The heavy smell
of earth and copper pulsates in the darkened room. She lies on the black
sheets, her jugular ripped out. Blood soaking the mattress, dripping on the
spotted floor with a hollow plik-plik-plik.
The floor, the walls – everything spotted with crimson and brown. A scene of
slaughter.
She looks taken
aback – her mouth and eyes open in an expression of fake astonishment, like she
entered a surprise party she already knew about. Her face only lit by a buzzing
light bulb. I know her face but I am not sure.
The shadows
around the corner of my eyes flicker and spiral around us as if her mutilated
body is a vortex, while the buzzing of the light bulb roars painfully in my
ears and the stench of blood makes me choke and gasp. In a feverish moment of
terror, she sits up on the bed, moving choppily like an animatronic and grins
at me with lifeless eyes. Her voice rattles through the hole in her neck. I
recognise her voice but it seems heavily distorted. “Did you buy my favourite
coffee?” she asks me, while tilting her head puppet-like to the side. Darkness
swirls around me and presses on my chest with force, while I try to scream.
*
The lady from the
DIY superstore looks up from her computer. She’s about 50 and with her strict
glasses, she looks more like an English teacher. She wears big golden rings on
her plumb fingers and her friendly impossibly wrinkly face smiles at me
patiently. Years on tanning beds gave her a complexion that seems so unnatural
that it’s almost cartoonish.
“What can I do
for you, young man?”
Her voice sounds
like four packets of cigarettes a day. Hoarse and raspy, but very nice. She
probably reads amazingly husky bedtime stories to her grandchildren.
“I am looking for
stakes.”
“Well, do you
want to build a fence? What do you have in mind?”
“I want to kill a
vampire.”
She looks at me
over the rims of her glasses with her brown eyes.
“Hmmm, we’ve got
stakes that are used for building backyard ponds. They should have the right
size, I suppose. Would you follow me, please?”
She waddles next
to me, leading me through a canyon of shelves under the cold superstore light.
Her steps make noises on the greyish linoleum floor. Some jingle is playing.
Then the voice of a cashier, requesting a colleague. The distorted voice
reminds me of something. Something I have heard in a dream, maybe.
She bows down and
rummages around in a shelf in the gardening section, while I stare at her
auburn hair, wondering if it’s coloured or a wig. With a satisfied smile, she
hands me a packet of stakes. Long, solid, wooden stakes, light but sharp in the
end. Nice feeling in my hand. Simply hold it over the ribcage and one hard
strike. It should be enough to crack the ribs open with a snapping sound and
puncture a dead black heart, while blood sprays in fountains from the screaming
fanged hole of a mouth.
I look at her.
“That is exactly
what I’m looking for. Thanks.”
“That’s just
great.” She smiles warmly at me. I fight the impulse to hug her, she reminds me
of my grandmother, I realise.
“I’ll take these
right away. Thank you very much.”
I turn around to
walk to the checkout (maybe also to look for detergent), while another jingle
echoes through the store.
“Good luck!” I
hear her yelling behind me. I turn around and wave at her and she waves back,
saying “take care of yourself.”
*
Aaron and
Daniel’s faces look like masks in the orange light of the bar. I close my eyes
and breathe in the thick air, a blend of cigarette smoke, perfume and
anticipation. Noises of people talking, laughing, glasses clinking, Self Control by Laura Branigan is
blasting from the speakers, some drunken girls sing along with it.
Daniel nudges
Aaron with his elbow and nods in my direction.
“Are you
alright?” He asks me.
“It’s a sign” I
say.
Aaron and Daniel
look at each other with that “here we go again” look on their faces but I
pretend I don’t see it.
“What do you
mean?” Daniel asks with that I-am-here-for-you-inflection that makes me want to
smash his beer glass on his forehead.
“The song” I say.
They look at me
with sad orange faces.
I sigh and
explain it to them.
“The song is a
sign from the vampire. It plays it to torment me. To tell me that it is coming
for me. Listen to the lyrics. Through the
wall something’s breaking.”
“Don’t think that
has anything to do with your vampire” Aaron says smirking, Daniel probably
kicking him under the table.
“Listen. I live among the creatures of the night.”
It wants to tell me that it has its spies everywhere. Its children.”
“I am sure no one
is spying on you” Daniel says tenderly but the rest of his assurances drown out
as I am already scanning the room.
I let my eyes fly
from the tipsy blonde flirting with a tall guy to the woman with the tattoo on
her underarm to the bald guy with glasses laughing about something with his
friend. The girls are still singing. I don’t feel a presence though.
“Listen, guys. I
am going for a piss. Be right back.”
My friends look
at me with an expression I can’t quite read.
A numb migraine
is starting to build in my skull and I wash my face with cold water.
As I return my
friends have put their jackets on. “Let’s call it a night. I’ll bring you home”
Daniel says. Aaron has already left.
On our silent way
through the warm summer night I carefully look behind me every few meters and
check the black edges of the street lights.
“We’re worried
about you” Daniel finally says.
“What do you
mean?”
“Your talk about
being hunted by ... you know. It freaks me the fuck out. You sound paranoid.”
“I know” I say and it sounds more desperate
that I want it to sound. “but it’s just this overwhelming feeling ... like
everybody is in on it, you know. When I saw the vampire for the first time I
knew it would come back for me. For Mia.”
“Look I know
you’ve been through a lot. And I know you want to protect your girlfriend but
you obsess about stuff ... things that aren’t there anymore. Maybe it’s all in
your head.”
“Yeah I know” I
say while watching the empty street corners. “I think Mia can protect herself
pretty good ... I just want to be prepared in case it happens again. I am
having these bad dreams. And this feeling. I see people staring at me from the
windows of cars and buses. They ... know. I feel their stares. They all work
for the vampire.”
To my own
surprise I feel tears welling in my eyes. I feel tremendously sad and to my
surprise, for Daniel because he can not possibly understand what I am talking
about. He has not seen what Mia and I have seen. At the same time I envy his
ignorance.
“Hey, man” Daniel
says softly. “Just try to relax, okay?”
We sit down on a
bench and he hands me a cigarette.
“You’re right” I
say.
Daniel smiles.
“Exactly. And now let’s talk about something else.”
“I’m sorry for
freaking you out in the bar.”
Daniel laughs
“you should feel sorry for Aaron, he really was pissed off.”
It’s good to hear
him laughing and I laugh along, wiping the tears from my eyes.
Daniel turns
around. “Oh look, we’ve got company.”
It’s one of the
drunk girls from the bar. I can smell her perfume from here. She awkwardly
stumbles through the light cones of the street lights. Her feet are bare.
“Are you
alright?” Daniel shouts.
“Yeaah, lost my
shoes.” She yells back. She’s probably ten metres away from us.
“Well, have a
good night, then.” He waves at her.
She stops and
turns to us. She smiles and waves back. She doesn’t stop though. About twelve
seconds must have passed and she still smiles and waves like a gif that
endlessly repeats itself.
“I don’t like
this” I say more to myself than to Daniel and I realise that I have stood up.
As she is
standing in the middle of the dim cone of light, still smiling and waving, her
posture changes. For a second it seems like her silhouette blurs and
resharpens. Her hair floats around her head like she’s underwater. Her body is
shaking in weird spasms.
“Let’s get the
fuck outta here” Daniel says and I can hear fear making his voice shake. His
cigarette dangles from his lower lip.
The girl or the
thing posing as a girl is now closer to us and just stares at me. Her eyes make
my heart pound frantically against my ribs. Her eyes are not human.
Daniel grabs me
by the shoulder and just like that she has disappeared from sight. Vanished
like smoke. But her voice is floating through the night air. She’s softly
whispering. Her singing whisper turns into screaming. Her voice is distorted.
*
I arrive at Mia’s
place and I ring the doorbell, hands still shaking. Daniel ran off in blind
panic. She opens the door and her surprised smile turns into a worried frown
when she registers the immensity of my fear.
“Jesus Christ,
what’s going on with you?”
I hold her close
to me, arms and legs still shaking like crazy.
She screams “Will
you relax for fuck’s sake? What is going on with you? You’re scaring me.”
“I saw one of its
children” I say. Mia stumbles back and anxiously clutches her sleeve, tears
forming in her eyes.
I breathe out.
“We. Have. To. Go. Now.” Every word like a gunshot echoing through the room.
Slumping down on
a chair in the kitchen, holding my head in my hands, migraine feverishly
pounding in my skull, Mia walks towards me and hugs me. “What will we do now?”
I say nothing.
“First I will
turn this music off,” she says and walks over to the kitchen radio. The beat of
Laura Branigan’s Self Control starts playing.
“Turn that
fucking thing off!” I scream and hysteria makes my voice crack.
*
As I wake up,
Mia’s head is pressed against my chest and my arm that is wrapped around her
neck has gone dead. I try to move it slightly, she stirs and mumbles and as the
blood rushes back, a tingling sensation creeps through it. I had nightmares
about blood splattered rooms again.
Dim morning light
and chirping birds outside her window. I get up and grab a kitchen knife and
wrap a dishcloth around its blade, the wooden stakes, a hammer, a flashlight
and put it all in my backpack. As I rummage around the room, Mia wakes up and
sits up in bed alertly, her Bambi eyes wide open.
“Where are you
going?”
“Killing a
vampire.”
“Don’t leave me
here by myself.”
I grab her by the
shoulders and say: “Stay at home. Do not open the door. For nobody. I’ll be
right back.”
She kisses me on
the lips.
With very final click, her door closes behind me and I look around.
Everything’s
quiet. No sound at all. No one to be seen.
I slowly step
outside and look around while the deafening silence swallows my steps.
A crow croaks on
a roof and looks at me, tilting its head.
The streets are
deserted as if a virus wiped out humanity and electricity hangs in the air like
right before a thunderstorm. As plastic bags swirl and dance around me in the
empty streets I realise that leaving Mia alone was a mistake but I press on.
Dream logic. I pass the local supermarket and an empty shopping cart rolls
around on the parking lot, but only when I walk past it.
The feeling of
being watched is palpable and my teeth clench so hard that my jaw hurts.
From afar I see a
figure shambling towards me. A giant. His head is cropped short on the sides
but he has a ponytail. His muscly arms are covered in old and washed out prison
tattoos and he wears a biker jacket with the logo of a local outlaw motorcycle gang
on its back.
So, this is who
it’s sending me to finish me off, I think.
As he sees me he,
his steps fasten and my legs twitch and spasm in the adrenaline rush. I don’t
want to die, I think and prepare for a cold blade to puncture my lungs.
He approaches me
and I see that teardrops are running down his face and cling to his beard.
“Please,” he begs
me.
He smells like
ammonia and I see that he pissed his pants.
“Please, don’t
leave me,” he whispers and his huge hand painfully grabs my shoulder.
He blubbers and
stammers like a child.
“Don’t let me be
alone with it. Please.”
He collapses
right in front of me and sobs uncontrolled.
Undoubtedly, he
has met the vampire, so I must be close.
I leave him there
sobbing and march on.
The streets are
deserted but a couple of meters into the city centre I see the first smashed
cars. Their windshields are silver spider webs of cracks, the hood of one
Mercedes is completely torn off. A tram is lying on the rails, pushed-over like
some toy. Sparks of electricity fizz and pop and fly around, where the cable is
torn in two. Not a soul in sight. I observe the scene of destruction and check
anxiously for the stakes in my backpack.
I notice a
perfectly white parking ticket flapping being crammed under a wiper. I walk
towards it with a queasy feeling in my gut because I already know. I tug it
very carefully between index finger and thumb as if it was radioactive or
poisonous. I recognise its handwriting immediately. In accurate sharp black
letters the vampire wrote:
PICK UP THE PHONE. LEFT.
Immediately a
phone starts ringing to the left of me with some old school ringing sound. I
turn my head and it’s coming from an empty coffee shop the front window of
which had been smashed to pieces. I walk towards it, the shrill ringing angrily
piercing the absolute quiet. Exactly in the center of a table to the left sits
a red rotary dial telephone and rings so loud that I almost imagine it jumping
up annoyedly and down like in those cartoons that were broadcast before the vampire
took over all stations of my television, showing me my death.
I take a deep
breath and pick up the cool plastic handle. There’s silence on the other end. Not
even breathing.
“Are you there?”
I hear myself say with a shaking voice but from far away.
“Yes.” Its
distorted voice is nightmare made audible. Seeping through the holes of the
handle like black ooze hissing with cold electricity. The hair on my back
raises. It’s the voice of murder.
“Are you coming
to kill me?” The voice asks, not a hint of amusement in it because amusement
would make it sound human.
“Yes. Where are
you?”
“Buying your
gilfriend’s favourite coffee.”
I choke back
tears. I don’t want it to see that it gets to me but I just can’t handle it
anymore. The words remind me of something terrible but I don’t know what.
“How do you want
to kill me?” The voice drones on heavily distorted. Like some malfunctioning
asthmatic robot.
“I bought
stakes.”
The sound coming
from the telephone that has turned into a rift between worlds could be identified
as laughter or some perverse mutation of it.
“Like in the
movies?” it asks after a pause.
“That’s how you
kill vampires, right?”
“I am not a
vampire. Vampire is just a human concept that you’ve chosen to make me
comprehensible. I am entirely something else.”
“I don’t give a
fuck. I want this to end. Show yourself” I say with some very badly faked
courage.
“Meet
me at Mia’s house,” the voice says.
There’s a sharp
crack in the line and then a cold but friendly female voice is saying:
“Please hold the line” and Self Control starts playing.
“Please hold the line” and Self Control starts playing.
I slam the phone
down and run run run as fas as I can back to Mia’s house. Running along the
smashed cars, tilted street lamps, claw marks on concrete. Panic is flaring
through my veins. I pass the supermarket and the biker guy whose head is now
separated from his body. No, it sits on his shoulders. Reality flickers and
blurs as I follow the vampire’s trail.
I arrive at Mia’s
house and the door is still locked. As I enter her darkened room, it smells
heavy. Like earth and copper.