The Vampire in Roxbury

Chapter One/Excerpt

"And all I loved, I loved alone."~ Edgar Allen Poe

Copyright 2018 Paige Love- Rose

This is the most wild yet most phenomenal tale that I am about to tell you. There is no evidence that this story is true. Nor, is the fate of poor young Victor O'rielly. To me, Victor's story is a mix of horror and tragedy.
Therefore it is my duty to present this to the world. Victor, like any other young adult, lived with his parents. He was only twenty years old. His birthday was two months away. Because he was a college student, his parents were very proud of him.
His parents had married early and moved to the states from Ireland. For whatever reason, his parents dreamed of having American children. Victor and his little sister were born in America. His mother was a beautiful kind green eyed woman. She taught her children to love people for who they were, regardless of where they were from.
"Always remember that there was a time in Boston, where signs would say Irishmen and colored folk do not apply." She told Regina and Victor that on a family trip to little Italy.
They often did family outings in the city. His mother's mindfulness humbled him and it was something he took with him for the rest of his life. Victor also had all of her features. He had her red hair too. Their father was tall, with dark brown hair and pale skin. Regina had taken after their father. They were both great kids, they were never in trouble. This is the main reason why they did not deserve what happened to them.
It was a dark and gloomy night in the Southend. No one sat on the stoops of their brownstones. There weren't any sirens amongst the street. The atmosphere was very thin. The only thing you could hear was the wind softly gliding across windows.
Regina laid fast asleep in her bedroom downstairs. They had turned their living room into a bedroom. The oriental room separators welcomed the privacy of a little girl. The inside of their brownstone was pitch black. Victor laid in his bed on his back and stared at the ceiling. His room was lit by the moon's natural light. He was lost in silence, until he realized that night was different.
He usually heard his father tossing and turning and snoring. Victor didn't hear a damn thing. His twenty year old mind wondered if something was wrong. Because of his curiosity, he got out of bed. During his walk towards their bedroom, he heard a noise that was quite weird. The noise resembled the sound of a pit bull or Rottweiler chewing and tearing through thick meat.
When he heard the sound of cracking bones, he slowed down his steps. Victor quietly but quickly rushed downstairs to the kitchen. This is where his father had hidden a gun in the cabinet over the sink. His father didn't know he knew about that deadly instrument. The twenty year old thought that if there was more than one dog, the gun would help.
"Why would there be dogs in their room and where did they come from?" Those are the questions he asked himself.
On his way up the stairs, he practiced holding the gun and aiming it. The knob on the door was twisted sideways. At their place, that meant the door was locked. With all his strength and nervousness, he kicked the door open and pointed the gun straight into the air.
There it was. It wasn't an angry dog. Nor, was it any type of animal. It had long milk chocolate colored legs and a slim body. It Also had long dark brown straight hair. It hovered over their bodies in a long navy blue dress. Their sheets were soaked in blood. His parent's necks were split open and their stomachs were sliced and thrown across the other side of the room. It looked like a massacre.
Victor's shoulders were heavy and his body had gotten weak. It was time for him to be a man.
So, he shot the first bullet at the ceiling. "Get the fuck off my parents."
It turned towards him and stared at Victor's face. Whatever he thought it was, didn't make any sense. It was a woman but it wasn't a woman. The eyes were all black, with no trace of white. Her skin was brown but had a sickening green hue. Blood covered her mouth and cheeks. She moved and Victor took a step back.
"Come near me and I'll blow your fucking brains out." He held the gun tighter and finally pointed it at her.
She laughed out loud. Out of anger, he shot her in her chest. She laughed louder and threw her hands in the air historically. The bullet didn't hurt or kill her. The woman bleed for only ten seconds after she gently pulled the bullet out of the hole in her right boob. The hole healed and disappeared, leaving only a small hole in her dress.
The gun was of no use to victor. He knew it wouldn't be able to save himself and Rachel. The strange woman wiped her face and gracefully walked over to Victor. His body shivered to the sound of her heels on the wooden floor.
"I'll let you live." She said, wiping the residue of blood from her hands on Victor's face. He heard the front door being bashed in from down stairs. His head turned away from the situation and the strange woman.
He heard Regina scream on the top of her lungs. Before he even began to think about rushing to her rescue, he turned around. The Strange woman was gone. The twenty year old instantly panicked. The sight of the body of his parents made him vomit. He vomited on his clothes and the floor.
"It's okay, I got you son, come on get up." A police officer grabbed his torso from behind and helped him keep his balance. They shut the room down and made it a crime scene.
Because Victor was present during the murder, he became a suspect. They integrated him. There was only evidence of the gun with Victor's fingerprints on it. Yet, there weren't any bullets within the left over corpses. Regina was held by the state and passed around to family to family. The nine year old, sent Victor letters and called him once in a awhile. Victor stayed in the brownstone and took care of it. He locked up the room with bad memories and never opened the door. He graduated with a degree in criminal justice from UMASS Boston.
He was never fond of Fairytales and didn't believe in folktales. It was also something that puzzled him. This is tragic. I know you probably have a lot of questions and you feel sorry for Victor. Although the O'riely family had a tragic loss, there is so much more to the story. So, sit back and flip through the pages and learn more about Victor and the tale of the strange woman. Welcome to the Vampire in Roxbury. Let's move forward to twenty years later.
Kenneth Jenkins' lighter no longer worked. He raised it up to the Newport in his mouth and flicked it for the last time. He always had moments like this. Things never seemed to go his way. Out of frustration, he threw it on the ground.
It's a shame that he littered but something had gotten the best of him. He was the partner of someone who had a troubled past. Working with him caused more stress than anything else in his life. Kenneth didn't have any children and he wasn't married.
He only had a girlfriend that would visit him once in awhile. People would think it was easy for him but that was absolutely not true. The two past weeks were stressful for him. The inspector was assigned to look after the drug circuit within the city. It seemed as if the harder they worked, the less good things happened. There was someone out there pushing drugs throughout Boston neighborhoods and no one knew who it was.
This drug Lord was soon to rule the whole city and the commonwealth. They had no clue where this person was or where the drugs were coming from. Children were brutally effected by cocaine and heroine. There were pre teens selling dope on blue hill avenue. The weird part about it, was that they only came out to push products at night. Kenneth and the inspector brought a couple of teenagers to the station at night to get answers. They couldn't get anything out of them.
Kenneth took four deep breaths before entering the station in Dudley square. It was a Monday and the office smelled like freshly burned coffee beans. The truth was that no one wanted to be there. This was true from the inspectors perspective.
Victor's head laid on a pile of folders, he looked over an hour ago. Kenneth slammed his hand on the end of the desk to wake him up. "Come on, man." Victor sat up and wiped his eyes. He sat in silence for about ten seconds. Kenneth examined the redness of his face and the puffiness in his eyes.
"You drunk again this morning, motherfucker?"
When the holidays arrived Victor would get depressed. It was that time of the year again. Although he had lost his parents twenty years ago, he still felt empty inside. It was September but his mother loved every holiday. He would imagine her hanging up fall decor.
Victor usually had memories that played out like movies in his mind. Whenever he had an assignment, he would always envision what happened before the crime scene. Victor was such a talented inspector and his visions helped him go a long way.
Kenneth would call Victor's visions "The big screen". The one thing that Victor couldn't see was his wife leaving him. Alana decided that she had enough of him. She was sick and tired of him drinking and being stuck in the past. They would argue every night. They argued over the fact that his parent were killed, not eaten.
"A monster? You really think a monster ate your parents?" She would make him look crazy. That's what most people assumed he was. He married Alana because he thought it would fill the void. Victor still felt like there was something missing.
"That bitch left me." Victor's raspy voice started to crack. He spent six months alone in the brownstone. Kenneth didn't think it was a good idea to leave him alone on the holidays. So, he moved him in with him in the apartment above his uncles laundromat.
"That bitch left me!" Victor repeated. This time it was a cry for help. Kenneth thought about a million encouraging things to say to victor, but the truth was that he was happy that Alana left him.
Victor had did so many wrong things to her. Alana financially supported Victor in college. She was so in love him. She caught him at the most vulnerable place in his life. She thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Alana moved into the brownstone with him and they a bought car together. When Victor graduated from college, he started to change. He turned into an angry and misguided individual. The most terrible thing Victor did to her was cheat on her with Tiara. Tiara was the twenty two year old receptionist at the station. Alana knew way before anyone could tell her anything. Because Kenneth was a good friend, he minded his business.
The way that Victor spoke to Alana , out of anger, was so disrespectful. Victor barely paid his five year old daughter any attention. She cried for him, and he didn't know how to respond. Kenneth felt bad for his friend but was happy for Alana.
"How about this, Let's go home." Victor rolled his eyes. He was in disbelief. How could Kenneth believe he wasn't in the right mind to work, he thought. As soon as he saw the drool from his nap on all the folders, he decided to take Kenneth's lead.
Before entering the laundromat, they grabbed McDonald's. Or, what Victor liked to call Mickie D's. Kenneth's uncle loved his small laundromat business. It was passed down to him from his great grandfather. His great grandfather was Jewish. During his grandfather's time, the franklin park area in Dorchester was occupied by successfully Jews. His family later mixed with other cultures in the Boston area. Kenneth's grandfather was a Jew, who married a black woman who had a hair salon in her home.
Their daughter married a black man and gave birth to Kenneth. Kenneth's blood line held the last name Appleman.
"Hey yuh, Mr. Appleman." Victor waved at Kenneth's uncle and took a seat in the nearest chair.
"Orielly." Kenneth's uncle James chuckled to the thought of him living there longer than they anticipated. He was getting on James Appleman's nerves. He thought that Victor was too weak to be a police officer. He never heard someone cry that much in his life. He gave Kenneth a blank stare of disappointment. He didn't want that man in his house.
"I told you not to bring that nutcase here!" He whispered to Kenneth. He waved his hand across each other to signal uncle James to stop.
A little boy with cornrows road his bike into the laundromat. It was Stinky. Stinky was Uncle James' favorite customer. Because it is as Monday, Uncle James sent Stinky to play his numbers. Stinky was a bucket headed ten year old kid that was very popular in the neighborhood. Everyone loved him because he was never in trouble. He would ride his bike from neighborhood to neighborhood. This little ten year old boy was always happy.
His parents were from Cape Verde and they owned a family friendly restaurant.
"Aye man, somebody told me you were crying last night." Stinky laughed at Victor.
"Ain't none of your business kid!" Victor was embarrassed. He knew Uncle James had told him about the nightmare he had last night. Uncle James also told Stinky that he thought a crazy demon had eaten his parents. This was the most funniest thing in the world to Stinky. He thought that it was hilarious to see an adult believe in old folk tales.
"You know my grandfather used to tell us about this weird girl, Edith. She was in the back of the shop boiling blood and drinking it. My grandfather thought it was weird, so he kicked her out of the building. Her diary is upstairs in the apartment in the safe. He said she was talking all types of crazy in it. He kept the dairy out of amusement. Nobody knows what happened to her." Uncle James and his humor made Victor curious.
"Do you mind if I read the Diary?" Victor stood up, with all seriousness. He wanted to see if the young woman he was talking about could be in relation to the woman who had killed his parents.
"Yeah, Kenny will give you the code to the safe." Uncle James nodded at Kenneth, then rolled his eyes. He didn't have a care in the world for what Victor was trying to get himself into.
Victor laid in the queen size bed with his legs crossed and his hands folded behind his head. The bedroom was medium sized and only contained a small dresser and desk. A laptop sat on the desk, flashing a blue light. The sky started to lose its brightness and the small window no longer showed evidence of the sun.
"Hey! I don't know why you want to mess with this thing." Kenneth dropped the diary on Victor's stomach. The smell of friend chicken, white rice and steamed vegetables filled the whole apartment. His stomach growled. It had been a rough and emotional day for Victor, so Kenneth decided to make dinner. Even though they had fast food, any type of food always made Victor stop talking.
It was true. After he had eaten he felt at ease. He grabbed the diary from the bed. You could tell it was extremely old. The pages were all full of ink but they barely stayed attached to the diary. The only thing that helped the pages stay together was a piece of brown leather that wrapped around the cardboard cover.
He unraveled it and examined the texture of the paper. As soon as Victor read the first two sentences, he got lost in another world. His vision took him into another dimension.

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