[Fan Fic] The Dark Gift [3/?]
Title: The Dark Gift
Genre: Horror/Thriller
Pairing(s): US/UK (mainly)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (this chapter).
Summary: Alfred is turned into a vampire by Ivan, who's searching for something. Something important.
Author's Notes: I like how this came out, sort of. Next chapter should be better, promise.
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Alfred stood on the porch, the scrap of paper still in his hand as he tried to process what he’d just been instructed to do.
“Go to this address….you will be safe.”
But that man….he was with Ivan. Suppose going to the address was just some kind of trap? But even as he thought that, even in his deluded state, Alfred had a feeling about the brunette that said he was trustworthy despite his association with Alfred’s ex.
But what did he mean by saying “Stay out of the sun for seven days”? Weren’t vampires adverse to sunlight at all times? Did this mean he’d be able to come out in the daytime after a week?
He groaned slightly as his head spun; nothing made sense. He didn’t even want to believe that he was, at this very moment, technically dead. His heart wasn’t beating, and yet he was alive and his blood still ran in his veins.
Speaking of blood……
He realized how hungry he’d suddenly gotten. And it was with sickened horror and utter despair that he remembered what it was vampires ate.
Shoving the paper in his pocket, he ran off the porch and into the darkness of the forest.
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Alfred felt sick the more he thought of what he was about to do.
He watched from the treetops as the girl he’d found made her way along the dark road, with only a few streetlamps to light her way. She was young, and dark-haired, and from the look of the silky white dress she wore, she was coming home from a party her parents were blissfully ignorant of. It pained him to think of their reaction to finding their daughter dead the next morning.
He considered not doing it, but…..what happened when a vampire didn’t eat?
Swallowing hard, he silently leapt from one branch to another till he’d reached the ground, grimly noting the new agility that the change had brought him. Moving quickly, he stepped out onto the road, and moved up beside the girl, who jumped at his sudden presence.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “You…you surprised me.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Alfred responded, giving her a smile. “What’s a girl like you doing out so late, and by yourself?”
“I’m….uh….getting home from a party,” she admitted sheepishly, confirming what Alfred had thought earlier. “I didn’t drink anything, though! Promise!”
“I’m not telling anyone,” Alfred answered. There was a long silence as they walked side by side down the road. After a moment, Alfred said, “Why don’t I see you home?”
She thought for a minute before saying, “Alright, I guess that’s fine. My name’s Abby, by the way.”
“Alfred.”
Abby linked her arm through Alfred’s, and for the rest of their walk they were silent.
But thoughts and sensations were raging in Alfred’s mind. He was being driven insane by the smell of the girl’s blood, and he could see the dark blue vein pulsing beneath the skin of her neck. He wondered when he should do it; now would be ideal, seeing as they were in the middle of the woods, too far for anyone to hear her should she scream……
“Oh, we’re here,” Abby said suddenly, pointing at a white house whose windows were darkened, the only light coming from the lamp above the front door. Alfred let himself be lead up the porch stairs, and Abby let him go as she said, “Well, thanks for…..”
She stared at him with morbid fascination.
“What?” Alfred asked.
“Your….your eyes,” she said, her voice wavering. “You don’t have red contacts on, do you?”
Now, he thought, advancing toward her as he said, “No.”
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Alfred gently laid Abby’s lifeless body against the wood of the porch, and wondered as he looked her over if this was how he appeared to others: gaunt, pale, and lacking nourishment. He absently wiped a drop of blood away from the corner of his mouth, and turning his head, he was alarmed to see the sky beginning to lighten. Racing off the porch and back into the woods, he set about looking for a place to sleep for the day. He found a tree whose base was beginning to rot, forming a hollow space within the trunk. Scraping spider webs and dead insects out of it, he settled himself in just as rosy dawn touched the horizon.