RoYds Part 28 - Frantic

Present Day

Elizabeth knew that Paul was scared –- extremely scared. In the panic that was beginning to overwhelm her, this thought was almost as terrifying as the footsteps now thud-thudding up from the stairwell. Elizabeth was rooted to the spot. The young girl continued to rock and whimper beside her while Paul frantically searched the passage and the ceiling, looking for an escape as well as keeping an eye out for any unwanted company. As she retrieved her Mag-Lite from her handbag, her instinct spoke again, informing her that her experience with Linus the other day was going to prove to be a piece of cake compared to what was about to happen here.

Screams erupted from the room Gemma had been pulled into, snatched by the flying creature. Hearing them was a sort of déjà vu, and Elizabeth had no doubt that these were the same screams that she and Gemma had heard a few minutes earlier.

“What the hell is it, Paul?”

She took hold of the young girl's arm and pulled her down the corridor away from the stairs and towards the gable wall and shuttered window at the end. They were like cornered rats.

Together, the three of them waited for the shadows on the half landing to appear in their full form at the top of the stairs. Elizabeth broke through the glass pane of the window with the hilt of her Mag-Lite and started to attack the wooden shutter, praying that it was rotten and would give way. Disoriented, she fought to determine if they were on the second or third floor of the building. Either way, the fall would probably finish the girl.

Elizabeth channelled all her anger and fear into a final assault on the wood which surprisingly surrendered. One half of the shutter swung outwards, making way for a stream of sunlight to flood down the corridor and announce the presence of the dark and threatening figure that had finally reached the head of the stairs. Elizabeth’s morale hit an all-time low when the figure failed to disintegrate in the beam of light reaching out from the window and the intimidating sound of the echoing footsteps continued to move towards them.

The young girl was completely hysterical now and she began to claw at her face with her fingernails creating a series of bloody half-moon welts across her cheeks and forehead. Elizabeth was drawn between a desire to slap the hysteria out of the girl and one to save her.

She leaned over the windowsill and surveyed the drop below. They were on the second floor. Scanning the lay of the land, she estimated that if the girl had the chance to take up a sitting position on the ledge, the drop would be about fourteen feet, with a good chance of a broken ankle rather than a broken neck.

Before Elizabeth could pull the girl up onto the windowsill, she felt a powerful presence immediately behind her and she went stiff. Suddenly, the young girl was pulled away from the wall beside Elizabeth with great force. Elizabeth heard taut skin pop as teeth punctured and ripped into flesh, and she began to tremble uncontrollably and with absolute horror as her own cheek and hair was washed with a fine spray of hot fresh blood.


Hail Mary full of grace

As Elizabeth resorted to prayer, the young girl who had just met her death turned her back on the light and held Elizabeth's hand tightly, her ghost remaining firmly by her side. Paul had already made his escape through the window.

This creature was not what Elizabeth would have expected from a vampire. She surmised that he must have been something quite ordinary before his death.

The figure before her disintegrated, one moment a grisly shape of a vampire, the next, millions of particles of decaying flesh and blood, holding their shape for a split second and then exploding onto Elizabeth in a red, horrifying shower. She found her voice and screamed hysterically.

Her screams caught in her throat when she saw Tashriel at the top of the stairwell accompanied by Grispheran. As the pair of them approached, they were joined by Gemma who emerged from the previously closed room totally unscathed.


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  • At 23 November 2009 at 20:37, Blogger Peanut said…

    That is all. lol
    (wow in a fantastical kind of way)

  • At 24 November 2009 at 22:49, Blogger Miladysa said…

    LOL Thanks Peanut :)

  • At 25 November 2009 at 16:41, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Bimbimbie said:

    Screamingly fast moving, Tsup*!*

    "...they were joined by Gemma who emerged from the previously closed room totally unscathed."

    I hope Elizabeth has the presence of thought to go and give Gemma one bloody great hug, seems only fitting to me.

  • At 25 November 2009 at 16:42, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Bimbimbie said:

    I don't trust Gemma - I'm thinking she's working for the badly dead lot

    I love your description of the building, brought back memories of my old school staircase and the old town hall and countless other wonderful old buildings ... thankfully without the whispering insect chatter.

  • At 27 November 2009 at 09:51, Anonymous Philippines Blog said…

    Not sure where the voting is going on for the top web fiction blog. It's nice to read a little sometimes. Even though fictions, they still tend to make me imagine things. I'm a blogger from the Philippines who loves to blog hop and see something different everytime. Your blog is a different one and I like it.

  • At 27 November 2009 at 10:38, Blogger Miladysa said…

    Thank you Philippines Blog :)

    The voting is taking place at The Web Fiction Guide - you can find the link to the WFG in the side bar.

  • At 28 November 2009 at 20:13, Anonymous Melissa said…

    Whew!! This scene is riveting! It was fantastic before but you've managed to make it even better, lol. Love the smashing of the window and the shutter (I felt like I was swinging my own mag light!) and the light pouring through, only to bring no relief. The taught flesh being punctured the hot blood -- shivers. *this* is how to write about vampires, not like those books that shall not be named, but rhyme with Highlight. ;D

    This is my favorite bit:
    "The young girl who had just met her death turned her back on the light and held Elizabeth's hand tightly, her ghost remaining firmly by her side."

    And what was Gemma up to ... grrr.

  • At 28 November 2009 at 21:48, Blogger Miladysa said…

    Melissa - LOL I ♥ YOU!

    I just read your comment out to Sir H:
    "Highlight? What ryhmes with highlight?"

    I'm soooo looking forward to chatting with you in person!!! :)

  • At 29 November 2009 at 02:05, Blogger Miladysa said…

    @ Melissa - Just read my comment & thought it might not make sense!

    You and I know what rhymes with Highlight - Sir H however does not have a flaming clue! LOL "Highlight? What rhymes with highlight?"
    rofl :)

  • At 29 November 2009 at 02:35, Anonymous Melissa said…

    LOL!! I knew just what you meant and could picture the scene!! Poor Sir H., what we'll put him through when we get together. :D


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