Evelyn Chow, Period 6, 4/4/23

Evelyn Chow, Period 6, 4/4/23

Creativity & Fiction

• Craft a piece of FAN fiction related to any of the reading we’ve done in class that addresses one or more of the following: 

• Literary elements (i.e. structure, tone, diction, mood, irony, and figurative language) to craft a narrative.

• Structural features of drama (stage directions, character attributions/tags, dialogue, monologues, and/or soliloquies) to craft a script.

• Multidimensional characters to develop themes and create socio-political metaphors.

I was in shock. Did this really happen? Was he real, or just a figment of my imagination? But, he was here! I reached for my arms and touched my cheeks. The candle light still felt warm against my skin. I can’t deny what fantastical scenes had just unfolded before me, nor my participation in it. 

My steps were heavy climbing back up the stairs.

He was the one same one offering me advice all those years ago. I never forgot him, I always assumed he to be a mysterious, yet good intentioned benefactor. There was always something off about him, but how could I properly question him when he appeared and disappeared in a matter of seconds? I’d rather us chat over a cup of tea rather than hiding beneath the veil of the night sky in hushed conversations. Because he couldn’t withstand the sunlight.

My steps quicken up the wooden steps.

Who was he with? They looked similar, both definitely born of the same devilish monster no doubt. But, the other man—the other man! He was frightening! Unlike “Louis”, he was filled with desperation and aggression in his tone of voice. Everytime he opened his mouth (those fangs!) I flinched. Everytime his eyes landed on me, it would dart across my figure before landing horribly on my neck. I paused and clutched at my throat. Vampires.

I ran up the remaining stairs and burst open the door. My sisters, on the other side, tried to reach for me but I pushed them aside.

“Babette! What did you lead down there—where are you going?”

“Where are you heading?—The door, oh no Babette, it’s dark out, come back!” 

I paid no heed to their words and bolted as quickly as I could out the door. Even from afar, I could see the bright red flames engulfing the Pointe du Lac manor. Did he do this? Was he always so close? The smoke was beginning to even cloud the streets, thinly but menacingly. I wanted to get closer—no, I had to. My brother. That demon was the first one to tell me, and so surely, that my brother was dead! If it wasn’t him who feasted upon him that day, it was his devil kin. Tears welled up my eyes, from the ash or the grief, I could not tell.

The world turned gray that night. I don’t know how many times I stumbled. The streets tore the hems of the dress, stripped the shoes of my feet, and sliced the skin of my shins. All I could think was my brother, my brother, my brother. He was supposed to run our family’s plantation, he was supposed to marry, he was supposed to handle our sugar crop market. Not me, it was never supposed to be me. The devils that roam the world dragged his premature body to the depths of hell bringing us all insufferable pain and grief. They’re intolerable creatures, demons!

The image of the burning manor was the sole subject in my vision. Tearing my eyes apart from it was impossible now and my legs kept running trying to get closer, closer. 

I screamed, The devil! He’s here, he’s here, the devil is here! He can burn and die and he is here!

I was hysterical, I knew it, but I was not crazy! Everything I said was true! And yet, I felt arms reaching for me, grabbing me, yanking me away from Pointe du Lac. Can’t they hear what I’m saying to them? 

I need to find them! Louis—and his brother! They’re vampires, devils, I need to find and kill them! They’re in there!

Somewhere in the crowd I saw all of my four sisters sobbing. Somewhere in the crowd I saw my husband turning away. But, now all I see is Louis’s pale, sickening face for eternity.