Vampires Will Never Hurt You

Ch. 6 - Cemetery Drive

Frank's POV

During my walk the rain finally lets up. It's just barely sprinkling, but it's now very foggy. It's getting late, the sun has gone down. It's probably about 9:00 P.M. I really should be home, and I'll probably be in trouble if I don't go back soon. Whatever, I need this. My parents will have to deal with it.

I come across a wrought iron gate in my path. Looking past it I see a small patch of dead grass. Around it is more dead plantation. I look to the street signs for clues as to where I am.

'Cemetery Dr.'

Cemetery Drive? I've never heard of this street before. Maybe I've just never come across it.

This gate though, It's so familiar. I've never been in there, so I guess today's the day.

With struggle and slight hesitation I attempt to pry open the gate.

It's rusted shut, I need something to break it open.

I look around but to my avail I find nothing but branches and pieces of rubber from tires.

This place stinks of burnt rubber. They were probably street racing. Causing the tires to melt and fall apart.

I decide to use myself. I kick at the gate forcefully. After a few attempts it opens.

That was too easy, that shouldn't have worked. For real. Nothing like this is ever that simple.

I step into the eery fog-filled space and feel an immediate chill. There's an unusual draft in this.. garden?

The only living things here are the roses and myself. Even most of the roses are wilting or being mutilated by the wind.

I look about the place and walk further in. I hear the gate slam shut behind me.

It still opens, thankfully.

Upon further inspection I find large tombstones in the distance. Or, what I assume are tombstones. They're currently just black blurs in the fog.

Tall creepy statues surround the grey stone walkways.

I think I'll go a little farther.

I walk along the path, occasionally being scratched on the neck and face by dead branches.

The dark, luminous light, mixed with the shadows of the tree branches, and my shadow, make this place look like something from a horror film.

It's wonderful.

I like this feeling. This feeling of being unsafe.. Frightened.. An intense feeling of awaiting..

Waiting for something to happen.

I walk farther until a tall statue stands in my way. I look up at it and see it's threatening face.

It's supposed to portray a demon, I think.

Inhuman smile, pointy ears, long sharp nails. A black abyss where each eye should be. It's got teeth like a vampire I suppose.

It's something of a small child's nightmare. It hovers two feet over me, probably one foot over a person of normal height.

In what I assume is a cemetery, why would they put such a creepy statue? Usually you'd find angel statues, sometimes even a statue of a Greek god or goddess.. But a demonic figure?

Looking at the bottom of the statue I discover something etched into the stone. It looks as if someone used a knife to carve it. I have no idea what it means..

It says,

"bibetis sanguinem in animam viventem"

I assume that's some form of Latin. Which I don't speak.