The Nightmares of New York

The Dead Traitors Celabration

Blood dripped down my bare arm. All I could do was stare at it; I didn't have the heart to stare at her. I needed to move myself away from the scene before I got caught. It was done; it was time to leave.  Walking back felt longer than usual; a thought lingered in my mind.
You didn't stab the heart, why didn't you aim for the heart?
I arrived and let my self into the house, her blood still drying on my arms. It was silent in there; everyone was out.
"Welcome home Rose" a voice said from the shadows, my sisters voice.
I ran to it but a wall was all that I ran into. My sister is dead. Left to die in my arms.
"You have blood all over your arms and a knife in your hand, I see you succeeded?" That voice was real. It was my father.
"Enid is dead, rotting in the streets of New York City"
I saw a smile crept out, "it's the least Constance would have wanted, it's closure for us all"
I nodded, "I ripped her heart right out father, saw it beating in my hands"
He looked proud; I had pleased him. "Well done Rosette, I'll spread the news"
Everything was going perfectly, this was how it was meant to be.
I started to walk down to the lake where I saw some of my peers. The blood swirled and turned the water a crimson red. It was satisfying. This would be the last remainders I saw of the sick girl.
Other people were staring at the blood in the water and staring at me. I felt I should announce it. It was not a thing to keep a secret. I stood up, all eyes hooked on me, ready to project my voice.
"The bitch is dead."
Cheers where heard all around the lake, more people came in from the forest to hear about it. I became proud of myself. I hope my sister was proud.
Then we all ran, searching for human souls dumb enough to walk through the forest at night. I was leading. I was in my sisters place now, heir to the count. Her legacy. I told myself she'd run along with me. Admiring every bite mark I left. Countless humans died that night but even more became one of us. We were celebrating.
The dining table wasn't big enough for the full clan anymore. However glasses were still raised to the death of the traitor. Then we feasted. Raw meats, berries and goblets of fresh blood. My supply never left my side. Mine and my fathers goblets the only ones that weren't diluted. Pure bliss filled out mouths.
The sun was rising slowly But I wanted to return to my coffin early tonight. I was exhausted.
A bat kept flying around my room. I was trying to read. It was probably one of the children trying to amuse me. I wasn't laughing.
Then I heard a voice. A voice I thought I'd never heard again as the animal tumbled into transforming.
"Ah fuck"
She wasn't alive. I was hearing things.
"Enid?"
She sat up, her movements accompanied by her malicious snigger of a laugh. "Miss me?"
Why didn't stab her heart?