Loves Forbidden Touch (A Supernatural Story)

Chapter 7

Sam and Alana hung out in the decrepit house. Alana had remembered this place far too well. It had been said that an elderly woman once lived on the grounds. The house used to have a barn, outhouse, a few small buildings and a large cooking pit. It was a working farm. The place had been built in the 1800s and was left to nature in 1970. There were many ghost stories surrounding the place, Alana on the other hand had discarded them.

She dreamt that one day she would buy the land and restore the beautiful house. But by then it would be so far gone, that she would have a better chance of tearing it down and replacing it with a newer home.

"Alana?" Sam said, interrupting her thoughts. "Are you alright?"

She shook her head, her mind was going insane, she knew it, the depth of blackness now caving in made her feel as if she was losing the battle to be alive.

"Do you think we'll ever see our home again?" she asked as she changed the subject.

He shrugged, his eyes gleaming in the near darkness. "I don't know, sometimes I like this world better."

She shuddered at his words, was he finally accepting his fate here?

"I'm so scared, sometimes I wish my mind would just blank out and I would forget that this ever happened."

Sam moved and she felt him at her back, he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her gently. "Don't say that." He whispered, "We'll be alright, we'll go home and everything will be fine."

She shook her head. "I can't." she said as a sharp voice interrupted them.

"Get your dirty hands off my daughter vampire!" the voice said as a woman of 40 entered the room.

Sam held onto Alana. "Stay away from us."

The woman held hatred in her eyes. She stepped deeper into the house. "Alana, come here." She demanded, but Alana didn't move.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked, finally finding her voice.

"I'm your mother."

"My mother's dead." She said unemotionally.

Mariah looked at her daughter in horror. "How can you say that Alana? I made this world to save you the heartache of growing up with your father. I made this world happier for you and this is the thanks I get?" she said irritably.

Alana shrugged and tugged on Sam's hand. "We want to go home."

Mariah shook her head and laughed, her eyes grew dark as she pulled a knife and flung it at Sam. Before he could move it hit him in the mouth, causing him to drop to his knees. He gasped for air and as Alana turned to him in horror did she realize the knife was silver and that it was burning him slowly. She went to remove it but the crazed woman grabbed her by the wrist and knocked her away. Alana landed on her knees, yelping as a surging pain went through her leg.

The woman pulled a second knife and plunged it into Sam's heart; he fell to the ground, dying. Alana cried out and tried to reach for him but the woman held her back and was in satisfaction as the vampire burst into flames.

"You will like this world Alana. You shall or I will kill you."

"I hate you!" she screamed, "I hope you die for this you wretched bitch!"

The woman laughed, "What a way to treat mommy dearest, don't you think?"

Alana got to her feet and threw a rock at the woman; she fell to her back and moaned in pain. Alana picked up a larger rock and stood over the woman, anger bursting from her eyes. She threw the rock down and crushed the woman's head, blood splattering on the rocks around them.

"I hate you!" she yelled, stomping her foot and pulling at her hair. She kept repeating that she hated the woman until darkness overcame her. She muttered one final word as she dived into the blackness, the word "death".