LITTLE GIRL VAMPIRE

                                             In 1984............

      The male vampire looked down on the little girl riding her tricycle in front of her house. There was no sidewalk and as the little girl rode along the soft slight crunching sound of gravel could be heard as she rode over it at the place where the yard met the road. She had shoulder length brown hair and was dressed in dark bluejeans and a lighter blue shirt.

      “Young fresh blood.” the male vampire said. He was tall and lean with very short blonde hair and pale empty eyes.

      “Oh Frank.” His female vampire companion said. “Feed off a little girl?” She was too skinny with shoulder length black hair and brown eyes that weren't quite as empty as Frank's eyes were.

      “Yeah, why not?” Frank almost sneered.

      They were sitting in an ancient huge black walnut tree across the street concealed by its' leafy branches. The sun was slowly setting and the evening shadows grew long and stretched far. The house behind the walnut tree was vacant and old, once upon a time it had been a blacksmith shop, then turned into a house and now was vacant and leaning, as if it were tired and about to give up. The grass was overly long and the bushes top heavy and bowing down.

     “Lure her away from her yard and over to us.” Frank said to his companion.    “You're female so she will respond to you.”

     Sheri laughed softly at Frank’s words, “I'm not her mother. I don't even look the motherly type.”

     “Do it.” Frank ordered.

     Sheri looked at Frank and gave him a look like he was stupid. He gazed back to the little girl riding her tricycle back and forth in front of her house. He noticed there were lights on in the little girl's home. But that didn't matter. They'd take the girl without anyone in the house even knowing.

      With a sigh Sheri slipped down past the branches from the tree like liquid and landed silently in the overgrown yard below. She straightened out and brushed non-existent dust from her clothing, a blue silk blouse with black silk pants and black sneakers.

     She flowed across the street, heading toward the girl. She came to a halt in front of the girl so she would be forced to stop her tricycle or run into the stranger. The little girl stopped peddling and looked up.

     “Hi.” Sheri said, putting as much friendliness in her voice as she could.

     The girl stared at her a moment or two then said. “Hi.” back. Her voice wasn't friendly but guarded.

     “I'm Sheri.”

     The little girl looked past Sheri like she was going to ride her tricycle around this annoying stranger. To prevent this possibility Sheri put a pale hand on the handle bar.

      “Hey!” protested the girl.

      “I'm Sheri.” she said again. “What's your name?”

      “Ann.” the girl said reluctantly.

     “Hi Ann.”

     “Hi. Will you let me go now?”

     “Why don't you ride your tricycle across the street. Over by the large beautiful black walnut tree?” Sheri pointed to the tree.

     Ann looked over there. “I don't like that tree. It drops green smelly things. They hurt if they hit you.”

     Sheri laughed, “It's not dropping any walnuts right now.”

     “Wrapped in icky green smelly stuff.” Ann went on to say.

     “I know what you're saying Ann but it's not doing that right now. Come. I'll lead the way.”

      In the walnut tree Frank watched, eager for the coming feast, innocent child's blood. He knew Sheri could do it, lead this prey to him. He licked his lips and fangs, eager and hungry for blood.

      “I'm suppose to stay on this side of the street.” Ann said.

      “Oh, it's okay. Your mommy and daddy won't know.” Sheri cooed.

      Ann glanced at her house. No one was looking out the windows or door.

      “Come for a minute.”

     “Why?” Ann asked her.

     “For fun. We can play a game.” Sheri answered.

     “The grass is long over there. The house looks scary.” Ann said, a belligerent tone creeping into her voice.

      Sheri heard Frank snap his fangs in frustration and impatience from his concealed limb in the leafy tree. Ann heard it too. She looked up toward the tree, fear and suspicion on her face.

     Sheri let out a sigh. Frank was an a*****e. He had no patience. His hunts were always sloppy. He never took the time to seduce his prey to him. All he cared about was the blood feast. She looked down at the little girl who was now watching her closely from her grey blue eyes.

     “Let's play. Girl games.” Sheri said eagerly as a new idea entered her mind.

     “Girl games?” asked a suspicious Ann.

     “Yeah. Girl games. You're not a Tom Boy, are you?”
     “No.” Ann said. “Will we have Barbie Dolls?”

     “Oh yes. And clothes to go with them.”
     “My Little Ponys? Strawberry Short Cake Dolls with all her friends? Cabbage Patch Kids dolls...with lots of outfits?” Ann asked. “And Smurf dolls too?”

     “Yes. All brand new and the best.” Sheri said.

     “And chocolate chip cookies? Chocolate cake and Oreo cookies? And ice cream?”

     “Yes Ann.”

     Ann smiled for the first time. How pretty she is, Sheri thought. The vampire glanced to where Frank eagerly waited in the tree and frowned. She figured Frank probably had spit dripping from his mouth now in eager anticipation of the feast of fresh innocent young blood. She looked at Ann, eager for the fun to start.

     “Come on Ann.” Sheri reached forward and easily plucked Ann off her tricycle. Ann gave a startled cry.

     In his hiding place Frank almost clapped with glee. He'd have his fresh child blood soon. Sweet innocent blood from a little girl. He watched Sheri, barely able to contain his excitement and stay hidden in the tree. But instead of coming across the street to where he was hidden and waiting Sheri zipped out of sight in the opposite direction, holding Ann close with ease. Frank watched in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing. What was Sheri doing?

     “Hey!” cried Frank. “Hey Sheri! What do you think you're doing?” Stunned and a bit confused Frank stared in the direction she had sped off in. Cursing, he dropped out of the walnut tree. As he hurried off he heard the humans in the little girl's house stirring. They must have heard the commotion. Frank didn't try to follow and catch up with Sheri. There was plenty of fresh innocent prey elsewhere. He’d just get it on his own for now and find another companion later to help him hunt.

      As Sheri sped off she held the little girl close. Cute little girl. Sweet little girl. Frank wasn't going to touch you. Your blood will be mine as I will be your mother. I will turn you in time. When you're old enough, a young woman. Yes. Sheri sped away as darkness settled over the neighborhood and the city.

      The front door to Ann's house opened and a woman stood there looking up and down the street but didn't see her young daughter. “Ann! Ann!” She called. She spotted Ann's tricycle abandoned by the side of the road and a look of alarm took control of her features, “Ann!!”

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Author's Note

In memory of Ann M. Kline who loved vampires and other monsters that went bump in her night.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Brilliant. Terse writing. Very lean, no fat. I esp like the sense of menace and the power relationship between the two vamps and the casual way they discuss a horrific act. The description of the decrepitude around them is fitting, too. I like the way Sheri pours from the tree 'like water'. Then the story gets really interesting. So much happening so fast! The taboo act. The child's suspicion. There is a realism feel. Then it's almost done. But is it? Then it is. The tension! And then the word 'sloppy' brings the brilliant twist at the end. We are glad Frank is thwarted, but in doing so Sheri reveals herself to outdo him in devilment. This is all a short story should be.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks so very much!!!!

[Black Cat Fever]

A very gripping tale of two vampires and one helpless little girl. the vamps want to use her for food but the one decided to "adopt" her instead to turn her later. The other gets no meal. Great story!!!

[Tina Kline]

Thanks BCT.

[Black Cat Fever]

You are so welcome.

[Star Wolf]

A very well written vampire poem. I think you did a brilliant job on this. The horror is not so overwhelming, like blood splattering everywhere or bodies being torn apart, its more of a psychological thriller. Where you wonder are they going to get the little girl or are they not. Can they fool the child to go with them. She's out there on the street with people in the house but no one is aware strangers are there and that their little Ann is in terrible danger. Then the female vamp gets way too disgusted with her greedy sloppy companion and takes off with the child. It's harsh at the end, but its a brilliant ending when the mother appears and looks for Ann, calling her then notices the abandoned tricycle. The horror of this piece is complete. Who can't feel the mothers pain at discovering her child is missing. In the 1980s things were done differently than in 2014.

I really enjoyed your vampire story. Fast paced, interesting, compelling, dark and chilling. Not a dull moment in this.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks very much.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

What a cool vampire story. Ann seemed very real, so did the setting. You have outstanding storytelling skills, that's for sure.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks very much.

[Coyote Song]

A really good and creative story. Its nice to read a vampire tale where blood and death do reign supreme as the plot line. Yes, very creative and impressive work. I enjoyed this story.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks very much.

[Coyote Song]

You are most welcome! :)