Inside the Garden
You slowly come back to consciousness. Sharp waves of agony roll up through your body from your legs. You groan and feel a cool hand stroke your fevered brow.
You open your eyes.
Your sister Lisa is huddled over you, her face drawn and filthy with grime. As you open your eyes she blinks back tears.
"I thought you would die," she whispers and hugs you.
Her embrace sends a shock of pain through your entire body. You gasp and look down at your legs. They are twisted in an unnatural way and blood has soaked through the crude patchwork of bandages wrapped around them. As you look at them you feel a wave of nausea overpower you.
"I did the best I could," Lisa is crying now.
"Where are we?" You ask, fighting back the fear and pain.
"The vampires," Lisa's face is white with terror, "the vampires have been keeping me in this room for weeks. I got the note out to you through the cleaning woman that comes in every day. There were five of us when I got here. Now it's just you and me."
"Vampires..." Your head is reeling from the pain and the shock and suddenly the idea of vampires seems almost logical.
Just then the heavy door creaks open.
"Samuel," gasps Lisa and hides her face in her hands.
He is handsome in his silk suit. His hair is long and black, falling in a shining wave from his head. His green eyes glitter with amusement and malice.
"Awake at last," his voice is a sophisticated drawl, "how charming. I hope you'll be as much fun as your sister."
Lisa has curled into a ball and is rocking back and forth. You focus all of your rage on the smug looking vampire.
"What do you want from us?" you spit out.
"We are at war," his sharp face is suddenly tense, "those filthy werewolves grow stronger every day and we do nothing but diminish. We need more troops."
"You want us to become vampires?" You can't conceal your shock.
"Oh, your sister isn't quite our type," he sneers at her, "a little too fragile for us. But you..."
You open your eyes.
Your sister Lisa is huddled over you, her face drawn and filthy with grime. As you open your eyes she blinks back tears.
"I thought you would die," she whispers and hugs you.
Her embrace sends a shock of pain through your entire body. You gasp and look down at your legs. They are twisted in an unnatural way and blood has soaked through the crude patchwork of bandages wrapped around them. As you look at them you feel a wave of nausea overpower you.
"I did the best I could," Lisa is crying now.
"Where are we?" You ask, fighting back the fear and pain.
"The vampires," Lisa's face is white with terror, "the vampires have been keeping me in this room for weeks. I got the note out to you through the cleaning woman that comes in every day. There were five of us when I got here. Now it's just you and me."
"Vampires..." Your head is reeling from the pain and the shock and suddenly the idea of vampires seems almost logical.
Just then the heavy door creaks open.
"Samuel," gasps Lisa and hides her face in her hands.
He is handsome in his silk suit. His hair is long and black, falling in a shining wave from his head. His green eyes glitter with amusement and malice.
"Awake at last," his voice is a sophisticated drawl, "how charming. I hope you'll be as much fun as your sister."
Lisa has curled into a ball and is rocking back and forth. You focus all of your rage on the smug looking vampire.
"What do you want from us?" you spit out.
"We are at war," his sharp face is suddenly tense, "those filthy werewolves grow stronger every day and we do nothing but diminish. We need more troops."
"You want us to become vampires?" You can't conceal your shock.
"Oh, your sister isn't quite our type," he sneers at her, "a little too fragile for us. But you..."