The Little Vampire
Little Vincent was a peculiar kid.
He was a bit of a loner, and liked to be by himself. He always looked sickly
pale, but he never showed any signs of anything being the matter. He would also
disappear at the strangest times for hours, only to be found again somewhere
like his room, or out in the garden. When asked where he had gone he would
usually stay silent, but even when he did answer he would simply say that he
didn't know, or that he had flown away. Whenever he would answer with such a
remark, he would get a spanking for "running off his smart mouth."
Thus, he would usually just remain silent.
One day little Vincent was alone in the forest,
playing with a cool stick that he found lying on the ground, when all of a
sudden, Billy, the bully of the town, came wobbling by with his many chins, and
eating a piece of cake he had stolen from a small child. He saw how much fun
Vincent was having with the stick, and he was immediately filled with envy. "Hey you, Ugly"
yelled Billy very menacingly, "gimme that stick, and anything else you got."
Vincent was very mad. He was not going to let this giant slab of blubber order
him around. He muttered something incomprehensible at Billy under his breath.
"What was that, Ugly?" Billy asked, jabbing his pudgy finger at
Vincent, "I couldn't hear you because I was too busy shielding my eyes
from your ugly face!" Billy grabbed
at Vincent, but Vincent swatted his hand away with surprising force. Billy went
in to punch Vincent, but Vincent was way ahead of him. He dodged the blow, and
lunged toward Billy, at which point Vincent blacked out. He woke up in his
room, with his clothes in tatters.
The next day, someone found Billy's body in
the woods. The autopsy was very strange, very strange indeed. The only marks
found on the boy's body were two small punctures, and the boy's body had been
completely drained of blood. The sheriff ruled that it was most likely a snake
that had bitten him
. The funeral was held a week later,
and everyone in the small town was invited. Vincent didn't cry, or even feel
bad that the child was dead. Billy was a jerk. All of the other kids of the
village seemed to agree, for while the service was being held, they were off in
the background, playing with a caterpillar that one of them had found. Vincent
was not invited to see the caterpillar, of course, for he was different, and
little boys and girls did not look kindly at different. Vincent thought nothing
of it, for he had never been asked to play in the games. It was a way of life
for him, to watch from the sidelines as others were joyous. After the funeral,
Vincent thought about the events of the past few days. He did not come to much,
except that Billy had gotten what was coming to him.
A year went by, and there were no deaths in
the village. Vincent had grown considerably, and he lost his two canines,
awaiting his new adult ones. The next morning, he felt for the gaps in his
mouth and found that the teeth were there. This was very exciting for him. In
the process of running his tongue along his new set of pearly white chompers, he
pricked his tongue. Vincent waited patiently for the taste of blood, but it
never came.
"Well now that is strange!" he
thought.
The cut was rather deep, and should have been
squirting out gallons of blood. Having the attention span of the seven year old
he was, however, he quickly dismissed the thought and headed off to his daily
affairs.
He wandered the woods, pretending to
be a fearless adventurer, slaying evil monsters, rescuing damsels in distress,
and most importantly, having loads of friends.
Deeply ensconced in his imaginative
process, he almost failed to notice the deer he had come across. He quickly
ducked down, and was as quiet as he could be. He spied on the creature, studied
it. It soon occurred to him that he desperately wanted to eat the thing. The
realization shocked him for this was a most ungentlemanly thing to do. But
nonetheless, he couldn't avoid the fact
that he had an overwhelming urge to pounce on the thing, and sink his teeth
into its' hindquarters, and not let go, until every drop of blood had been
drained.
He contemplated whether he should commit this
horrific deed or not. But the craving for blood and flesh swelled so
considerably, that before he knew it, he was chasing after the thing. And
almost as soon as he had pursued it, he was on top of it, gripping it with his
pale, forceful claws. This new founded speed startled the young boy so much
that he almost lost his grip and lost the deer. But he didn't lose his grip. At
that moment the deer's fate was sealed.
The little vampire plunged his teeth into the deer's neck and drained
every drop of blood and life from it. He drank and drank until finally the
blood supply had run out and there was only a large slab of dry venison left.
Vincent didn't want meat, he wanted blood. He
went deep off into the forest, in the pursuit off this delicious red liquid. He
could not find another dear so he came back home very late, disappointed and
hungry.
His orphan matron scolded him for being so
late. He was sent to his room without dinner (which Vincent was actually rather
pleased about, because at the end of the day, Vincent had come to the
realization that all he really wanted was blood). He was given a heavy
spanking, and had to sleep on the cold floor for the night. He could not get to
sleep, and he didn't think it was from the lack of comfort. It was from all
that had happened that day. He had discovered that he was nothing but a blood
thirsty animal. Little Vincent tried to cry, but nothing came out, for now that
he had his grown up fangs, he was a full- fledged vampire. Because of that, he
had lost all fluids from his body. He was only a shell now.
Vincent was not happy about this. He
thought that this was to blame for all of his troubles. This was why the boys
and girls didn't like him. This is why he got so many spankings from the orphan
matron.
The orphan matron.
How dare she be such a witch to poor little
Vincent? She thought he was nothing but a little brat. But Vincent knew he was
so much more. Did he not kill both a cloud of a boy, and a deer with his bare
hands, when he was but a boy? He had found his true power that day. He became
very angry at the orphan matron.
With one powerful kick, the door to
his room flew off of its' hinges. The orphan matron noticed this and came
running to the source of the ruckus. Her face contorted with rage, and she was
about to release a torrent of nasty language, but Vincent was immediately on
her. He plunged his daggers of teeth into her neck, and feasted on her blood.
Once his belly was satisfied, he went into the
rooms of all the other orphans, and bit them. He did not kill them however. He
injected his plague into their bloodstream, in order to make them just like
him. He did not do this to make friends, he did this to show them how he felt,
when all of them ignored him, when he was different. Well now they would all be
different. This would make them sad, which in turn would make Vincent very,
very happy. It was time for little Vincent to be in power now. He was done
being pushed around.
He left the building and went out to the
courtyard where he looked up at the sky. He yearned to be with the stars, to be
immortal, and free. He willed his body to transform into a bat, for his soul to
be free from his miserable human prison. It was time to move onto other
villages. This one was finished, for when the children woke up, they would have
as much of a thirst for blood as Vincent, and they would feast upon the nearest
source of blood they could find which would be the neighbors. He flew around
the countryside, feasting on a villager or two, and planting seeds in each of
the towns.
He was finally happy, or at least he thought
he was. He thought that revenge on all those who were mean to him was what he
wanted, but it was not. What he really wanted was to be loved, to have someone
that he could call a friend. But the chances of that were gone. He killed any
hope of finding the warmth of love as soon as he killed the orphans, and the
matron and Billy. Now he was cursed to live an eternity with this burden of
lovelessness, or be staked in his cold shell of a heart.
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