Post by darkness0within on Sept 24, 2018 13:40:30 GMT -6
Moments.
“So Anthony... What have you been doing with yourself all these years?”
Charles looked out of the window and watched the sunset from his leather high backed armchair as Anthony stared deeply into the roaring fire, he spoke without turning to face his old friend, “oh... Just this and that really, nothing of much importance,” he continued to watch the fire.
“Well that’s not much of an answer Anthony,” he saw a book on the fireside table, “are you still writing?” His friend turned to look at him for the first time, “yes... Yes I’m still writing” he said as if it was a struggle to even talk.
There was a pause, after a while Anthony looked into Charles’s eyes, “You heard about my wife I expect” he said out of the blue. “Yes I did, a nasty business to be sure, I was so sorry to hear that she had died.” As Charles took out his tobacco pouch and pipe his friend looked back into the fire, “She didn’t die Charles,” he spoke the words with conviction.
With just the fire illuminating the room Charles looked at the portrait of his friends dead wife, he felt quite sad for his friend, grief can do many things to people he thought to himself.
“But she was murdered five years ago, it was in all the papers at the time,” “well the papers got it wrong!” Anthony seemed to be getting agitated as the very last glimmer of light faded outside. He reached over to turn a side lamp on.
Charles thought it better to change the subject, “so what have you been writing recently?” But his friend carried on, “the fools thought she wouldn’t recover, but she did!” His wide eyed stare made him look unhinged.
Anthony Looked into Charles’s face, “you don’t believe me do you!” “Well... No Anthony, I’m sorry my friend, I think you need to get away from here for a while,” he paused for a moment before carrying on. “Come back with me Anthony, have a break, I think you’ll enjoy a few weeks at my seaside retreat.”
His friend stared at him in disbelief, “Oh no. I couldn’t do that! I couldn’t leave Christine behind,” he looked out of the window into the dark, “anyway she’ll be here very soon... Ah! she’s here!” He rushed to the front door and opened it wide.
“Hello darling! Come in and meet an old friend of mine” he said smiling as he stood aside to let his wife enter. Charles turned towards the front door as Christine walked through.
She was as pale as death but very beautiful, just like the portrait hanging over the fireplace, her eyes met his as she turned, they seemed to stare into him, into his very soul, there was a hunger in her eyes. “Hello Charles” she said. Charles was dumbstruck, it really was Christine.
“I’ll just go down the cellar and get a bottle of wine” Anthony said, then left the room.
He had only gone for a few seconds before Christine moved towards him, the look in her eyes intensified, “everyone thought you had died” Charles said as she came closer still, “I did” she said softly.
With a strength that amazed him she dragged him up out of the chair, he struggled vainly as Christine held him firmly in her stone cold hands, then she smiled, he saw the fangs and screamed, she just laughed, “Anthony can’t hear you Charles.”
she moved one hand to his head and grabbed his hair pulling his head to one side to expose his neck, then she bit deep into the flesh. He felt his life ebb away as Christine drained him of his blood. He clawed her back for a while until death finally came.
Some while later Anthony appeared with a bottle and three glasses, he looked at where Charles had sat, “where’s Charles darling?” she smiled sweetly at him “He left Anthony dear, said he had to get back.”
“Oh well,” he poured a glass of wine, “drink darling?” he said, she put out her arm “Yes thank you.”
Later on as they sat together Anthony turned to Christine, “You know I’m so lucky to have you here with me, it’s just a shame that you can only be here in the nights,” she became serious for a moment, “you know I can never be here in the days.”
Before he could say something Christine put a cold finger to his lips, “Shhh... Don’t say anymore, just enjoy the moment.”
Well fed now she felt herself once more, until the hunger came again.
Darkness.
“So Anthony... What have you been doing with yourself all these years?”
Charles looked out of the window and watched the sunset from his leather high backed armchair as Anthony stared deeply into the roaring fire, he spoke without turning to face his old friend, “oh... Just this and that really, nothing of much importance,” he continued to watch the fire.
“Well that’s not much of an answer Anthony,” he saw a book on the fireside table, “are you still writing?” His friend turned to look at him for the first time, “yes... Yes I’m still writing” he said as if it was a struggle to even talk.
There was a pause, after a while Anthony looked into Charles’s eyes, “You heard about my wife I expect” he said out of the blue. “Yes I did, a nasty business to be sure, I was so sorry to hear that she had died.” As Charles took out his tobacco pouch and pipe his friend looked back into the fire, “She didn’t die Charles,” he spoke the words with conviction.
With just the fire illuminating the room Charles looked at the portrait of his friends dead wife, he felt quite sad for his friend, grief can do many things to people he thought to himself.
“But she was murdered five years ago, it was in all the papers at the time,” “well the papers got it wrong!” Anthony seemed to be getting agitated as the very last glimmer of light faded outside. He reached over to turn a side lamp on.
Charles thought it better to change the subject, “so what have you been writing recently?” But his friend carried on, “the fools thought she wouldn’t recover, but she did!” His wide eyed stare made him look unhinged.
Anthony Looked into Charles’s face, “you don’t believe me do you!” “Well... No Anthony, I’m sorry my friend, I think you need to get away from here for a while,” he paused for a moment before carrying on. “Come back with me Anthony, have a break, I think you’ll enjoy a few weeks at my seaside retreat.”
His friend stared at him in disbelief, “Oh no. I couldn’t do that! I couldn’t leave Christine behind,” he looked out of the window into the dark, “anyway she’ll be here very soon... Ah! she’s here!” He rushed to the front door and opened it wide.
“Hello darling! Come in and meet an old friend of mine” he said smiling as he stood aside to let his wife enter. Charles turned towards the front door as Christine walked through.
She was as pale as death but very beautiful, just like the portrait hanging over the fireplace, her eyes met his as she turned, they seemed to stare into him, into his very soul, there was a hunger in her eyes. “Hello Charles” she said. Charles was dumbstruck, it really was Christine.
“I’ll just go down the cellar and get a bottle of wine” Anthony said, then left the room.
He had only gone for a few seconds before Christine moved towards him, the look in her eyes intensified, “everyone thought you had died” Charles said as she came closer still, “I did” she said softly.
With a strength that amazed him she dragged him up out of the chair, he struggled vainly as Christine held him firmly in her stone cold hands, then she smiled, he saw the fangs and screamed, she just laughed, “Anthony can’t hear you Charles.”
she moved one hand to his head and grabbed his hair pulling his head to one side to expose his neck, then she bit deep into the flesh. He felt his life ebb away as Christine drained him of his blood. He clawed her back for a while until death finally came.
Some while later Anthony appeared with a bottle and three glasses, he looked at where Charles had sat, “where’s Charles darling?” she smiled sweetly at him “He left Anthony dear, said he had to get back.”
“Oh well,” he poured a glass of wine, “drink darling?” he said, she put out her arm “Yes thank you.”
Later on as they sat together Anthony turned to Christine, “You know I’m so lucky to have you here with me, it’s just a shame that you can only be here in the nights,” she became serious for a moment, “you know I can never be here in the days.”
Before he could say something Christine put a cold finger to his lips, “Shhh... Don’t say anymore, just enjoy the moment.”
Well fed now she felt herself once more, until the hunger came again.
Darkness.
