make her special “gravy”, as she had called it. Helina had been standing on a chair stirring the sauce while Lizzie had been chopping the herbs. She remembered Lizzie screaming and clutching her hand as their mother ran around frantically looking for a towel. Blood oozed from between her sister’s fingers, dripping on the floor and mixing with the fresh herbs.
Helina stared at the spaghetti sauce, the thick red liquid looking just like Lizzie’s blood when she’d cut herself, just like the blood that had been around her body when she’d found her dead on her bedroom floor. Her appetite instantly vanished and tears started to slip down her cheeks. She was completely alone in this world, the only surviving member of her family. The vampires had come and taken over everything, had taken everyone she knew and loved and kept it for themselves.
Helina wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Even though she wanted to hate the vampires, she knew that if there were some like Gaijryc, she wouldn’t be able to. Bracing her hands on the sink, she looked out the small kitchen window. She couldn’t see the stars or the moon and decided to go outside and sit on the porch. The sauce was almost done, and the fresh air would clear her head. Placing a hand over her stomach, she looked at the sauce and thought about Lizzie again.
It seemed like forever before the nausea went away, but as Helina made her way outside, she was thankful for the fresh air and the little help it provided. Sitting on the wooden swing that hung from the roof of the porch, she looked at the stars through an opening in the trees. The night was clear, and the moon was bright. Slowly rocking back and forth, she rested her head on the back of the swing and enjoyed the sounds of the night. Her skin started to prickle, the hairs standing on end. She lifted her head and slowly looked around.
All she could see were tall trees and shadows lurking between them. Although she should have been alone, she felt as if someone were watching her, as if there were eyes looking straight into her face. Of course it was probably nothing, but she couldn’t help the sense of awareness. A twig snapped and her heart rate picked up. Her hand went to her chest, as if that would slow the rate down. She stared at the inky blackness and watched as a huge figure stepped out from the woods, the shadows covering them completely. She was about to run, to scream, to do something, when she heard Gaijryc’s deep voice.
“I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, she leaned back on the swing and stared at his large, dark figure come closer. He stood and stared at her as he leaned against the railing, the moon casting hints of light over his frame.
“You scared the shit out of me. Why were you in the trees?”
“I parked away from the house and made my way through the trees to try and pick up any unusual scents. I wanted to make sure no one has been coming near the cabin.”
“So everything is okay?” He nodded and she breathed out deeply.
“There’s something different about you.”
“Is there?” She looked down at herself and wondered what he was referring to. “I must look like a mess.”
“You look beautiful.” His bright white smile came through the darkness like a beacon of light. “It’s not on the outside, but on the inside. You seem different, but I can’t put my finger on it.” He watched her intently, as if he were trying to decipher his own words.
“I was just thinking about my mother and sister.” He sat next to her, the swing creaking in protest to his massive weight. His hand captured hers and placed it over his heart, the deep beat soothing her further.
“It pains me to see you sad.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed them gently. He took his other hand and rubbed small circles on her cheek. “On another note, something smells delicious.”
Panicked, she jumped out of the swing. “Oh hell.” She cried
Helina stared at the spaghetti sauce, the thick red liquid looking just like Lizzie’s blood when she’d cut herself, just like the blood that had been around her body when she’d found her dead on her bedroom floor. Her appetite instantly vanished and tears started to slip down her cheeks. She was completely alone in this world, the only surviving member of her family. The vampires had come and taken over everything, had taken everyone she knew and loved and kept it for themselves.
Helina wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Even though she wanted to hate the vampires, she knew that if there were some like Gaijryc, she wouldn’t be able to. Bracing her hands on the sink, she looked out the small kitchen window. She couldn’t see the stars or the moon and decided to go outside and sit on the porch. The sauce was almost done, and the fresh air would clear her head. Placing a hand over her stomach, she looked at the sauce and thought about Lizzie again.
It seemed like forever before the nausea went away, but as Helina made her way outside, she was thankful for the fresh air and the little help it provided. Sitting on the wooden swing that hung from the roof of the porch, she looked at the stars through an opening in the trees. The night was clear, and the moon was bright. Slowly rocking back and forth, she rested her head on the back of the swing and enjoyed the sounds of the night. Her skin started to prickle, the hairs standing on end. She lifted her head and slowly looked around.
All she could see were tall trees and shadows lurking between them. Although she should have been alone, she felt as if someone were watching her, as if there were eyes looking straight into her face. Of course it was probably nothing, but she couldn’t help the sense of awareness. A twig snapped and her heart rate picked up. Her hand went to her chest, as if that would slow the rate down. She stared at the inky blackness and watched as a huge figure stepped out from the woods, the shadows covering them completely. She was about to run, to scream, to do something, when she heard Gaijryc’s deep voice.
“I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, she leaned back on the swing and stared at his large, dark figure come closer. He stood and stared at her as he leaned against the railing, the moon casting hints of light over his frame.
“You scared the shit out of me. Why were you in the trees?”
“I parked away from the house and made my way through the trees to try and pick up any unusual scents. I wanted to make sure no one has been coming near the cabin.”
“So everything is okay?” He nodded and she breathed out deeply.
“There’s something different about you.”
“Is there?” She looked down at herself and wondered what he was referring to. “I must look like a mess.”
“You look beautiful.” His bright white smile came through the darkness like a beacon of light. “It’s not on the outside, but on the inside. You seem different, but I can’t put my finger on it.” He watched her intently, as if he were trying to decipher his own words.
“I was just thinking about my mother and sister.” He sat next to her, the swing creaking in protest to his massive weight. His hand captured hers and placed it over his heart, the deep beat soothing her further.
“It pains me to see you sad.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed them gently. He took his other hand and rubbed small circles on her cheek. “On another note, something smells delicious.”
Panicked, she jumped out of the swing. “Oh hell.” She cried
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