glared at me with such intense hate, it felt like he was stabbing me. Yet...

There was also fear within those eyes as he scrutinised me. I pointed my hand at him and it glowed slightly, this surprised me, but not as much as the vampire shrieking and fleeing as if I had struck it.

So that is how my war with the vampires began. How I began my systematic destruction of their kind. How powered by the sun, I burned them to death at night, beneath the cool glow of the moon.