Friday the 13th…
As always in tales of this kind, it
was on a dark and stormy night. More than that, the day was Friday and the date
was the 13th. Now, really, would you go out alone, with the school
Adonis, to a secluded spot, with the wind howling, the rain pounding, on the
unluckiest day ever known? Well, Neve thinks it’s a swell idea. She sees
nothing wrong with a ‘Friday the 13th’ rendezvous with the most
popular boy in the school, and she certainly isn’t going to let a mild storm
scupper her twilight plans.
“I can’t actually believe I’m
here!” Neve laughs nervously as she gazes deeply into Mike’s eyes. I say eyes
but I mean shades. In recent days he’s not been seen without this cooler than
cool accessory, increasing his popularity ten-fold, no doubt. He flashes her a
dazzling smile, the kind you see in the toothpaste ads on telly. “Hmm,” he
purrs and moves ever so slightly in his seat, “Why shouldn’t you be here, with
me?” His hand softly touches hers and Neve instinctively casts her eyes
downwards, a slight blush descending on her normally pale cheeks. “You um, you
do have a certain reputation, I mean…”
“All completely untrue!” Mike
interrupts. Then, smile on full beam, he adds, “I mean Neve, I’m really just a
normal guy, looking for that special someone…” That last word hangs between
them; Neve’s head fills with something like hopes and dreams as he moves his
hand gently to move her hair away from her pale blue eyes. Her heart pounds
hard to the beat of the rain on the car roof. In the background the radio continues
to deliver the local news, Neve’s eyes drift to the dim light on the dashboard,
the broadcasters voice draws her in:
“In a statement earlier today, DCI
Lee confirmed that ‘the net is closing in on the serial killer. During his last
attack the unfortunate victim managed to spray a repellent into his eyes….”
Mike smoothly switches the radio
off, the dim light disappears and the car is plunged into darkness. Neve’s gaze
snaps up to his shades. The winning smile has gone; instead he wears a crooked smirk.
“Ahh, Neve,” he sighs, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows. Leaning forward
towards her, he reaches his hands up to her throat… In a flash she’s on him. A
blood-curdling CRACK as his arms are forced unnaturally backwards, brings a
wicked smile to Neve’s face. Almost instantly the smile turns to a snarl,
revealing a set of cold, sharp fangs. Mike tries to pull his head back,
dislodging his shades, which tumble onto his lap. But all to no avail; as Neve
sinks her teeth into the soft flesh just below his left ear she sighs and
closes her eyes. Calmness descends all around. The storm abates, clouds part
and the bright moon fills the car with an eerie light. As the vampire drinks
her fill, the killer’s infected eyes begin to close.
© Lisa Lee, 2015
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