The Cursed Vampires~

The Cursed Vampires~

Chapter 1

Hey, my name is Louis Bennett, and I'm 17 years old, I was born in 1801 August 17th, Paris, France. I never really knew my birth parent's, I lived with my foster mother. When I was 4, I had been adopted by her. I had been the youngest in the orphanage, and being the youngest one there, I got a lot of attention from the staff who worked at the orphanage. And from what I was told, my birth parent's had died due to illness, they said they died from "tuberculosis". But I never really believed that was true. While I was growing up I had found out that there are people who believed that supernatural creatures didn't exist, there were very few people who did believe in them. Sometimes people would ask me if I believed in such creatures. When they asked, I usually said, "No, I don't believe in them", but at times, I may respond with a "Maybe".

My Adoptive mother, Laura, she works as a nurse for the military. She works late hours and sometimes doesn't come home until 2AM. "Louis! Laura called out," dinner's ready!" I came out of my room and walked down the hallway. I went downstairs into the living room and sat down at the table waiting for my mom. My mom walked in from the kitchen and set down a plate of pasta on the table in front of me, and then set her plate down. "Would you like anything to drink, dear?" Laura asked Louis. "No, thank you, Mom, I'm fine for now." She smiled at me and then sat down on the chair opposite. She sat herself down on the chair and we started eating. A few minutes go by as we continued to eat our dinner, and BAM! We heard a loud bang come from the door, someone had busted it open. The intruder started walking towards the dining room.

My Mom instructed me to go upstairs and climb into the attic and stay there no matter what. So I did, as I ran up the stairs I stopped and looked down at my mom, and heard her blood-curdling screams. Hearing my mother's fear caused me to run faster up into the attic. Once I got up, I pulled the ladder up and closed the entrance. After about three minutes, I couldn't hear any more screams or noises coming from downstairs, but I obeyed my mother's rules and stayed in the attic and didn't move. After more time passed, I started to grow more curious to return downstairs. As i opened the door to the attic, and put the ladder down, I started to climb down. Once I got down the stairs, I noticed broken glass on the floor. I also realized that my mother was now nowhere to be found. Furthermore, I realized that whoever had been in our house had taken my mom. I started to worry about my mom's safety. I grabbed a pocket knife from my Swiss army kit that my mother had gotten me for my birthday, and went out the door to go find my mother.

Minutes passed until I stumbled upon an alleyway with a small trail of blood. I wandered in further, and came upon my mother's lifeless body on the ground in a puddle of blood. i fell down onto both my knees, trying to hold back my tears, she had a big gash on her stomach, though i couldn't really tell as she was turned over. i paused for a moment before rolling her body over, and as i did i fell onto my butt and backed away.. i was mortified at the sight of my mother's dead body.. Her stomach was ripped fully open her organs missing along with her eyes, the top of her head had a large cut on it as well and as soon as i looked closer i realized that her brain was gone. i felt disgusted, i wanted to scream and cry my heart out.. not to mention her limbs were all shifted in to weird positions to the point you could see her bones sticking out in multiple different ways, her eyes sockets empty with no eyes inside the sockets and blood dripped down from her head and eye sockets.

|To be continued..|