Vampyre Dawn
(c) 1994 Simon Cooke
For Debby, Marc, Laura, Mikey, Simon, Adam, Rob, Lauren,
Louisa, Dave, Neil and the rest of the Vampire pack.
Thanks to Neil Rooke for allowing me to use the character
of Mace.
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The last embers of the fire flickered out, the red
and yellow flames being replaced by a dull red glow, a
poor substitute for their heat and light. Overhead the
sky was jewelled with the stars of a tropical night and
on the horizon the very first gentle light of dawn was
creeping up, spreading its fingers slowly across the
land.
By the fireside two men talked, one in his early
thirties, the other possibly younger but with a look in
his eyes that showed he had lived longer than his
features could ever reveal.
Eventually after much discussion they came to an
uneasy agreement and then shook hands.
The sounds of the insects that had previously been
buzzing around the camp fire ceased, almost as if in
apprehension of what was to follow. Silence descended
over the camp like a dark cloak.
Without looking, the older of the men pointed across
the exhausted fire to a crib that was perched on a rock.
The other got up and walked silently over to it. The man
remaining by the fire looked down at his hands, seemingly
questioning his actions.
The man by the crib bent down and looked inside, his
change of posture allowing him to see the young boy
within.
With a swift motion he took a blade from the sheath
on his belt and jabbed it into his left forefinger. A
small droplet of blood oozed out of the puncture hole,
crimson red on pale white. He put the knife back onto his
belt.
Reaching into the crib, the man delicately opened
the sleeping infant's mouth with his right hand. He
slowly inserted his bleeding forefinger between the
child's lips and stroked it in a slow gentle motion down
the child's tongue. The blood spread across its surface,
seeping into every pore.
Satisfied that he had finished his work, the man got
up and walked away from the camp into the early morning
light.
The infant awoke with a loud scream, and by the fire
the man who remained cried at what he had allowed to
happen.
And there you have it :)
Comments would be appreciated. And I'm not promising that I'll let
you know what happens next ! :) :) :)
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