The Alien Vampire

The room was dark and small, more like a short wide hallway.  She stood there waiting………waiting for the next challenge, or was it a test?

 

The sound of air rushing within the walls around her seemed to calm the speed of her thoughts as she took in every little detail that surrounded her.  She knew the unknown.  It was familiar to her.  Even what she’d never really faced before.

 

Tonight the face came slowly through the darkness. One step at a time,  one deep murderous breath pushing closer into her line of sight. 

 

            “Oh, shit……hello?” she spoke through the shadows as it became clear how tricky this new situation would really be.

 

She felt his energy and suddenly became consumed with terror.  This harsh emotion was unfamiliar to her.  She was used to the feeling of fear, she had felt the adrenaline pumping many times before, but this was different.

 

The door she’d been thrown from was locked.  All part of the game with waiting, watching eyes in mysterious box seats she could never quite make out.

 

            “Hello, hello? Can you speak? Do you understand me?” she began almost shouting through what looked like an even smaller space.  The walls were closing in on her through each gasp of air but she knew she had to keep talking.

 

Then his eyes suddenly became visible as she tilted her head up and immediately knew there was no longer a need for words.  He wasn’t listening.

 

There he stood with glowing white eyes and a body of steel.  There he stood, seven feet tall and ready for a quick kill.  She wondered how many he’d been given before and what they had done to escape before death ripped them to shreds.  She would fight until the very last second.  She would give them a show they had never seen before.

 

He took another step closer to make himself completely visible, eyes never leaving her with amused expression.  Now he waited.  What would her move be that would lead her to the dead?

 

The kick came with both feet through the door.  She didn’t care what it was made of……it was her only way out.  Her back slammed against the concrete floor hard but the door was wood!!!  Why was the door made of wood?  She pulled her body up and punched through the hole she had made.

 

             “How could this be happening?” she thought to herself.  She’d escaped the impossible.  How could it be so easy?

 

Then she was surrounded by dark figures in the next room with machine guns pointed and commands screamed at her from all directions not to make another move.

 

            “WHY!?!” she screamed back at them.  “Why won’t you fucking help me?”

 

Then she heard the deepest, loudest most otherworldly growl and the rest of the door was ripped off it’s hinges.  He ducked his head as he stepped through and grabbed her with one hand around the torso as he lifted her in the air.

 

She didn’t waste a second.  This little bug would sting and bite until the end but as she struggled and bit and kicked, she could only feel him waiting again.  The fight stopped.  For the first time in her life, she knew she had finally met her limit as she passed the next move onto him.

 

As she was stretched out and held like a sandwich in each hand, his head lowered down and licked her stomach once.  Then he bit with a torturous throbbing intensity. 

 

The screams didn’t last long before the numb set in and the feeling of being drained was the only thing lingering within her soul.  Bullets flew by met with more darkness and then she was on the table looking into bright lights.  She hoped it didn’t take long.  She needed to get back home.

 

The pumps and tubes surging with red life began to warm her again as she lay patiently…………..waiting.

Update

 

 I thought it might be appropriate to give a little explanation regarding my abrupt halt to “The Panic.”  It was highly suggested by a fellow sci-fi writer that I merge this storyline into my current book.  After my confusion faded and I thought about it for awhile, it started to make sense, so the story of Petra has not completely come to an end. 

 

I do intend to end the story in some way later on.  It actually bothers me that I put something up that is quite obviously unfinished but this little cyber home of mine was originally intended for short stories only so I want to stay on track with that.

 

Also, in the near future I will be posting a short story that has a bit of truth to it.  It concerns the discovery of water on Mars and a mysterious book I came across in a University library a few years back.  It just happened to catch my eye and I ended up reading the whole thing…..instead of writing my assigned paper for class.

 

I couldn’t stop thinking about what the author wrote in this “non fiction” book (even though a lot of people are doing this lately…hmm…oh, well), so I went back a couple weeks later to check it out for a re-read and to note the title and author.  Yep, you guessed it. It was nowhere to be found and when I put my mind to find something……I’ll just say that the entire library was searched very thoroughly. 

 

So, that’s it for now.  I’ll post little updates like this now and then when I feel it’s necessary.  I also have a regular life journal type of blog up at:

 

www.thoughtsandobservationsofacuriousmind.wordpress.com

 

If any of you are interested in getting to know the person behind these weird little sci-fi stories, you can get a little peek there.  It’s very normal and um……..human.

The Orb Station

 

He was there before he knew it.  Out of nowhere he was standing on a platform squinting against the light.  As he focused his eyes from the night he’d come from, he saw them.  Bubbles of different colors floating through the air next to the platform.

 

As he took a step closer to the edge to get a better look, he could see the occupants.  They were just like him.  Just normal looking people but…….they seemed to be sitting behind something in the bubbles, something invisible to the human eye.

 

Standing in the brilliant white atmosphere on a beautiful pearly white platform suspended in mid-air, he caught sight of the other people standing nearby.  They were in groups, huddled together as he stood alone.  Curiosity began to rise to the surface and he wondered if he should walk over and join them.

 

The instant the thought occurred to him, he received the answer.  One of the bubbles pulled up beside where he stood and sucked him in.  The feeling was indescribable, his body just entered the round object effortlessly……like he belonged with it….inside of it.

 

The communications also came effortlessly into his head but he was hesitant.  He was being asked to move this object with his mind. 

 

            “Why am I being asked to do this now?” he thought to himself, “Why is so much confidence being placed in me and when will the tests end? I’m so frustrated with all of this!” he now communicated to the invisible being in front of him. “I don’t care what you think I’m capable of.  I keep asking and you never ever tell!  Why should I keep cooperating with you?”

 

The wordless response enveloped his entire being instantaneously and he almost felt stupid for the childish little tantrum he just threw.  He was born to do this as a spirit.  The human emotions began to calm down as he absorbed the task at hand and received his instructions.

 

As he visualized the movements he wanted to make in his minds eye and felt the speed he wanted to move at, he became more confident with his new ability, although, he knew it really wasn’t new at all.  It was just a matter of getting back on the bike after a long while.

 

After he was instructed to head back to the platform and was sucked back out to stand alone, he was given one last communication.  This wasn’t all for nothing.  Next time……sometime in the future, he would be expected to fly alone as well……and then the night greeted him again.

 

The Healer

He came in the night, silently and forcefully. Wordless yet wise and strong…..very, very strong.  He led her into the darkness and she followed with a knowing, an inner instinct that she had to go.

Through blurred motion and confused direction, she remained with him to the destination.  Downward they went, into the tunnels, breathing in the cold damp air as they now walked deeper and deeper into the mystery.

             “C’mon” he said as she began to slow down and take in her surroundings.  The deep growl of a voice was commanding with a clear objective showing through.  He did not hide this from her.  She did not hesitate as she realized he knew her.  He knew all about her from flesh and bone and from beginning to end.  She knew him too but that was where it ended. 

 As they approached their destination, the damp chill faded into warm humidity and light.  Halls made out of tunnels turned into a home…..his home.  He took her hand and led her into a room.  There was a bed and a television and she knew they were there just for her, for familiar comfort.

             “Sit down on the bed and find something you like on the television” he told her, and again, she did as she was told.  The odd situation was not unfamiliar to her…..it just was.

 As she flipped through the channels, she was aware of his movements behind her.  He was working….preparing, for what he had to do.  She wasn’t afraid as she waited for him.  No questions asked, just a knowing.  An inner knowing that she belonged there.

      “Keep focused on what you’re watching,” he explained “and let your body relax into the force.” 

 Suddenly she could feel the power of the energy.  It was solid yet not.  Her body moved forward uncontrollably as she realized what was happening.  She was being fixed by this familiar yet unknown healer.  The images moved across the television screen, soothing her as bones were moved and repositioned…..and then it was over.

 She turned to look at the figure who had his back to her.  Dressed in sporty casual clothing, if not a bit worn and dirty, he was pure muscle and looked ready for combat, not for what he had just done.

 The questions came without words even though she knew he could not answer them.  He turned his face slightly toward her as she watched him and there was no need for anything more.  This was his world….his only means of existing.

 His face told her his story. She knew why he was there and felt his loneliness, his need to reach out to another who would understand.  He would remain there as she continued her life above.  She would need him again in the future and would wonder why he never showed up again, what the point was in the first place.

As the wordless calls for help flew into each night, she remained broken.   Walking on the surface, a product of curiosity, she remained alone herself, in her own isolated existence but when she turned her face towards others, her story could not be told…..invisible in plain sight.

The Panic – Part Three

Then she opened her eyes and it began.  The grand view she had grown so accustomed to over the years had just become even grander.  Petra thought it was the most magnificent thing she had ever seen.  Silver shimmers reflecting the sun……beautiful discs spread out across the sky.  She felt safe and truly at home but then she looked down.

 

            “Oh, shit.” she said to herself.  The visual of what Petra was now facing hit her like a ton of bricks.  The cars were bumper to bumper along the highway below, the ocean full of ships and sailboats.  Even more people were walking, huddled together in groups, many carrying large bags and even suitcases with them.  Petra scanned the scene, watching the confusion…….feeling the terror emanating from the masses below.

 

            “The only thing I can do now, she thought, is go back to the house and wait.”  It would be the safest place to hide out until whatever happened…………..happened.  She was just relieved to have somewhere to go, knowing as long as she stayed away from the crowds, she would be safe.

 

As Petra pulled into the driveway, her relief quickly faded.  Three men were standing outside the house.  Two of them were vaguely familiar to Petra.  She knew they lived further up the mountain in a small cabin, close to Mr. Redding.  Her Dad had told her they had done a couple of odd jobs for him around the house a few years back and that they mainly lived from a garden and whatever they hunted.  Petra knew her Dad meant well but sometimes his judgment about people overshadowed his giving nature.   She made eye contact with them as she swiftly geared into reverse.

 

           “Young lady, you’re gonna need to get outta the car now,” shouted the man she had never seen before, who was carrying a rifle.  Petra knew instinctively that she had no choice but to defy anything he said to her so she kept one eye on him and one eye on her rearview mirror as she backed a u-turn out into the road to make her way back down again.  She was hidden by trees at this point and knew she had to floor it in order to escape from his view.  At the same moment she slammed her foot down, she heard the gunshot……and then another.  Her tires had been shot out.

 

            “I said get outta the fucking car you stupid bitch!”  All three men were now walking quickly toward the jeep.  Petra kept the gears in drive, ducked down and hurled herself out of the passenger seat.  She hit the ground hard and rolled into the still thick bushes that lined the side of road, gating the entrance to the dark forest of redwoods. Then she started running faster than she ever thought she could.

The Panic – Part Two

  As Petra hopped into her jeep, she thought about taking a walk on the beach with her morning coffee.  It was one of those days where she just wanted to be present in the moment and enjoy the ocean air.  She began backing out of the driveway slowly while she slid in her favorite CD. Suddenly, she was startled by someone blasting their horn non-stop. She looked up quickly to see a familiar old red pickup truck speeding down the road past the driveway.  It was Mr. Redding with his old dog.

 

            “Huh, Petra thought. I wonder what has him in such a hurry.”  Mr. Redding lived further up the mountain and was usually very friendly.  He would at the very least give Petra and her parents a big smile and a wave as he drove by the house or saw them around town.  Today, he didn’t even look at Petra as he drove by.  He was staring straight ahead with a most serious face.  Petra hoped everything was okay with Stanley, his old dog. He had been taking him to the vet quite often for the past couple of months.

 

With music blasting and the sun warming her on the cool early winter day, Petra started to make her way down the mountain.  She began to notice her neighbor’s homes as she wound her way down.  It looked like everyone was either lounging inside or out and about. She wished her parents were with her today.  It would have been lovely to go shopping with her Mom or take a walk on the beach with her Dad.

 

As she neared the point that introduced a breath taking view of the ocean, Petra felt a sudden jolt of electricity rush through her entire body.  She slammed on the brakes and switched gears into park.  Something was happening and she finally realized what it was.

 

            “Unbelievable,” she thought.  “No communications, no warnings of any kind, not even a feeling of anything approaching at all.”  Petra sat breathless, heart pounding, adrenaline pumping as to what she might see when she rounded the corner.

 

            “What am I supposed to do in a situation like this?” she said out loud. “I haven’t been trained for this specific situation. How am I going to survive the panic!”  Petra knew she had to move quickly now and get on with the mission at hand.  She also knew there must be a reason for the public arrival.  “Something very important must have called for this,” she thought.  “It’s not supposed to be this way……..this soon.”

 

She slowly stepped on the accelerator and turned the corner.  She understood that her life would never be the same from that moment on and she didn’t want to face any of it.  She closed her eyes for a last few seconds of innocent peace, saying goodbye to her simple yet blissful life…….saying goodbye to her parents.

 

 

 

The Panic – Part One

 

The road was wet and slick, stretched out and winding around to meet the ocean below.  Droplets of warmth fell to the frozen pavement to melt into the stillness.  The stillness merging into darkness………….and then came the screams.

 

Blood curdling screams ripped through the silence only to be met with more silence.  Petra fell onto her knees consumed with weakness, inhaling the winter air.  Her hands were starting to go numb from the cold.  She knew she had to stand up and continue down the road to the beach.  She would be safe there for the rest of the night.

 

 

Eight hours earlier

 

Petra lay in bed watching the leaves flutter in the wind outside her bedroom window.  It was a beautiful clear sunny day and she wondered if it were as warm as it looked.  Reluctantly, she pulled the covers back and stretched out long and lean.  It was Sunday, around 2 p.m., the time Petra usually got out of bed on Sunday’s.

 

Walking through her parents’ home towards the kitchen, a welcome relief washed over her that she didn’t have to listen to the usual lecture.  The lecture she would usually get from her father about being productive during the day rather than late into the night.  Her parents would be back from Europe in a few weeks though, so she still had time to enjoy her current schedule and then get used to a new one before they arrived back.

 

As Petra began to make coffee, it suddenly occurred to her how silent it was in the neighborhood.  She leaned over the kitchen counter to look outside.  Everything seemed to be fine, except for a knocked over trash bin with half the contents spilling out into the street and no sign of the usual neighborhood kids playing ball.

 

“Maybe everyone else is just having a lazy Sunday too,” she thought as she opened the refrigerator door for cream.  She reached into a dark fridge and immediately turned around to look at the coffee pot.

 

“Damn, the powers out!” she said out loud in frustration.  She knew if she wanted coffee she was going to have to get dressed and make a run to Starbucks.  As Petra stood leaning against the kitchen counter, the unusual silence began to overwhelm her.  There was something different in the air, she just couldn’t quite put her finger on it.  “It’s probably nothing,” she thought as she made her way back up to her bedroom to get dressed.  She opened her window to check what the weather felt like outside and was happy she only needed to throw on a sweater and jeans.  After all, a fifteen minute drive down the mountain on a bright Sunday afternoon was something Petra had always loved doing.  It reminded her of how lucky she was to be living amongst so much nature.  Beautiful redwoods stood tall and strong on each side of the road and she always had the amazing view of the ocean to greet her as she neared the bottom.

 

 

 

 

 

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