She ran desperately. Dark, deserted streets hid menace in every corner.
Her grandmother had warned her about the perils of the night: People died. People disappeared. Children were often never found.
Her heart pounded heavily in her chest, as she heard frightful footsteps following nearer and nearer.
"Oh Dear God", she prayed silently, running until she was unable to take one more step.
She was exhausted, feeling like a rat chased by a cat. Eyes wild, she stopped, looked all around, seeking any hole in the darkness, any
place to hide, seeking any sanctuary. Then, deep relief. She staggered forward towards a little miracle : one small light in a house had just
come on, the door was half opened. It was only a few feet to her left.
She weakly crossed the threshold, and the person behind the door closed it.
She collapsed on the nearest chair, looking gratefully to her savior, the thanks dying in her throat. She almost fainted when she saw his
big fangs gleaming under the dim light ...
The creature said : "Do not be afraid, little girl..."
***
post script :
This little story was written because I was watching Little Red Riding Hood on TV and because of a post on Inner Realms message board, posted by Vampire.Hunter
More on vampires...
October is the month of frightful things...
There is something curious about my grandfather. He was born in the times of the Austrian-Hungarian Empire, and he was an Austrian citizen.
His hometown was Hermanstadt, now known as Sibiu , in Romania.
Bram Stoker's "Dracula" begins in Hermanstadt ... It must be because of this fact that I have a tender spot in my heart for vampires.
I found a little gem written by Bram Stoker, not widely known, about a vampire's honor and respect to his guests.
I uploaded it to my blog (which has become a kind of "vade mecum"). The URL is :
http://bellatryx.blogs.ie Go to the "search" window at the top of the right side of the screen and type "Dracula". "Voilá", the story is there to be savored. Written by a master, enjoy!
