Always Out There: A Short Story
“Katherine,” my mum
shouted from the kitchen. “Where’s the paper?”
“I’m looking at it now!” I spread an article from the Telegraph out onto the living room
floor. It looked really interesting and seemed to be rather important – it took
two full pages. As mum came back into the room, I started to read aloud: “Experts on the Supernatural Surge are at a
loss to explain why the recent Paranormal Census has recorded such an increase
in the Vampire population. Since their discovery in 2010, there have been
numerous laws put in place to ensure that the otherworldly beings, for the
safety of humans, make themselves known by way of private listings. However,
the sudden rush of Vampiric activity has left experts feelings extremely
confused. Indeed, so befuddled are they by the recent results, experts
themselves have been heard to say that ‘Vampires will be found around every
corner.’”
“That’s nonsense!” Mother exclaimed over her tea cup.
I privately agreed. Mum may not be up-to-date with
the whole ‘Vampires are among us’ news but she had a valid point. If there were
paranormal creatures around every corner, why had I never seen one? They couldn’t
be that hard to spot?
I looked up at the clock from my comfortable position
on the floor. It was five o’clock. “Mum, I’m going to see Alex… See what he
thinks.”
“It’s getting dark…”
“Mum, I’m seventeen and this is Durrington. Nothing exciting ever happens here.” I stood up, put on
my shoes and checked my handbag before continuing, “Besides, Alex lives five
minutes down the road. I’ll be fine.” And I was off.
The roads were quiet, even though people were getting
home from work. There were hardly any cars in Durrington, although it was only
a short drive from the bigger cities; most people hated to drive and used
public transport instead.
As I walked towards Alex’s house, I gazed around at
all the familiar sights. Mildred, my Mum’s oldest friend, was just leaving her
house, heading to her shift at the local twenty-four hour garage around the
corner; cats were chasing bugs and butterflies into hedges and older teens were
hanging around street corners in a sad attempt to look cool.
I laughed to myself. Thanks to Alex, I missed that
embarrassing stage. We’d been friends for years, since we were tiny, but with
him being older, he usually led the way. It was odd. In many ways, Alex and I
were complete opposites. He was six-foot with short black hair that gleamed
beautifully like a raven’s wing, and I was five-foot four with annoying curly
blonde hair which went frizzy at the mere mention of damp weather. Alex,
despite my trying not to notice, was also drop dead gorgeous and I… wasn’t. I
sighed in momentary disgust and kicked at a pebble to release my frustration.
When I next raised my head, I found myself stood in
front of Alex’s front gate. His house, unlike my hovel, was also perfect.
Though it looked like every other semi-detached in this small town, it had an
old-world elegance about it. With Elain, Alex’s mother, always pottering in the
garden, the front of the house never failed to remind me of a quaint English
cottage, complete with smoking chimney and freshly painted window boxes. The
front door was just as pristine.
But that was where the only unusual thing about the
house was. Where everyone else would place a horse shoe or a butterfly or even
a chicken, the Hodsons had chosen a pentagram for their number plaque.
Shaking
my head, I opened the gate and walked to the front door.
I
knocked but no one answered. For a minute, I thought about leaving but raised
voices drew my curiosity and when I realised that the door was open, I let
myself in and sneaked into the kitchen where an argument was raging.
As I
entered the kitchen, I was immediately taken aback by Henry, Alex’s father. He
was a scary looking man; he was taller than Alex and held himself differently,
tougher. I swallowed, took a deep breath and met his gaze. He looked livid.
His
eyes narrowed and I stepped back until my back hit the kitchen side. My handbag
landed with a loud thud and I watched helplessly as everything tumbled out of
it. He spared the handbag a brief look
of disdain and focused his attention on his son.
“She
can’t be here,” he shouted sternly.
Alex
stepped in front of me protectively. “Dad, Katie would never say anything. I
trust her.”
“I
don’t care,” he spat. “She’s here too much; she knows too much! She must be
silenced.” Henry took a threatening step forward and before I knew what was
happening, I was thrust into the hallway and was forced to watch my best friend
and his father fight each other.
What
was going on? I was clearly missing something. With a growing dread, I watched.
There was nothing human about it. My best friend was vampire! His entire family
were vampires. It was impossible but it was true. How could I deny the evidence
that was right in front of me? The
shocking, terrifying proof…
Watching
them made me feel sick. It was too fast and extremely brutal. I didn’t want to
look but it felt like I had no choice; what if they killed each other?
Alex
bared his fangs and hissed, defending himself as his father tried to force him
to the floor. He blocked a fist but was too slow to block the next one and with
a thud, Alex was pushed into the hallway, stumbling by my feet. I tried to
steady him but I wasn’t strong enough. What could I do?
I
moved out the way, wanting to cower in the corner, as Henry strode up to him to
grip him by the throat. Alex jabbed outwards at his father with claw like hands
and caught him; I saw blood pool on Henry’s shirt and screamed. At least Alex
wasn’t the only one being hurt, I thought.
What
was I thinking?! He was a vampire! Alex would probably just heal instantly
after he was cut.
But as
the fight continued, I started to grow more apprehensive; though Alex was
clearly super strong, Henry was clearly stronger. And the wounds weren’t
healing: Alex was going to lose.
Henry
was still holding Alex by the throat. I had to do something. What could I do?
I
didn’t think; I just acted. I ran up to Henry and did the first thing that came
to mind; even if it was a bit girly. I reached for his thick black hair and
pulled as hard as I could.
It
worked. He yelled in surprise and released his grip on Alex, who went crashing
to the floor, banging his head against the wall. Henry quickly regained his
composure and turned to me, his face as menacing as ever. He lifted his hand
but stopped when he heard his son’s voice, “Don’t you dare!” The strong voice
made him stop but he didn’t look happy. Henry stepped closer and Alex shouted,
“Dad!”
Henry
snorted and turned, giving me a chance to check on Alex. He was bleeding on the
floor, leaning against the wall for support; his breathing ragged and uneven.
His face was swollen and there was a large gash across his temple. He could
have a concussion, I thought. But do vampires even get them?
Suddenly
furious, I looked at his father and shouted. “What do you think you’re doing?
You don’t beat your own son, no matter how enraged you get.” It occurred to me
that he might just rip my throat out. After all, I was probably their
equivalent to a prime rib-eye, but I said it anyway.
“You
have no right to be here human, leave us.” His voice was hypnotic, deep and
sensuous. A buzzing started in my mind. Was he trying to control me? Anger
rose. How dare he?
“Beating
your son makes you even more unworthy in life than a human! You’re nothing more
than an animal. A brute from the caves. A Neanderthal. But then again, you have
to be a man for that and even if you were human, you would still fail on that
count,” I said, my head held high. I turned my full attention to Alex; his face
was covered in blood. Racing back into the kitchen I grabbed my handbag,
searching for some tissue before running back into the hallway. I needed to
wipe the blood from his face.
Kneeling
down beside him, I examined his wounds with shaking hands. “What on Earth…?”
“I’m a
vampire, Katie,” Alex said with a flat voice.
My
hands trembled even more but I ignored them, “We need to get you onto a chair
or something.” I motioned to Henry and he reluctantly came to my assistance.
It was unnerving, being in a room full of
vampires. I knew that I had been alone with them before but fear is a weird
thing. Rationally, I knew I was safe. Neither of them had ever attacked me but
I just couldn’t help it. Every time one of them looked at me, my heart seemed
to stop. My skin went cold and clammy
and my veins, which I could usually see, had hidden themselves away.
Self-preservation?
“We
would never hurt you, Katherine.” Alex looked offended by my reaction to him. I
pretended it was because he was in pain. As we manoeuvred him onto a
high-backed chair in their living room, I sat back on the sofa and curled my
arms around myself as tightly as possible.
“How
did I not know you were vampires?” I blurted the question. “All the reports
said that vampires were really easy to spot. And don’t call me Katherine!” I
hated it when Alex called me that.
“What
mortals know about vampires,” began
Henry, “couldn’t fill the back of a postage stamp. You are all too full of
mythologies and fictional tales to see the truth.”
“Well
inform me then,” I replied simply.
“Those
experts are stupid, Katie,” Alex began. “They don’t really know anything. Do
you remember that pamphlet everyone received a few months ago? ‘How to
Recognise a Supernatural?’ There were things like…” He affected a pompous
voice, “Watch for particularly pale persons, be mindful of those who enjoy rare
red meats, Vampires do not have a reflection; be sure to test all your
neighbours with a mirror.” He shook his head at me and smiled, “They’re all a
load of rubbish.”
Henry
took over when Alex broke into a coughing fit. “Vampires, Katherine, are
masters of deception. We can hide more effectively than any mortal ever could.
There are few ways to tell us apart from humans and once you know them, they
are rather obvious.”
I
waited with bated breath. Was he going to tell me, or leave me in suspense?
“When
we are in heightened emotional states, our eyes take on an almost metallic
sheen. This is the predator in us. We have better eyesight than humans; the
metallic sheen to our pupils indicates our ability to see into the shadows.”
That was kind of useful, I thought. I stared at the floor. Was I going into
shock?
He
continued, “The other two are less obvious. Our reflections - as you can
attest, we do have them – are blurred. We have never known the reason for this,
perhaps we never shall. But is a way of identifying our kind, a way of recognising
each other. The last is by our movements.”
I
lifted my head, remembering their fight. “You made no noise!”
Alex
took a deep, calming breath and said, “Exactly.”
“That
article in the paper today,” Alex continued. “Where is it Dad? Over there!”
Henry passed it over to him and Alex picked out a paragraph: “When the first
Vampires were discovered, demonology and military experts did all they could to
find their origin, but to no avail. They can however confirm that the
Paranormal creatures are a result of an, as yet, unidentifiable and incurable
disease. Dr Michael Jameson, Director of the C.D.C had this to say, ‘These
people are simply innocent men, women and children that have been infected with
a rare and mutating pathogen. We know that it is not an airborne contagion, so
the public have nothing to worry about.’” He looked at me, astonished. “And
people believe this!”
I
nodded and remained silent. I had nothing to say. That worried me – I always
had something to say. Alex looked
worried too; he put the paper down and leaned his head against the back of the
chair, rubbed an uninjured hand over his face and let the air race from his
lungs.
“I
don’t have anything to say, Alex.” His lips twitched and a laugh escaped. How
dare he? Of all the insensitive things to do after what I’d just experienced? I
was furious.
“Alex Hodson.” He had the grace to wince at my
angry tone. “How dare you laugh at me? Did it ever occur to you that this
bombshell…” I puffed and panted, jumping off the sofa to point violently down
at him. I saw Henry smile out of the corner of my eye and glared at him before
continuing, “That this very large bombshell would be disconcerting, even
frightening for me?” My voice broke and a tear fell.
“Damn,”
he muttered. “Come here,” he whispered. “Come on, Katie.” I sniffled and leaned
down into his arms; he kissed my hair and continued, “I’m sorry.”
Henry
spoke from his seat, “Your wounds need cleaning son. “ Alex nodded in reply.
While
his father raced into the kitchen, searching the cupboards for the first-aid
kit, I remained where I was, trying to sort out my jumbled thoughts.
What
should I do? I already knew vampires existed, that wasn’t what shocked me. The
entire world knew about vampires. It was something closer to home. If Alex could
keep that big a secret from me, what else was he hiding? How could I trust him?
Was I really safe with him now that I knew? Even if I was, would I ever feel
that way again? Could I ever just go to his house and do homework, or complain
about the rubbish programmes on the telly?
I
tried to breathe normally, but I was having difficulty. My thoughts were too
jumbled and the adrenaline was still pumping and I was still too scared to
move. If I moved, I decided, all of it would be real. All of the hellish nightmare
of the Saturday night would be real. Every single thing.
I
heard Alex hiss and my whole body stiffened in alert. I stopped breathing and
listened closely. Henry was in the kitchen, still rummaging for bandages and
antiseptic, but Alex had gone very, very quiet and his breathing had changed.
An odd
noise caught my attention and as I drew back, I felt a small prick to my neck.
“Alex, did you just…?” I jumped back in horror, knocking a vase off the coffee
table. His fangs had come out! He had nearly bit me! I watched, shaking and
wide-eyed as Alex tried to control himself. His incisors had lengthened
considerably; they looked fake, they looked sharp.
Alex
took a deep breath and his fangs disappeared. When he had regained control, his
eyes were clear and sparkling and he no longer looked like a monster. Now he
looked handsome (though grimy) and very concerned as he looked up at my
terrified gaze.
His hand trembled as he reached for me. I
recoiled from his grasp and cowered away from him. His face of concern morphed
into one of pain. He looked away and I saw a tear fall down his cheek. I had
hurt him. He couldn’t even look at me.
Honestly
though, what did he expect? Did he think I was going to just sit down
angelically or jump for proverbial blooming joy? He nearly bit me!
Still,
seeing him so down trod did make me feel guilty. Slowly and with caution, I sat
down next to his chair and put my hand on his. “I’m sorry Alex,” I began. “I
just… It’s a lot to take in.” I squeezed his hand gently. He held on to it tightly,
raising it gently to his lips and smiled, his eyes staring at me with that
usual dark intensity.
“That’s
okay, Katherine.” I scowled at the use of my full name. “I’m sorry too.”
At
that moment, Henry came running in with enough medical supplies to sink a ship.
There were enough bandages to make a mummy, enough plasters to build a life
raft and so many needles, my eyes nearly popped out of my head in fear. I hated
needles. My eyes bulged at the sight of so many. How on Earth would someone use
that many needles? There were only so many places a person could be poked and
prodded. Anyone with that many needle marks would be like a sieve by now
surely?
A
shiver overtook me before I could suppress it and Alex barely had time to
smother his laugh. I glared and started to chastise him but yawned instead. I
glanced at the nearest clock and couldn’t believe my eyes. “Ten o’clock!”
“It is
late, “Henry agreed. “And you are tired. Go home and rest. We will meet again
in the morning.” He was right. I had a lot to think about.
I
didn’t wave goodbye. I just gathered my things and got out of there as fast as
I could. If I didn’t think about anything, I didn’t have time to feel guilty
for just abandoning my best friend who was bleeding on a chair. But what good
would I have been anyway? How could I have helped him? As I closed the front
gate of the Hodson household, I squinted to see the front door and its
pentagram plaque. That was why it was different to everyone else’s, I thought
miserably, because they themselves were different. They weren’t human. The
plaque was just a small way of showing that without revealing their secret. A
secret I now also had to keep.
I
turned away. I didn’t want to look anymore. I didn’t want to see it again for a
while.
The
white streetlights cast ghostly shadows onto the empty pathways and made the
trees take on lives of their own. With my new found knowledge and the newspaper
article buzzing around in my head, paranoia became a living entity within me.
Everything seemed to be moving. Post boxes became sinister demons waiting to
ambush innocent bystanders, birds turned into hobgoblins crouching in the
bushes. Even a cat made me jump as it ran across the road to chase a mouse.
I
needed a break. I needed chocolate. Chocolate would cure all my problems. After
all, chocolate is a girl’s best friend; that and a good book under warm covers.
It would only take a minute or so, the short walk from the end of my road to
the small garage around the corner. It was always open. And, with any luck, I
would be greeted with a familiar face when I got to the checkout. There would
be nothing supernatural, or weird or out of the ordinary. Everything would be
blissfully normal. Just like life should be.
The
bright lights blared and stung my eyes as I turned the corner but I smiled.
This was just what I needed. The all too familiar sights of newspaper racks and
empty flowers buckets soothed me as I opened the garage door and headed
straight to the sweetie aisle.
There
was just so much to choose from. I spent at least five minutes wondering what
to pick but I finally made my decision: a giant Yorkie bar. I also went to the
hot drinks counter and poured myself a hot chocolate. Why not? If I was going
to feel sorry for myself, I might as well do it properly. But as I was going to
the checkout, fishing for my purse, I looked up onto the glass counter and
screamed.
My hot
chocolate crashed to the floor, forgotten. My chocolate bar fell to the ground
and echoed in the silence. There it was. A sign; just like they told me. A
blurred reflection. So blindingly obvious yet so often overlooked. But it
wasn’t that that made me scream.
It was
who the reflection belonged to.
It was
Mildred!
I ran
from the garage, not bothering to help with the clean-up. I was terrified and
completely shocked. Mother had known Mildred for nearly fifty years. Mildred
was mother’s best friend in the whole world, and she was a vampire! How could
this happen? How could we not tell?
Henry’s
words echoed in my mind, “What mortals know about vampires couldn’t fill the
back of a postage stamp. You are all too full of mythologies and fictional
tales to see the truth.” Maybe that wasn’t it, I thought.
Maybe we just didn’t want to know…
I
certainly didn’t.
Copyright © 2012 TL Spencer
Copyright © 2012 TL Spencer