Halloween Shorts (short stories)

[Paragon Vanguard]

(Anyone can feel free to add their own here if they wish. I would love to read others.)

 

 

The Wolf of Talos

 

Bobby was at the bar, motioning for the dumb waitress to bring him another. No, that wasn't right. She was not dumb, she was just too busy talking to one of those Warrior bums. Gang members and supes, that who the girls seemed to like. Guy like Bobby Satch had a hard time getting their attention, at least the pretty ones.

"Cindy, another," he said, motioning her away from, as far as he could tell, the non paying gang member, over to him, who always paid and always tipped well.

"I'm coming Bobby," she said, before saying something low to the 80's movie reject. Those Warriors dressed in jeans and shirts with the sleeves cut off. They reminded Bobby of the movie by the same name.

The guy just looked to Bobby a moment, deciding the man was not a threat before tending to his own drink.

"Why do you let those guys in here," Bobby asked Cindy, nodding to the gangster.

Bobby was a fairly large guy himself, and wasn't afraid of normal folks. At 6'3, 235 lbs, he could hold his own in a fight.

"They pay, and they pay well Bobby, just not in the same way you do," she said, a smile on her face. "Don't let him bother you," she added, pouring another draft beer for him.

"He don't," Bobby said, taking his beer and heading back to his table and his two friends.

 

The bar had cleared out, even the Warrior guy, with only Cindy and Bobby left. Bobby was about to head out, and Cindy was about to close shop. His friends had went home only a few minutes before, but Bobby stayed, in hopes to get Cindy to go home with him. She had before, so it was not outside of reason.

"No Bobby, not tonight, I gotta bring my momma to the doctor in the morning. Maybe some other time," Cindy said, despite his attempts and coaxing.

"Or your meeting up with that Warrior guy," Bobby said, only slightly drunk.

"Bobby," Cindy said, teasing him with a slight kiss on the cheek. "That isn't true, momma really does need to...." she began, when someone walked in, making the bell over the door ring.

"I am about to close, but I can get you one for the road," Cindy said, patting Bobby on the arm and heading over to the stranger.

"Just a beer," the man said, his head down with a hat on his head. His voice was rough, and almost growly. Almost angry.

"Sure thing bud, then I have to close up," Cindy smiled and went to get the man his beer.

Bobby was sure he was not getting lucky with Cindy, and headed to the door.

"Don't leave," the man said, grabbing Bobby by the arm.
Bobby was not sure how the man moved so fast across the room.

"Stay awhile," he said, in that same growly voice.

Bobby tried to pull away, the man was smaller than he was, a good 3 inches or so shorter, but he could not manage to break the man's grip.

"Let go of me, unless you want trouble," Bobby said.

"No trouble," Cindy said from across the room, not really looking to the two men as she got the beer. "I just want to close up and be done with it."

"I want to eat," the man said, looking to Bobby.

Bobby was sure the man the man grew a few inches, because they were now eye to eye.
"I am so hungry."

Bobby was shoved toward the bar, and away from the door, as the man began to change. Bobby wanted to scream when he looked up from where he fell, but heard Cindy doing a good job for the both of them. He had heard the rumors, even he and Cindy had talked about how silly it was. The Wolf of Talos Island is what they called it, and it had killed a few people of late.

It was a werewolf.

The creature, now completely busted from the clothes it was wearing, stood 7 inches tall, and had no semblance of a man. It's fur was dark brown, matted, and hanging long. It's hands, as they were still hands, were large, and each finger ended in a long nail. It's face was a mix of man and wolf, with a long snout, and very human eyes.

It roared, and Cindy stopped screaming. Both felt fear. Both knew the danger. Neither could move now, though they wanted to run.

"So hungry," Bobby was sure it said, but it was so guttural, and animal like, it barely sounded human.

Bobby finally was able to scream, he and Cindy screaming together, as the pain shot through him. The slurping sounds filled his ears between screams.

The Wolf of Talos Island fed, and fed well.

 

A half hour later, not that far away, a Warrior gang member heard the chilling howl of what sounded like a wolf. He brought his eyes up to the full moon shining over the wharf, and shook his head in disbelief.

Edited October 11 by Paragon Vanguard

[Paragon Vanguard]

 

Bloodlette The Vampire

 

 

 

She felt like she had been dancing all night, in a dreamy state. She was intoxicated but did not drink that much. She was used to far more, as she tried to hit the clubs every weekend. Well, every weekend unless she had to work. Being a nurse, she had responsibilities to the people of Founders Falls.

Not tonight though, she danced. She clubbed. She enjoyed herself, and she had a handsome man dancing with her that made her feel as if she was the only woman in the club. His eyes did not wander, they stayed on her. His smile making her smile.

How did she get so tipsy?

Mary was not one to just sleep with anyone, but she knew, if he wanted, she would be going home with him. It wasn't even a question. She had no resistance. She was sure he knew that too.

His lips touched hers, his hand caressed her body, gently, not groping, but smoothly his left hand ran down her side to her hip. His left hand gently stroked her cheek, then pushed her dark black hair away from her face.

"You are beautiful," he whispered in her ear.
Mary did not feel beautiful, not next to someone as striking as he was. His skin was pale, his lips cool and red. His eyes were dark, and his hair was a blood red.

"I am Mary," she said.

"I am Jerrin," the handsome man provided.

"Can we leave," she asked, and she knew whatever he said she would do. He had, something, she wasn't sure what, but something that made her his. She would not say no. She could not say no, not now.

"If that is what you wish," Jerrin said, touching his forehead to hers. Their noses slightly rubbed, making her giggle a bit.

Why was she so dunk, so willing?

 

Mary invited him in, and he stepped in, almost careful, almost as if he was waiting for something to happen.

"Do you want a...." she started, but his lips found hers, cold, but nice. She meant to say a drink, but she could not, as his tongue brushed her lips, then her own tongue.

"I do not," he finally said, those handsome eyes seldom taken off of hers, not for too long. He did observe the apartment she lived in.
It was a nice apartment, and she was happy to bring friends, family, and lovers, to it. It was high priced, as was everything in Founders Fall. She could hear the water from the Red River. A cool breeze blew in from an open window, with the chill of Fall cooling her skin, but not her passion.

When did she open the window?

"If you wish a drink, please, indulge," he offered.

She made herself a rum and coke, and let the ice jingle a bit as she did so. She then watched him, as he looked through her records. Yes, albums, that she got from her dad who got them from his dad. They were from the 70's, and 80's, and some more recent, as the vinyl seemed to make a small come back, at least for a bit.

"You like classics," he asked, and she nodded through the daze.

His eyes again met her, and she drank her drink down. She drank it quickly, maybe too quickly.

She didn't usually drink rum, that was for one of her friends that would visit time to time.

Jerrin had his hands around her, from behind her. She did not see him move across the room, and she knew she really was drunk now.

"I like the taste of rum," Jerrin offered, his lips caressing her neck. Her body stiffening, as she pushed herself against him now.

"My bedroom is over here," she said, but feared that she could not make herself move.

He picked her up gently into his arms.

God he was strong.

He brought her to her room.

"Are you sure," he asked, and she nodded, meeting his lips again.

She felt like she was still dancing. He did everything she wished.

Kissing her.

Biting her.

Making love to her.

Then everything seemed to explode in ecstasy around her. Then there was nothing. She fell, into a darkness. She wasn't scared, she simply fell, until there was nothing. 

 

Jerrin wiped the blood from his lips, but could not resist lapping it up from his hand. He was warm now, her blood having sustained him. He could feel his face flush. He would now feel the shame of killing, of feeding, of being what he was.

Rum, mixed with blood, was his favorite. The alcohol warming him as much as the blood, and the taste of the mixture was wonderful.

Shame.

He would not allow her to rise, and be cursed as he was.

Shame.

He drank her empty, leaving her completely dead, never to be undead.

Jerrin's eyes flowed over her body. She was now as pale as he was. As cold as he had been, as if it was a trade. She looked as if she was now sleeping, a slight smile still on her face. Drinking her blood connected them in ways she would never have connected with another, and he allowed her to feel the greatest pleasures of the flesh that she could, even though most of it was in her mind, in their mingling of life.

Of blood.

The vampire did not look at her again. He dressed, his clothes were new but resembled his era of the 1700's. He dressed, and left through the open window. No mortal eyes would see him.

None would see his shame.

 

 

 

 

Edited October 18 by Paragon Vanguard