I rubbed my blurry eyes as I tried to look around and find the source of the warm flickering light amidst the shadows, but is that the sound of flames? And is that the smell of smoke?? My thin blanket slid off my legs as I stood up from the cold hard concrete ground of the dark Paris alleyway. I ran to the corner and peeked around to spot the burning of the Théâtre des Vampires?
My eyes started to widen, my heart started racing, my hands started shaking… in satisfaction and thrill?
It was only a week ago when I saw my own mother die from those terrifying vampires. She was my favorite person in the entire world, all she wanted was to provide for me. It wasn’t until the theater advertised an opening for a role that she focused on her own aspirations. I urged her to take the role, to fulfill a dream she’s had for years. She made it, but I wish she didn’t.
Day after day she spoke to me about how excited she was for her big break. When it finally came, I watched her acting through the window. I watched her come out on stage. I watched her bright eyes as she spoke. I watched her sing with so much expression. I watched her group up with the other actors. I watched as she was grabbed by her arms. I watched as those filthy vampires sucked the life out of her. I watched her as she went limp and pale. The crowd stood and cheered in blissful ignorance, but I collapsed in indescribable heartbreak.
My head turned as I saw two figures leaving the theater. Were they also vampires? But how did they live? What if they started the fire?
One of the men turned towards me, he looked familiar. Like someone I’ve seen near Miss Madeline’s shop. I had a sudden urge to run up to them, meet them, maybe we have a common idea? But then what if I turn into a vampire? No matter, nothing matters now that my mother is gone.
No matter the risk, I’ll find them, and dispose of vampires like those disgusting deceiving theater vampires.
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