The Vampire’s Heart
By Serena Tan
Chapter 1: Return
In the middle of a deep forest, the calm
wind suddenly started to blow. The threes wavered severely as if they
were about to be blown away. The black cloud flew to block the bright sky, with
the powerful lightning thundering so loudly as if the whole sky was going to
fall down. There was an extremely loud explosion, and the wind turned into a
disastrous storm.
A large
castle on the top of the mountain started to shake violently. An explosion
thundered again as the eyes of a man in the castle pop-opened.
He turned
his head to look around himself, and a wide evil grin appeared on his face.
“At last,”
he whispered with his hoarse voice.
Lord
Aloysius stood up, flipped his long black cloak, and took a deep breath to
savour this great feeling.
The most
valuable treasure had finally come back to him after five hundred years of
torturing wait.
“At last,”
Lord Aloysius spoke, “you’ve left me for too long. From now on, I’ll never ever
let you escape from my hand anymore. NEVER!!!!!!”
“Gosh!!!!” Ginny sat up bolt-right. She
looked around herself in fear.
“Oh, gosh!”
She yelled before throwing herself back to the bed.
Ginny put
her hand on her forehead. She had been dreaming about this terrible thing
repeatedly for a week now. When would this nightmare go away?
The girl
stood up. She couldn’t force her eyes to close anymore. She was afraid that if
she fell asleep, she would have that nightmare again.
Ginny
switched on the bedside lamp, and caressed her shiny blond hair smoothly.
Her heart
was still beating so fast from that exhausting escape.
“It was just
a dream, Ginny,” she told herself. “It was totally nothing but a dream.”
She looked
at her small pink clock on the bedside table. It was 2 A.M. in the morning. She
was going to have her first day as a college student in a few hours.
Ginny was
born and grown up in Maine. She had just moved to California last Sunday to
continue her education.
Now, the
girl was standing still, thinking of how she was going to spend these few
hours. She didn’t want to go back to sleep, and was too sleepy to read any
textbook. She thought for a while, and finally made a decision. She walked to
her desk, grasped her favorite novel, and thrown herself back to the bed. Maybe,
reading her most favorite book would help her forget all the bad things she had
just seen in her dream.
Ginny
couldn’t believe that that terrible situation was created from her own
imagination. She had never realized how imaginative she was until last Sunday,
when she first had this dream.
The girl
shook her head to squash the thought out of her mind. She didn’t want to think
about it anymore. Thinking of the dream too much might indirectly reinforce it
to stay with her longer.
Ginny opened
her book, and started to read.
Reading her favorite novel could help
Ginny to forget about the nightmare. She didn’t feel scared about it anymore.
She wished that the feeling that had substituted the scare was some kind of
merry feeling that she used to have from reading her favorite book.
However, the
feeling that had substituted her scare was another strange feeling that kept
pitching her every second. She felt as if someone had been putting his eyes on
her all the time!
Ginny knew
that there was no such thing. She tried to concentrate on the book in her hand,
but she had lost her concentration completely. Her eyes were uncontrollably
moving around the room repeatedly to see who was watching her.
Ginny had a
feeling that the glare was from her left side. She took a deep breath, and then
turned her stare to the window. She took a good look at it, but it was too dark
outside to see anything.
Ginny
narrowed her eyes in order to have a clearer picture, but it barely helped. She
could see nothing at all. The only thing she could see was darkness.
“Silly
girl,” she told herself, annoyed. “Nobody is watching you.”
She forced
her eyes back to the book, took a deep breath, and continued her reading
without realizing that right after turning her eyes away, a big bat reappeared
in the darkness, watching her through the window with its red eyes. The bat
showed its sharp, bloody fang scarily, and then slowly disappeared.
Ginny’s fear
disappeared with the bat. She frowned a bit, suspicious of what was wrong with
her. But she decided to ignore it, and enjoyed the merry feeling that had
eventually come back to her.
She didn’t
even realize that her time to have merry feeling was running out every single
second. As soon as the sun rose next morning, her life would be changed forever.