Mary McDonald is hosting a “Tuesday Terror Blogfest”: http://mmcdonald64.blogspot.com/2010/06/blogfest-terror-tuesday-june-8th.htmlI decided to submit the prologue of a sequel to Aura. Enjoy!
I always felt a rush after breaking and entering. The stash in my bag rattled comfortingly against my back as I descended the steps of the Manhattan brownstone. A block or so away I began to whistle contentedly as I sauntered home. I enjoyed the adrenaline high of the whole experience, but getting home to survey my treasures and predict the money they would generate was the best part. I quickened my pace in anticipation.
After another block, I got the sense someone was following me. That was a surprise, because I prided myself on my discretion. I went in and out like a shadow, and all these years had never been close to being caught. There was an art to theft and I was a master artist - the Cezanne of stealing, so to speak. I quickly turned, but saw no one. Still I could not shake the feeling that someone pursued me.
Many blocks later, I came near my apartment in a less savory part of the city. I could afford to live in a nicer neighborhood, but why reside next to the people you take from? Besides, I wanted to stay near my kind – those who take advantage of the weak. In this area, there were many darkened alleyways where I could lose a person easily if someone followed me. I found a street with a broken light so I could barely see and ducked into one of the alleys, certain I’d shaken the pursuer. I decided to wait a few minutes to make sure.
Without a sound, the man stepped in front of me. I put my hand on the knife in my pocket, reassuringly. Whatever this guy wanted, he was no match for me. Even as he came closer and I saw his large size and almost Neanderthal features, I felt reassured by my blade.
“What do you want?” I asked like wanted to know the time.
“Me? I want to drain the blood out of your body. Because it’s a full moon, you will transform into a vampire, like myself. Then you’ll join my army because I need your special talents.”
I was dealing with a whacko. I decided to keep him talking and when his guard was down, I’d stab him. “You’re familiar with my work?”
The man gave a crude smile. “I’ve been tracking you for months. You’re almost vampire-like, the way you sneak in and out of houses with supreme agility, undetected by none but me. I wanted to take you sooner, but I had to wait until you decided to steal on the full moon. I’ve been getting quite impatient.”
He believed every word he said and I found it unnerving but I did my best to hide it. “What do you use your army for?”
“For now, just to get me money, power, and influence in this area. But soon, I’d like to take over the vampire world.”
I ran out of things to say. Each time he spoke I felt more fear, an emotion I wasn’t used to feeling. I gripped the blade and went to make my move. But he grabbed me before I could even pull the knife from my pocket. He seized my head with one hand and my shoulder with the other as he stared into my eyes. I became paralyzed – not by fright, but as in a trance. I stood as a statue, as he commanded, “You will join my army and stay loyal to me and only me.” It was pointless to fight, to say I worked alone. Whatever he wanted me to do, I’d do.
He leaned in and pierced my neck flesh with his teeth. I could not scream, though the pain seared my skin. As he sucked, my body weakened, and then collapsed to the ground.
The man chuckled as he scooped up my rag doll body and tossed it over his shoulder. Then next thing I knew we were up in the air. I viewed the tops of buildings below and silently screamed. Then I blacked out.
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Have a happy (rather than a terrorizing) Tuesday.