Stabby

Written: Late 2010

Stabby

    He was a suave, awesome, and most of all handsome bastard. They were very attractive things, in Erin’s eyes, and were why she’d dragged him home. She usually couldn’t attract a man half as appealing as this one, and was hoping that an evening with him would help her bounce back from her recent breakup.
    Erin unlocked the door, and stepped inside. “It’s a bit of a mess in here,” she said, wandering through the entrance. She walked through her living room, stopping by the mantelpiece. “Through here!” she called out.
    Her guest stepped through behind her, making his way slowly. “Nice place you’ve got,” he said. As he drew close, Erin began to continue through to her kitchen. As she turned took a glance at in the mirror above her mantelpiece.
    What she saw shocked her. In the mirror, her guest looked… Different. Not completely different – his skin was gray and corpse like, although his lips were a deep red and his eyes a brighter red.
    Erin stopped turning, her eyes widening. She stumbled backwards into a set of drawers, staring at her guest. He was flickering between normal looking and strange looking – Erin’s mind struggled to understand what was going on.
    “What’s wrong?” her guest asked her, noticing the mirror. The flickering ceased, her guest now looking like a corpse. “I’ve always been bad with mirrors,” he said with a grin.
    Erin’s hands fumbled with the top draw behind her, as she stared fearfully at her guest. “What- What are you?” she asked, panicking.
    He grinned broadly, showing bright white teeth – and canines twice as long as normal. “Take a guess,” he said, menace in his voice.
    “Vamp – vampire?” stammered Erin, her hand rifling through the draw.
    As Erin’s hand grasped what she was looking for, her guest replied, “Yes. It’s fairly obvious, isn’t it? But I could have been anyone of a number of things you’ve never even heard of.” He chuckled.
    Erin pulled two of her knives from the drawer, tossing one to her left hand. She took a few steps backwards, and held them ready to fight. Her guest looked surprised, and said, “Now I have to ask you, why on earth do you have two modern fighting knives sitting around in a drawer?”
    “I collect knives,” Erin said, “And like to learn how to use them. Now get out of here before I stab you, vampire or not.”
    “You don’t honestly think you can stop me with a knife, do you?” he replied, stepping towards her. Erin feinted with her left hand, and slashed him across the face with her right when he started to block. He was incredibly fast, but Erin still managed to slash into his right cheek.
    “Bitch!” he yelled, hand on his cheek. “I’m going to fucking enjoy this.”
    He lunged at Erin, but she managed to step back in time, slicing him lightly on the forehead. As he stumbled, she stepped behind him and stabbed her right knife into his kidney; but before she could pull it out he had spun onto the ground.
    Both his feet slammed into Erin, sending her throwing her into the side of her couch. Erin yelped in pain, winded and hurt. As Erin pulled herself up the couch to her feet, the vampire stood and pulled the dagger from his back. “You’ve got the moves, I’ll give you that,” he said. “But you can’t kill me with that.”
    Erin stepped backwards, moving around the couch to the centre of the room. “Doesn’t mean I can’t cut you enough to stop you moving,” she said, picking up a knife from a display in the centre of her glass coffee table.

Her guest tossed the dagger aside, and said, “You know, you should really think about resisting. I’m going to give you immortality. There are people who would kill for that.”

As he took a step forward, Erin noticed that he was... Almost stumbling slightly, on the leg she’d stabbed above. A realisation hit her, and she said, “I can kill you. And you’re scared of me enough to pretend not to be angry, which also means you’ll either just kill me or you can control me when you turn me.”

A look of rage crossed her guest’s face. “Correct. And you are going to be very, very useful to me,” he said, venomously. He ran at her, jumping over the couch at her. As he was doing so, Erin slid to the other side of the coffee table – and upended it at him.

He slammed into the glass, shattering it and dragging the table back to the ground. Erin took a step back as the vampire fell to the ground, slashed and stabbed all over by the glass. She dropped to her knees beside the table, and as the vampire struggled to grasp the table edge she jammed her knife into his spine.

He dropped to the ground, and she felt his neck for a pulse, before realising that he probably never had one. She chuckled nervously, and sat down in one of her recliners, keeping her eyes on the vampire.

Alright, so he’s probably dead, but it might just be that I can disable and destroy him. How do you kill a vampire? Erin thought to herself. She looked at her watch. Behead him, and get toss him into the sunlight at dawn.

Seven hours later Erin, weary, tired and still fearful, sat watching the sun creep over her fence, illuminating her porch slowly. Erin stood over the vampire’s body, the head resting beside it. He hadn’t moved once, but that hadn’t really helped. Erin had no idea what ‘vampire’ meant in the real world, and she really didn’t want to die.

As the sun touched the body it began to char, burning with soft heat into ash before her eyes. Within minutes, nothing remained but some warm clothing, filled with ash. The blood she was still covered in burnt too, leaving her with splashes of ash all over. Erin stumbled down into her deck chair, breathing deeply, grateful that it was all over.

But as you may know, in the city of Midwel, that day was only the beginning.