Stolen by the Night

The Bad News

Jake sat on his bed in his room. Hearing the news from his grandmother was just awful. Not that it was his grandma, oh no, he loved his grandma. But to hear that his best friend from child hood, Dirk, was dead. It was hard to believe at first, but he slowly began to except it and felt terribly sad. Dirk had been murdered by the worst kind of creature of the night; a vampire. Jake's grandma said that they couldn't find the poor boy's body, but there would be a funeral. Jake flopped on the bed and hugged his pillow. He had shed so many tears that his eyes had gotten red and puffy. Jake went to his bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked terrible, didn't he? His eyes all red like that. He washed his face and accidentally got water on his shirt. Jake groaned, "Agh! Well, it is time I change into my pajamas anyway." Jake and his whole family had a very thick British accent and they were always recognized by it. Jake walked out of the bathroom and to his dresser. He grabbed his pajamas and quickly slipped off his clothes that had been soaked by water and tears. He slipped on his PJs and jumped onto his bed. Jake laid there for a silent moment, looking up at the ceiling and thinking. He finally decided that he should sleep because he began to feel tired. He took off his glasses and set them on his night stand beside his bed. He turned off his lamp, which was the only thing producing light at that moment, and fell into a deep, dark sleep. As Jake slept, he had a dream. Dirk was there. Jake tried to reach out to him, but he couldn't reach his lost friend. Dirk slowly raised his hand toward Jake, as if he were going to reach out to him, but suddenly let his hand fall back to his side, as if he didn't care anymore. Dirk turned away from Jake and walked toward a dark cloud. Jake tried to scream, but his voice didn't make a sound. He tried to run to his friend, to stop him, but his legs wouldn't budge. Dirk turned back to Jake, but he looked different. Dirk was paler, his hair changed black with blonde highlights, he wore dark clothes, and his sunglasses were now red instead of black. Dirk took off his sunglasses and held them in his hand. Dirk's eyes were a crimson red, blood like. Dirk said to Jake, "This is the path I've chosen. I'm sorry, English." Dirk smiled slightly, but it soon faded as he turned away. Dirk slid his sunglasses back on and continued to walk into the darkness. Jake tried to scream once more, but still nothing came out. Jake began to shed tears as he watched his friend disappear into the darkness. He fell to his knees and cried and screamed. Soon after Dirk vanished from Jake's sight, Jake woke up from his horrible nightmare. He could feel the hot, fresh tears on his face and his eyes burned. Jake got up and went to his bathroom. He washed his face once more, but he didn't bother to turn on any of the lights, so he could hardly see anything. All that lit his room was the small crack of moonlight coming in from the window in his bedroom, which was somewhat covered by a curtain. Jake used his hands and searched for a towel in the dark. He found his towel and wiped his face of the water. He stumbled back to his bed and shut his eyes. Jake didn't exactly fall asleep instantly because he feared he might have another dream of Dirk, but soon, his tiredness came over him and he soon faded into a peaceful sleep for the night.

Umm... Well, what'd ya think? Plz comment! I'd love to know if I should continue with this. I also want to know if anybody wants to add my character into the story. I mean, ya know. I don't want any hate for adding a random character that's not in homestuck in this fanfiction, but I kinda need him for the story line. Plz tell me what you think in the comments~.