The stairwell was damp, moss covered the walls. Dead animals were scattered along the hallway; some looked fresh, some were badly decomposed. Yuck! I hopped over the little nasties and headed for the wooden door at the end of the hallway. I pressed the tip of the flashlight up on the door, it creaked open. Was that a noise behind me? Nervous I looked back, the hallway was empty. Whew, clam down Vella. I took a deep breath and entered the room. The only thing I could see in this room was a pile of ratty blankets. Bones crunched under my feet as I walked over to investigate. The blankets were tattered and dark, wiry hair clung to the fabric. I heard that noise again. In one slow motion I swiveled with flashlight. The room was empty, but on the other side of the room was another door.
Ok, Vella this is it, this is the moment. Be steady. The door made no sound as I pushed it open. Inside the room was a table with one chair, a small shelf with some trinkets and a bed. Where’s the freakin’ coffin? I looked down at the bed, there was an indentation where someone had slept. Great, a bum lives here. My leg brushed against the bed and the distinct smell of cloves and cinnamon rose from the covers. That’s werid. I heard the noise again and froze. My hands started to shake as I turned my head to look at the door, it was closed. Get it together, you’re just as bad as Jeremy. I shined the flight light around the room, a glint of shiny metal caught my attention. Oohh, what’s this? I picked up a metal picture frame with a man and a woman sitting next to each other. Their lips were drawn and their young, brown faces emotionless. Hmmm…this looks really old.
Next to the frame was an oblong piece of gold metal. It had several rows of Egyptian looking hieroglyphs, similar to the ones we studied in History class. With great care I picked it up, it was cool to the touch. I ran my thumb downward, it snagged a piece of metal and started to bleed. Without thinking I dropped it and began sucking on the blood. A metallic, salty taste filled my mouth. Yuck, I hate the taste of blood. With my hand close to my face I could see my firefly ring pulse. In the distance an owl was hooting. Oh no… that thing! I eyed the doorway, it was now open. A shadow moved towards me.
“Jer, is that you?” Silence.
A cloud of cinnamon and cloves consumed me. My eyes burned, my vision blurred and my head spun. Voice, I hear voices.
“Jer, is that you? I can’t see anything. Jer-” Everything went dark as my face hit the dirt floor.
This flash fiction is part of a vampire series for #FridayFlash. Follow the links below to read more.
Vella and Jeremy Vampire Tracker Part 1
Vella and Jeremy Vampire Tracker Part 2
Vella and Jeremy Vampire Tracker Part 3
Ammon The Moon Flute Player The Cliff Dwelling Part 2
Lis, Andrew and the Flute Player The Cliff Dwelling Part 1
Lis Desert Vampires.
AndrewVampires in the Jungle
Veronique Vampires at the Moulin Rouge
Veronique and Natalia Snow in Paris
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