The Vampire Next Door

Chapter four

 Chapter Four

Paige didn’t sleep a wink that night, every creak of a floorboard and the rustle of a tree outside had her on high alert. She lay in bed clutching her makeshift stake, she had made it from a chair leg, but it wasn’t like she would stand a chance against him, he’d already proved how strong he was, but she was damned if she would go down without a fight that wasn’t her. She was a fighter until the end, as gruesome as that end could be.

What she didn’t understand is how a vampire could go unnoticed for so long, if that’s what he even was, she had just guessed from the fangs, lightning speed and beauty of him that he was not of this world, but another more sinister one that she had somehow stumbled upon. She finally drifted off to sleep as the light broke through her window; she was at ease now knowing that if the stories about vampires were true he couldn’t strike during the day.

If she thought, her sleep was going to be peaceful she was in for a shock, as she had some of the most horrific and disturbing dreams, she had ever experienced. Death was everywhere, bloodshed and murder, she was merely a witness to a time that she had only read about, it must have been Victorian times if the clothes the people wore were anything to go by. She was in a house that resembled her own, it was her house she realised, just in another time, everything was laid out the same only there was no electricity, and the gas lamps that adorned the walls of the house gave an eerie glow against the cold stonewalls.

She walked down the grand staircase, and saw a woman and a man having what looked like was an intense argument. They couldn’t see her as she stood next to them trying to listen to what their argument was about. It was as the man turned around that she froze, it was him, the man from next door. He looked just as young and beautiful as he had been when she saw him last night in her house, the woman looked terrified as he bared his fangs at her and sank his teeth into her neck. He showed no compassion as she screamed and writhed around in his arms, it only seemed to make him become more vicious as she struggled against the iron grip he had on her body. He bit down savagely into her neck, tearing through her skin with such ease, and as the blood soaked into the white corset she wore, it sickened Paige.

He reared his head back, his beautiful blue eyes, glowing red through the blood he had consumed, and he looked every bit the monster he was. He dropped the woman to the floor with such callousness, and stepped over her wiping her blood from his mouth. Paige watched as he knelt down next to her, and put a finger under her chin angling her face up to his, her eyes were dull and she was struggling for breath.

“Beg for mercy,” he demanded with a cruel smile.

“Never!” she choked, blood spilling from her neck and mouth, soaking into the floorboards beneath her.

With that, he smirked and with one rough twist, he snapped her neck ending her life. What a horrible way to die, alone and at the hands of such an evil being. He slid a ring from her finger, a beautiful gold band with one small diamond in the centre. It was as though Paige could see into his mind, it was a token of his kill, he took something from his victims, as though to remind himself of how much power he held, a reminder of how weak and pathetic the humans he killed were.

Paige woke from the dream with a gasp; she wondered whether it was a warning from the woman whose house this once was, a warning to get out while she still could. She had been lucky that he hadn’t killed her while he had the chance. That was another thing she couldn’t understand, the way he drank from that woman so hungrily, and yet when he had bit her it seemed like he was disgusted by the taste of her blood.