Lynne hated Halloween. It was a stupid reason for people to dress up as monsters and run around like idiots. Hordes of small children walked from house to house, fuelled by an all-night sugar rush as they shoved sweets into their mouths, while still hunting for even more sugar. To make matters worse, when the night fell mid-week, they did it all twice. Once on the Saturday before and then repeated it again on the actual night. As if a normal Saturday night wasn’t bad enough, you had the so called adults staggering from pub to pub in yet another excuse for a drunken evening. As she walked through the city centre, she avoided the main streets, those that held the heaving bars full of the night’s revellers all dressed in silly costumes, celebrating a night most of them had no real clue about. She had decided she wanted to avoid the hell of another night watching the drunken excesses of the city and took the longer route as she headed home.
As she finally left the noise of the city centre behind, it started to rain, that cold wet drizzle that seemed to get you wetter than a real downpour. She came to the gates of the memorial park and decided to cut through rather than walk around it, a shortcut that should save a good ten minute walk. She justified this to herself by the fact she was getting wet and was now hungry; she would be through the park in a couple of minutes anyway. Adjusting the large handbag hanging from her shoulder, she shoved her hands into her coat pockets and started through the gates to the park.
During the day the park was a pleasant place where people brought the kids to play or walked their dogs. At night though, gangs of youths would gather and cause petty vandalism but the cold wet night should have sent them all indoors.
Half way through the park, she reached a section where the street lights had failed, leaving the area ahead in darkness. She looked to the shadows cast by the trees, searching for movement but saw nothing. Increasing her pace, she started to walk through. As she reached the other side, a figure stepped out from behind a tree. He was dressed as many of the youths seemed to dress, a dark top with the hood pulled up and trousers worn low to show his underwear.
“Twick or tweet laby!” He demanded; his words distorted. In the faint light she saw him smile, revealing his teeth and elongated fangs.
“Pardon?” She replied, coming to a stop a few feet away, nervously casting quick looks to the shadows to see if anyone else lurked.
“I swed flukin twick or tweet blitch,” he said, pulling a knife from his pocket while with his other hand, he reached up and removed the plastic teeth from his mouth and dropped them to the floor. “Just hand over the bag lady, you make an effort and try to be all festive and Halloween like,” he left the statement hanging with a shrug of his shoulders.
Lynne looked down at the plastic fangs on the floor in front of him where he had dropped them. “So you’re not a vampire then?” she asked, looking back at his face.
“Of course I ain’t, ya silly cow, now giz the bag or I cut ya face up,” he said angrily, taking one menacing step forward.
“That’s a shame.” Lynne said sadly and she gave him a big smile, making sure she showed her own teeth and the fangs that suddenly grew longer. “Well for you anyway, because I am a vampire!”
The youth turned and started to run, a feat he found difficult with his trousers so low and the belt below his buttocks. Tripping over, he desperately tried to pull up his trousers before jumping back up. Holding them in place with both hands, he set off a second time at a faster pace.
Lynne rolled her shoulders then opened her mouth wide and wiggled her jaw left and right. Finally ready, she gave a grin and then set off after him. Within an instant she caught up and grabbed him by the back of his neck. Swinging him around, he flew through the air to crash into a tree some six feet away. Lynne approached him and dragged him to his feet, the dazed youth stood helpless. Blood flowed from his broken nose, setting her senses alive, the smell of fresh blood mixed with the less pleasant stink of his sweat.
“I hate junk food,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Have you never heard of soap and deodorant?”
The youth managed to focus and looked in fear at his would be victim. After a moment, his eyes crossed and he slumped to the ground in a faint. Reaching into her bag, Lynne pulled out a small tube of sanitising gel and a packet of antiseptic hand wipes. Kneeling down over the unconscious youth, she pulled back the hood and squeezed some clear gel from the tube onto his neck. Taking out a wipe, she began to swab the area to ensure it was totally clean.
“Damn, you’re bound to be covered in germs, you disgusting creature, and I bet your blood is just as nasty,” Lynne said to the unconscious youth.
Then she inspected the neck area that she had cleaned. Finally happy, she dragged his body forward and bit down onto the neck, drinking deeply. Finally pulling back, she let his body drop and pulled another wipe from the packet. She dabbed her face to clean any blood from it before she deposited both wipes inside a small clear plastic bag. Squeezing out some more gel onto her hands, she began to rub them together as she looked down at the dead youth.
“Do you realise the trouble you’ve put me through, making me eat like this? The germs I could catch out here, drinking blood from someone who hasn’t been detoxed for a week in advance.” She placed everything back in her bag, and then withdrew a large knife. She continued to talk to the youth in a stern voice. “And now I’m going to have to slash up your neck and make you look like a crime victim which is sure to expose me to even more germs. All because of you, you put me at risk of germs infecting me, and for what?” She slashed down with the large knife, destroying any signs of the fang punctures. “Inconsiderate, that’s what you kids are today, always going on about how bad you have it. You should have been young when I was your age, black death everywhere you turn, bodies piling up in the street and no sanitising gel, now that was hard. Germs were everywhere and you had no way to stay clean. It’s a wonder I didn’t die of some horrid infection.”
With that, she stood up and without a backwards glance, continued on her journey home. Lynne quickly reached the house where she lived; it was a nondescript house in a street like any other in the city.
Unlocking the front door, she walked in and carefully locked and bolted it behind her. She hung her keys on a key holder on the wall and pressed the button on a hand sanitizer dispenser beside it to cleanse her hands. She turned back to the door and tried the handle, checking it was locked, repeating the action eight times. Removing her boots, she placed them carefully next to the door and then undressed. She placed her clothes in a neat pile before reaching for a thick white bath robe. Then she went into a utility room to the left of the door and put the clothes in a washing machine and started it going before returning to the hall and again wiping her hands with gel.
The house was kept immaculately clean and was decorated in the latest minimalist style. Walking through to the kitchen, she opened a door to a walk in larder and looked at the naked man hanging by his handcuffed wrists from a hook in the ceiling. “Sorry love, I ate on the way home, you don’t mind if we skip tonight do you?” she asked pleasantly. The man’s eyes bulged but the gag in his mouth prevented him from responding. She smiled at him before closing the door.
Then she walked through to her living room and pressed the button on her answer machine.
“Hi Lynne sweetie, it’s Karla. I know we haven’t spoken in ages, well since we left prep school. Wow those were wild times weren’t they? Eighteen fifties Paris, wow, where do the years go? Anyway I’ve got a favour to ask. I’m sending my little brother over to see you because he needs some help and you know loads more about demonology and that witchy stuff than anyone I could think of. Anyway, got to go, my ride’s here, he should be with you in a couple of days, with his friend. Don’t worry, I know his friend is a werewolf but he’s nice really, once you get past the slight wet dog smell.”
Lynne looked at the answer phone in horror. “Damn I need a drink,” she said to herself and walked back to the kitchen. She opened the door to the walk in larder and smiled apologetically to the man.
“Sorry, change of plan again; it’s been one of those days today. I really need another drink just now.”
Two hours later, Lynne sat in her living room feeling far too bloated. She hadn’t meant to drain the man, but once she started drinking she couldn’t stop. She again cursed Karla, for now she would have to go back out that night and find a new man to hang in her larder and then it would take a couple of days to detox him. She hated losing control, almost as much as having house guests, and this time, one would be a werewolf too. It would be months before she would be able to get her house clean again once they were gone. She had heard stories of Karla’s teenage brother and wasn’t impressed with the thought of meeting him. She hated teenagers with their disgusting habits and this one was bringing some pet dog with him.
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