Melabeth the Vampire (2 page)

The rest of the memory was of the bikers taking me away and throwing me into the back of a van. I was crying, and I started to scream, so the brothers tied and gagged me inside the van.

My hatred burned like a fresh cut, and I knew why I was a vampire… to kill those men and my father.

I was now weeping out loud. Suddenly the inside of the coffin lit up. I went as still as a board and did not make a noise. The sudden light had me freaked out, but soon as I stopped moving, the lights went off. Then it was blacker than night. What was that?

I said. “That was weird” and the inside of the coffin lit up again.

Well it wasn’t really light; it was like l was viewing a black and white TV, and on the screen was the inside of the coffin. The really strange part was that I could see all sides of me, and, soon as I went quiet, it was dark again. The picture was fuzzy, but I could tell the shape of myself and the inside of the coffin.

Well now, that is just strange. Not like this whole situation isn’t strange, but I wasn’t expecting that. Then again, what was I expecting?

So I tried something. I started to whistle; the whole coffin lit up again. So I tapped my hand against the side of the coffin. It lit up again, but this time I noticed that the picture was really bright around my hand and in the mid part of my body. So it does not take a genius to figure out
that I am seeing sound; it's a form of sonar. Oh man does this mean I am part bat?

So being in a dark small place was bringing back the next set of memories.

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After the bikers took me out of the van, they took me into some house and threw me into a closet, slammed the door shut and left me in the dark. I was tied up and gagged and had no idea what was going to happen next.

After an incalculable amount of time, someone opened the door. Then someone removed my blindfold. I was now looking at a middle age white guy. He had brown hair, with balding in the middle. He wore glasses with large rims; he dressed and looked like a high school teacher. He wore slacks with a dress shirt with one of those sleeveless sweaters, bowtie and all.

“Hi I am Devon Wright, and I am the director of the film you’re about to star in.” he said with a vile grin.

I would have screamed or yelled, something, but all I could do was make some noise. I still had on my gag.

He stepped back, and let the big biker Jason haul me out of the closet. He threw me over his shoulder and carried me. He brought me into what I believe was the living room of the house. All the windows were covered up by big draperies of mixed colors and design. There was a couch, and in the middle of the room a bed. Around the bed, cameras were set up, and there were lights on poles. I may be a blonde, but I hung around enough drug head guys to tell you where this was going.

I was sure I understood the story; I just didn’t understand the ending. Thinking of this event in my life is like watching a horror movie. The images pass through my mind with ever increasing pain. Every one of the bikers had a turn with me and not one at a time.

I push the memories away, but the last one is the clearest. My mind and heart is breaking just thinking about it.

The leader Alex was on me; I was looking up at his face. He was already having his way with me.

"Alright, it is time for the last scene.” Devon said, with a sickness I had never heard before.

Brandon, half dressed, sitting on the couch, resting with a beer in his hand, said. “Do we have to kill her? I think it’s kind of a waste… she is smoking hot and hell of fun in the bed.”

Devon eyed him. “Well the difference is what it will make this film worth. I have a rich client that will pay $150,000 for snuff film, or, if you want to keep the girl alive, he will pay $5000.00.”

Jason, still naked, with tattoos all over him, his long, dirty, blonde hair, hung off to one side of his head, got off his chair and strolled over to the cooler and grabbed a beer out. “Her Dad owed us $15,000 as if that really matters. I would do this regardless. Does anyone else need a beer?”

“Sure.” Brandon called out; Jason threw him a beer.

“Let’s ask little Melanie what she thinks.” Alex said, sitting on his knees right between my legs.  I stared at him and knew the truth. He was waiting for this part. He wanted my fear.

“I am ready to die. Kill me now, for I never want to think about this again.”I said, with an eerie calm. I don’t
know where my mind was; maybe it was in shock. I don’t know.

Pain, anger, revenge, were locked away, and, in that moment of my certain death, all was calm.

As I looked up, I heard Devon say. “Final scene… action!”

Alex got on top of me; my body was numb. I could no longer feel him, as he ravished me. Then he started to choke me.

I freaked out. I fought back, but it did me no good.

His face started to dim away. Then it all went black.

Free at last.

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I screamed at the top of my lungs. Slamming the coffin door with all my might, it moves up but only a few inches. As the door lifts up, the dirt comes spilling in around the edges. This would not have mattered, except I was screaming, when the dirt went into my mouth.

That calms me down. I close my eyes. I have to spit the dirt out. I am sure I could dig, and push my way out, but I need a little down time. My emotions are running amok.

I know that I am a vampire. As I lay there, I come to realize that I don't need to breathe, and I have no heartbeat to speak of. Vampire or not, I am dead. As my mind calms a little, a fuzzy memory surfaces to the top of my mind. It’s like a dream, not clear, but I remember now what happened.

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I was in the arms of a man, being carried from where to where I did not know. I could tell things were passing by, so I knew that we were moving quickly. Yet it didn't feel like he was walking, more like floating… so smooth, with no motion. The air was cold, and it was dark outside. A tree, building and other objects of uncertain origin passed by, as we moved to some unknown destination.

The man was cradling me, my legs draped over one arm while he held me to his chest with his other arm. I looked up at him. He had long wavy hair that parted down the middle. In the light I could not determine what color his hair was. It looked black; it could have been blonde, who knew? His face was young and beautiful with a long mustache that wrapped around his mouth and down his chin hanging down into braids. I believe that I trusted this face; his eyes had red smoldering light shining through them letting me know this man was not natural.

“You’re awake.” The strange man said, with a small smile. Strange how it seemed he was staring at me and nothing else, but yet we were still moving at what felt like an incredible pace.

“Who are you?” I squeaked out.

The strange angel of death said, “It really does not matter, but you may call me Nicks. And let me start by telling you that I found you in a dumpster, dead. I have sought to save your life, but I have failed and die you will. You were too dead for any human to have saved you, but I thought that vampire blood may restore you.”

Did he say vampire? I was thinking, with those eyes, angel of death was closer. "Nick…” I started to say.

“No… I said Nicks” he replied curtly.

“Oh sorry…. I… what do you mean I am going to die? I feel fine right now, not like I am dying.” I said with anger building up within me.

“I know this is a lot to take in, and I have no time to explain it. One answer will lead to another question and so on; this is knowledge that would take years to pass on.” Nicks replied with a thoughtful look on his face.

“I am scared. I have been through hell, and I need to understand what is happening… PLEASE” It came out all at once; I felt the mental break coming on. I was so confused, and this guy was between the scariest person of all time or my long lost brother. How does one meet someone and see a monster, and a father, all in the same person?

“You’re right; you need a little bit more information, just in case.” He mused.

“In case of what?” I replied nervously.

“Alright, I have decided to give you some information, but you can not interrupt me or ask any questions. This is all the time I have to tell you.” After Nicks made this comment, he lifted his head up with a strange look. I noticed that we had stopped moving, and then he continued. “We are here. I really would like to tell you more, because I really wish I could do more for you, but, alas… I cannot. You would not believe me, when I say you are like my child, but it is true. From the moment I saw you, I fell in love with you as if you were my daughter.”

I was moved by his words; it was strange. Right after I thought he was like meeting my father for the first time, I had noticed that we had arrived. “Why are we at a graveyard?”

“No questions.” Nicks responded, with a remorseful look on his face looking back down at me.

“Sorry, please continue. I wish to know when you have time, and am willing to share with me before I die. It’s just because I am so confused. I already thought I had died, but I am being held by my vampire father in a graveyard. I will try my hardest to listen.” That’s the longest thing I have said to anyone in the longest time. Things still felt like a dream and are still hazy around the corners of my eyes. Well maybe it is a dream?

“Well let’s see how I can sum this up so it makes sense. Vampire blood can heal man, make him stronger, and even slow down aging. It is also a drug. No, better yet, it is a poison, and as long as you do not take too much of it, it will not kill you but make you stronger. The longer you drink from the dead, the more your body requires it, and after a time, depending on certain factors, such as the power of the vampire, the addiction is irreversible. If you die with vampire blood in your system, you will rise in three to seven days from the grave. Now there is no guarantee that you will rise. Only in the movies and books does it work all the time. Certain factors can contribute to the reason for not rising, such as the health of the human and how long they were a Ren. Ren is what we call humans addicted to our blood, a little play on Renfeild from Dracula.” He chuckled at this and then found a headstone and took a seat.

Still holding me in his arms he started to continue. Before he could speak, I said. “Do you know Dracula?” I couldn’t help myself; it just came out.

He gave me a heated look “Do you wish me to continue or talk about things that have no bearing on your immediate need?”

“Sorry, please continue.” I said this like a little girl that had just got scolded for talking out of place. It has always been hard for me to hold my tongue. And normally I find no reason to apologize, but I had a feeling that whatever he had to say was more important than my need to smart off.

“Very well.” Nicks said while he readjusted me, so now I was sitting up looking at him. “Let me see, where was I… Oh yeah it is always a good thing to be a Ren for at least a year before changing. And see there is your first problem. You have been a Ren for a whole hour. Even if that was not the case, I regret to inform you that I am infertile. See, I have been unable to make any new children in thousands of years, and trust me I have tried. So I have tried to change many persons, and I have had many failures, so I gave up. When I found you, I had to put so much blood in to you to revive you that you have already begun to start the change. Now it is not all hopeless. There are always miracles and other things that I don’t believe in.” He chuckled at his dumb joke. “So I have brought you to this graveyard, to bury you, so that no one will find your body and do something stupid to it, like cremate you, or embalm you, which would stop the process of the change. A couple of my friends, Jeffery and Liz will be here shortly to prepare you for the burial.”

With a voice that I even I could hear the sadness in, I said, “So you don’t think there is much of a chance that I will rise from the grave?” I formed it like a question, but I said it more like a statement. He gave me one of those understanding looks, the one that said, yep and that’s why
I am trying not to get all worked up about you, because you’re going to die. Anger ran through me, and I said with some hurt in my voice. “Damn there is no justice. I would have loved to rise from the grave to revenge myself. Do you think you could kill those men who did this to me?”

He gave me a sad look, and said. “Do you even recall who did this to you?”

Having a fuzzy memory, for some reason I could not recall all of what had happened to me. Nicks held me quietly while I tried to remember.

“No,” I replied to Nicks and then added, “Why can’t I remember what happened to me?”

Nicks said, with a sad look on his face, “Sorry, part of the change and speaking about change, my friends are here, and not a moment too late; you don’t have a lot of time left.”

Nicks’
friends arrived carrying a coffin with them. And this is when I noticed that there was a dug grave, just under a tree not far from where we sat. I looked down and noticed that I was wearing a white dress. It had short sleeves, and the dress hung down to my knees. It was plain and made out of soft cotton. I guess this was a funeral dress.

Nicks looked over at me and said. “We have taken the liberties of preparing your body. Once you die, that is how you will always be. Your hair will not get any longer or shorter; you will always be the same as you are now.”