by F. A. Dincorn
Robbie MacBride was in his
last year at Mount Allison University. He didn't have any real friends as most
students considered him a 'nerd'. Each week he would receive a long newsy
letter from his mother, Rose. Robbie, and Rose, and his cousin Elizabeth were
all that was left of the family. His mother had been in a wheelchair for five
years now, the result of Muscular Dystrophy, but she remained cheerful, and her
letters were full of news of Elizabeth. Apparently she had met a man in the
library, and she was crazy about him. Rob looked forward to the holidays when
he could go home for a visit. Elizabeth didn't consider him a 'nerd', to her he
was always prince charming, and he loved her for it.
He read the letter again,
and then went back to his studies. He was studying Business Management. Rob
intended to go into business for himself one day. It would have something to do
with music, but he hadn't decided on exactly which branch it would be.
Rob's brown hair was
shoulder length, and he had grey eyes. He wasn't what you would call good
looking, but he was attractive. He could play a guitar, and sing reasonably
well, but he wasn't going to be a musician. He enjoyed business too much for
that, and that is what he would do.
Back home in Saint John
things were changing, and Robbie didn't realize that they would never be the
same again. The mysterious new man in Elizabeth's life would change all their
lives for ever.
Rose MacBride smiled at
her niece as she came through the door. "Elizabeth, your glowing," she said.
Elizabeth's blue eyes sparkled, and she ran a hand through her thick dark
"Now, Aunt Rose," she
said, "you know I'm always smiling, and happy."
Rose was in her wheel
chair. She had short brown hair, and grey eyes like Robbie. The chair didn't
make her a bitter person, as she was always cheerful, and full of jokes. She
teased Elizabeth about the new man in her life, one that Rose hadn't met as
"When are you going to
introduce me to this mysterious guy," Rose chided. "Is there something wrong
with him?" "No, Aunt Rose, he's perfect," Elizabeth said. "Just perfect."
Elizabeth met Victor Drake
in the library over a week ago. She had never seen him in the daytime, as he
was out of town during the day on buying trips. Ever since they met they were
attracted to one another, and Elizabeth was falling in love with him. She knew
he, and his butler, Hugo, lived in the old Corbet mansion, and he was never
married. victor bought the run down house two weeks before, and was planning to
renovate it in the future. Elizabeth hadn't been there yet, but he was going to
take her to the mansion soon.
"Why don't you bring him
over for dinner soon, so I can meet him?" Rose asked her. "I like to know who
you are seeing. Are you sure you know enough about him?"
"I know all I need to
know, Aunt Rose." "He's single, and I'm crazy about him."
"That I can see, but where
does he come from?" Rose enquired.
"He said he lived in
England for awhile, and before that Germany." "His job takes him all over the
country, but he's decided to settle here."
"I see. Would you have
anything to do with that? Rose asked.
"No, he decided that
before I met him. That's why he bought the Corbet mansion.
"Have your supper now, and
we'll talk later," said Rose. "Are you going out tonight?"
"I'm meeting Victor at
seven," Liz answered. "You don't mind being alone, do you?"
"No, you have a good time,
but invite him to dinner soon."
Elizabeth hurried down the
street after supper. She couldn't wait to meet Victor. She had a feeling that
he would be waiting for her outside the library, and when she got there he was.
Victor stepped out of the shadows, and opened his arms, and Elizabeth went into
them. He held her that way for a few minutes, not speaking, just enjoying her
warmth. "I knew you'd come," he finally said.
"What shall we do
tonight," she said. "Do you want to do anything special?"
"I thought maybe you would
like to see my house." Victor looked down at her, and waited.
"I would love to see your
house. Do you have a car with you, or should I get mine?"
"I have my car over
there." He pointed across the street to a black Ford Thunderbird.
Victor took her arm and
they walked across to the Thunderbird. He opened the door and got her
comfortable. Then he got behind the wheel, and started the car.
"It's only ten miles to
the house," he said. "It won't take long, and I told Hugo to put a fire in the
fireplace to take the chill off."
"These fall nights get
chilly," Elizabeth smiled at him to let him know that she appreciated the
When they arrived at the
Corbet mansion Hugo was at the door. He must have heard the car pull up. He
came out and opened the door for Elizabeth as Victor introduced them. "This is
Hugo, Victor said, a very important person around here. He looks after me, the
house, and the car."
"Hello Hugo, Elizabeth
said, I'm glad Victor has someone so handy to look after him."
Hugo just nodded, and he
walked back to the house with them. "The fire has been started Sir", he told
him as they entered into the spacious entrance.
The house was very run
down, and damp as it hadn't been lived in for many years. It still showed some
of the splendor it once had. The ceilings were twelve feet high, and great
dirty chandeliers hung in the hall, and the setting room where Victor asked her
to sit down by the fire. Elizabeth sat on the old-fashioned settee, and held
her hands toward the fire.
"Hugo is making a late
lunch for us tonight," Victor said, "I know you ate supper at home earlier."
"In the meanwhile we could have a glass of wine - you do drink wine don't
"Yes, wine would be
lovely," Elizabeth answered. "I don't think I could eat anything though."
They sat and sipped their
wine, and chatted about the house, but Elizabeth knew that there was something
on Victor's mind. She suspected that it had something to do with her, and she
"Elizabeth, he said, I
think I'm falling in love with you." "I'd like to know how you feel about me,
is it too soon?"
"No, it's too late, I'm
already in love with you." "I was hoping you felt the same way."
Victor took her in his
arms, and kissed her lips, and eyes, and neck. He lingered at the curve of her
neck and felt the warm pulse. He had to tell her now. He had to trust her.
"There's something I have
to tell you," he said, but Hugo came in just then, and asked to see Victor in
the kitchen. "I'll just be a minute," he said as he got up to go with Hugo.
In the kitchen Hugo asked
Victor if it was wise to tell Elizabeth anything yet. He had only known her a
week, and maybe he should wait until he was sure. Victor decided he could wait
another week or so, and he went back into the room. She sat there looking into
the fire. She was so beautiful to him in the firelight that he almost regretted
his decision to wait, but his life was on the line and he decided it was best
to wait a little longer.
"So, Elizabeth said, what
is it you were going to tell me?" "You seemed pretty mysterious."
"It was nothing, it was
just that I will be away for awhile, and won't be able to see you for a few
"Oh", said Elizabeth, "I
will miss you terribly." "It must be very important."
"I have to tie up some
loose ends in the business, as I won't be doing as much as I used to." Then I
can devote more time to you."
"In that case, I forgive
you," she smiled. "Please don't take too long." "By the way you have to come to
dinner before you go. Aunt Rose will hound me if I don't bring you home so that
she can meet you."
"In that case, I accept,
but it will have to be tomorrow night after seven, okay?"
It was after midnight when
Victor and Elizabeth kissed good night. She went into the house feeling happy,
but there was something in the back of her mind. She didn't think the trip was
what Victor wanted to tell her about, it was something else. He would tell her
in time. She went into the bedroom and found Rose sleeping peacefully in her
bed. She would tell her the good news in the morning.
Rose was very excited
about Victor coming to dinner. She cooked all day, and cleaned the house with
the help of Elizabeth. Rose was very capable around the house in spite of her
wheelchair. The only thing she needed help with was reaching the higher
shelves. They had a girl who came in once a week to help with the heavy work.
Linda was just sixteen, but she was a big girl, healthy and strong. Linda came
in on Fridays, and that was two days away so Rose and Elizabeth did the work
At promptly seven o'clock,
Victor knocked on the door. Elizabeth ran to open it, and greeted Victor with a
smile. "I'm so glad your here, aunt Rose has been looking forward to meeting
you all day." She ushered him in like royalty. "Aunt Rose meet Victor Drake."
"Victor, this is my only Aunt Rose." "You now have met two-thirds of my
family." Victor took Rose's offered hand, and smiled at her. "I see the family
resemblance, but how is it you have the same last name?"
"My Father and Rose are
brother and sister," Elizabeth replied. "Aunt Rose never married, although
she's Robbie's mother, her fiancé died in the war, and never even knew
that Robbie was born."
"What a pity," Victor said,
it must be hard to bring up a boy all by yourself? How long have you been in a
wheelchair, if I may ask?" I don't mind at all, and yes it was hard, but
Elizebeth was always there to help me, and I had her father when he was alive."
Rose looked sad for a minute, then she said, "let's go in now and eat."
"I hear you are a buyer,
what is it you buy," Rose asked Victor half way through the meal.
"I buy antiques for a
large chain, they collect antiques from all over the world, and sell them in
their stores in New York, and other large centers, but that is about to stop.
This is my last trip away. I'm retiring. That is why I bought the Corbet
house." "You must come and see it when I get back from London." "It's a cold,
dismal place right now, but maybe you and Elizabeth can give me some
"Are you old enough to
retire?" Aunt Rose laughed, "you must be older than you look."
"Well, I'm thirty-six, but
I never had to work, it was just a way to make use of my time." "I've decided
there are better ways to spend time." He looked at Elizabeth, and she blushed.
Rose noticed it, and knew Elizabeth would do anything for this man. He was
tall, dark, and handsome, as they say, and wealthy too. Rose herself was taken
with him, and even though there was an age difference of fourteen years, it
didn't seem to matter. Rose would give her, and Victor her blessings when the
The rest of the evening
flew by, and Victor had to leave. He was going to London early in the morning
he said, so he went home at eleven, giving Rose a hug, and a long good-night
kiss to Elizabeth. He told her he would be back in a week, and that he would
When Victor got home he
spent the rest of the night in front of the fire. Hugo offered him something to
drink, but he declined. He felt very alone. He would have a week to plan how he
would tell Elizabeth his secret, but how would she react? Would he lose her for
ever? How could a young beautiful woman live a life of solitude? Maybe her love
for him was strong enough, but it was a chance he knew he had to take.
In the morning just before
daybreak, Victor got up off his chair, and went to his room in the basement. A
hateful place where he was condemned to spend his days. Hugo would usually take
the car away each morning, and bring it back each night, but this morning he
would take the car and leave it in a private garage for the week. If anyone
came by, it would look like Victor had been away. Everything had to be planned
ahead. It was the only safe thing to do. Victor went down the stairs, and
opened his coffin. At least he didn't have to think when he was sleeping.
"Good-night, Elizabeth, he thought, I hope it isn't good-bye."
Hugo went out and climbed
in the car, and started it up. He would take it two miles up the road, and
store it in a garage that he had rented months before. He had been with Victor
Drake for many years, and he felt sorry for the cold, lonely existence he had,
but not sorry enough to let a woman come between them. Hugo had control of
Victor's assets, and did everything for him. A woman would only complicate
things. After all he had done too much planning to let a woman spoil it
Robbie was very
disappointed, he couldn't go home for Thanksgiving as he was failing an
important exam, and he had to spend the time studying. He received another long
letter from his mother telling him that Victor Drake came to dinner, and she
was as taken with him as Elizabeth was. Rose would be disappointed also, but
his studies came first. Robbie began a letter to his mother explaining his
absence, and assuring her he would be home for Christmas.
Elizabeth tried to fill
the long week the best she could. She went shopping for a new dress, but ended
up with a beautiful white nightgown. She blushed when she realized it was more
for Victor than herself. Then she wondered if he would ever see it.
Victor sat by the fire
every night of the week he was supposed to be away. He was putting the story
together in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he
became. Finally he went to find Hugo. "I'm going to tell Elizabeth the truth on
Monday night," he was saying to Hugo. The look on Hugo's face made him stop
talking. "What is it?" he asked.
"Sir, your making a
terrible mistake, no woman would understand about you, and no woman would live
like you, knowingly."
"Your wrong, Hugo,
Elizabeth is different, she loves me, and that will help her to understand it
wasn't my fault that I'm the way I am."
"Well, it was my duty to
warn you, and of course I will serve her as I serve you."
"Thank you Hugo, I'll say
good-night.", Victor went back to the fire, and sat down. He felt better now
that he made up his mind. Then he pictured Elizabeth beside him in the cold
dark cellar, and he panicked. My God, how can I do this to her? But he knew in
his heart he would.
When Monday night came
Victor sent his car for Elizabeth, but she told Hugo she would drive her own
out to the house. It would be more convenient for him, as he wouldn't have to
be on call all evening. Hugo figured she would probably need her car after the
story she was going to hear, and he laughed out loud at the thought of it.
People were really stupid he thought to himself. One born every minute. He
drove back to the mansion alone. Maybe Victor would give him the night off so
he could be alone with his soon to be x-girlfriend.
Elizabeth arrived at
seven-thirty, and hurried up to the door where Victor was waiting. He was so
handsome she thought, and she had missed him a lot during the time he was away.
"I'm so glad your back, she said as she reached him, next time take me with
Victor ushered her in, and
told Hugo he could have the night off. He wanted to be alone when he told
Elizabeth his story. "Can I get you anything?" he asked her when she was
comfortably sitting in the setting room. "No, darling, just you." "Please come
and sit down with me, and tell me about your trip."
Victor sat on a chair
across from Elizabeth. He didn't want to be too close when he told her his
story. "Elizabeth, he began, I have something to tell you, and I want you to
listen." "There is something I've been keeping from you that could make a
difference in how you feel about me."
"Victor, there is nothing
that could change my feelings for you, I love you."
"Maybe you should hear my
story first, then decide."
"All right," Elizabeth
said as she settled back on the cushion, and relaxed. "Go ahead, tell me your
It all happened fourteen
years ago when I first met Hugo. My father and I lived in London, England then.
My mother had been dead for ten years, and father and I traveled around
together a lot. One night father and I decided to see some of the colorful
sights of London itself. We walked along the streets, and even entered one of
the most famous bars, called the Vampire's Nest. All the people there dressed
in costumes, and drank colorful drinks, such as 'Bloody Marys's', pretending it
to be blood. We had one drink each, and then left. When we reached the corner
of the street we realized that someone was following us. Father turned around
too late, he was hit by a large man in a black cape, and flung against a wall.
There were two men, and the other one did the same to me. He then bent over me
and bit my neck. I passed out from hitting the wall, and never came to until
four days later.
When I woke up I was in a
shack, the windows were boarded up, and a man was sitting by my bed. It was
Hugo. He asked me how I was feeling, and I told him I was ill. My head ached,
and I was very thirsty. He told me that was understandable, as I had been dead
for three day. I thought he meant dead to the world, but he meant literally
dead. He told me his name was Hugo Gruber, and be found me and my father in the
alley near the Vampires Nest. My father was dead, and buried, but he saved me
because he knew I would be all right in three, or four days.
I was in shock at the news
of my father's death, and I asked him for a drink. He gave me a glass of red
liquid, and told me from now on I would have to drink this if I was to stay
alive. I didn't understand what he meant, so he told me. The men who attacked
me were real vampires, not the pretend ones. The one who attacked me made me
drink his blood, and I was now one of them.
I actually laughed at him,
but he was serious. He pointed at the windows, they are boarded up to keep the
daylight off of you. You must never see the sun again, or you will die. I drank
the drink he gave me, and I felt much stronger. I began to wonder if he was
right. He then told me that he would help me, and get me to a safe place out of
My father had holdings in
Canada, and Hugo thought that was a perfect place to hide. It was necessary to
be away from people who knew me, as they would become suspicious when I was no
longer available in the daylight hours. So I let him take charge of my life. I
no longer cared if I lived or died. Hugo made all the arrangements for me, and
himself, using my father's passport, to come here to New Brunswick. The story
about being a buyer is just a cover story Hugo made up. He told me I would
never have to prowl for victims, as he would see to my nourishment, and my
When Victor was finished,
Elizabeth sat for a minute, and then she laughed out loud, "My darling Victor,
that is the worst story I have ever heard, and I don't believe a word of it. If
you wanted to get rid of me, just say so."
Victor got up off his
chair, and took her hand, "come with me," he said. "Come see what's in the
cellar, and maybe then you'll believe."
Elizabeth, still smiling,
went along with Victor to the cellar. They went down the darkened stairs
together. There in the corner was a long black coffin. Victor pointed at it,
"that's where I sleep each morning."
She went over to the coffin
and lifted the lid, there inside was earth laid along its beautiful white satin
lining. "Oh my God, Victor, is it really true?
Victor went to Elizabeth,
and took her by the arm, "Let's go back upstairs where its warmer." "Are you
afraid of me now?"
"No, your still Victor,
the man I love. Lets just go up and talk about this."
Elizabeth and Victor talked
for hours. He sat close to her on the settee, and she laid her head on his
shoulder. I don't see how I can live without you, she told him. So I guess
we'll have to work around it some how. Oh my darling, Elizabeth, I love you so
much. I want to marry you. Do you think you could live with my terrible
"Yes, Victor, I will marry
you, but I must become like you. What do I have to do?"
"Oh my God, never." Victor
looked at her shocked. "It doesn't have to be that way for you."
"Not right away, but after
we are married, I want to be as you are." Elizabeth put her arms around his
neck. III think after fourteen years, that you have waited long enough, can we
Victor stood up and pulled
her to him, "are you sure your ready?" he asked, and when she nodded he picked
her up in his arms, and carried her up the wide staircase, and into the master
bedroom, where he had never slept.
The room was spacious, and
it was kept clean. Victor had Hugo get it ready just in case Elizabeth stayed
over. He stood in the door way with Elizabeth in his arms. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure, but will
you get my overnight bag out of the car? I want this to be perfect."
Victor hated to leave her
even for a minute, but he went. He got the bag out of her car, a little red
Golf. He couldn't believe his good fortune - she actually loved him enough to
sleep with him. He carried the bag up the stairs and found her there sitting on
the bed. "It's a lovely room isn't it?" she said.
Victor gave her the bag,
and bent over and kissed her, "please hurry, I can't wait much longer now that
I know your mine."
Elizabeth put on her new
nightgown that she bought in anticipation of this night. She had a lot to think
about, but not tonight, tonight would be for Victor, and herself. She went back
into the bedroom, and Victor walked up to her, "Your so beautiful," he said, as
he led her to the bed. "I love you with all my heart."
The night was magic. They
made love over, and over again, until they fell asleep.
"Victor, Victor, wake up, the sun, the sun", awakened Victor.
Victor sat bolt upright in
the bed, the sun's warm rays lay on his left arm and shoulder, it was coming
through the East window. He looked down at his arm in wonder. It didn't burn
him. It felt wonderful. He got up out of bed, and went to the window. He stood
there letting the warm sunshine lay on his body like a comforter. Then he began
to cry. Elizabeth, seeing his shoulders shake, ran to him, and put her arms
around him. "What does this mean?" she asked him.
When Victor could speak he
said, "I think this means I have been had." "I'm going to kill Hugo."
"Are you sure this means
your not a Vampire?" "Why would Hugo do such a thing." She looked up at him
hopefully waiting for his answer.
Victor led her back to the
bed, he had to sit down as his legs felt weak. "I didn't tell you everything,"
he said, "Hugo was wanted by the police when I met him." "That's why he was
hiding in that shack, he was wanted for murder, and he said it wasn't his
fault, but the police wanted him anyway." "I didn't care after what he had told
me about myself, and I needed him, so I just forgot about it." "He used my
father's passport to get himself out of the country, and I was just the patsy
he needed to help him. I think that was his motive, what else could it be?"
"It is so wonderful that
your not a Vampire, but that was despicable of Hugo. He should be punished, but
not by you, let the authorities take him. I want you safe with me not in jail
"I guess your right,"
Victor said, "It is wonderful, after fourteen years just to see the sun." He
went back to the window. "Can you get me a cellular phone?" he asked, "so I can
call Scotland Yard in London, they are the ones who were looking for him."
"I'll send him to London on some pretext, and have them waiting at the
airport." "Whatever they do won't be enough, but it will have to do."
"I want you to leave now,
Elizabeth, before Hugo gets back." "Come back this evening, and don't let him
see the phone." "I'll talk to him about going to London, he won't like it, but
I'll be firm about it. Then I'll call ahead and tell them when his plane gets
in. That should do it."
"I hate leaving you like
this," she said to him, "Are you sure you will be okay here with him?
"Don't worry, I'm going
down into the cellar, and await his return just as if nothing has changed, but
first I think I'll check and see what it is he has been giving me to drink all
these years." "You had better leave now before he gets back." Victor hugged,
and kissed her good-bye. He waited for her car to pull away, and then he went
into the kitchen to find out what it was he had been drinking. It didn't take
long as the cupboards were filled with tomato juice, and the fridge was full of
bottles already made up with whatever he had been putting in it. Victor took
out two bottles, and poured them down the drain rinsed the sink, and headed for
When Elizabeth got home
she was very excited, she went to her aunt and asked to borrow her cellular
phone. Rose knew that something had changed, and asked her what was going on.
Elizabeth told her she would tell her everything later.
"Victor asked me to marry
him, and I said yes." "He told me quite a story about his past, but he found
out that it wasn't true, and he's going to fix it." "I'll fill you in
tomorrow." Elizabeth was walking around, checking the phone, and placing it in
her club bag.
Rose looked at her, "are
you going to tell me why you didn't come home last night? Or should I ask?"
Elizabeth blushed, "You
shouldn't ask, but I'll tell you anyway we talked half the night then I spent
the rest of it in the guest room." "With Victor." "After all we are going to be
"What do you need the
phone for? Doesn't Victor have aphone?
"No, he doesn't,"
Elizabeth replied. "He has to make a call to London, but he will pay you for
"I wasn't worried about
the cost," Rose said. "I was just curious about why he needed it."
"Like I said, I'll tell
you everything tomorrow, please don't worry." Elizabeth kissed her aunt. "I'm
going back to the mansion at seven, and I may not be home until tomorrow, but
don't worry I'm in safe hands with Victor."
Elizabeth helped her aunt
get lunch ready, and they made small talk. She asked Rose how Robbie was
"I received a letter from
Robbie, and he isn't coming home for thanksgiving, but he will be home for
Christmas." "You can't get married before he gets home."
"I wouldn't think of it,"
Elizabeth said, "after all he's the one that has to give me away." "I'd wait
for whatever time it took."
"I'm going to write him
right away, and tell him the news right after you tell me the rest of it."
"That will have to wait
until tomorrow, Aunt Rose, but I will tell you everyhing."
At one o'clock Hugo
arrived at the Corbet mansion. He walked in and noticed that nothing was out of
place. She must have gone home. Probably scared to death if Victor told her the
story. He went into the kitchen and checked the refrigerator. Two bottles of
his special blend were gone. That meant that Victor was in the cellar. Hugo
then went up stairs to check the bedroom. He found the bed had been slept in,
probably Elizabeth stayed the night. Alone he hoped. It was puzzling that she
would still stay after Victor told her his story. Maybe she didn't believe him.
He then went into the cellar. Better make sure he thought. He lifted the coffin
lid, and Victor was right there where he should be. Hugo signed with relief. He
then went about the business of cleaning the house up, and preparing more of
his famous blood.
At nightfall Victor opened
the cellar door, and asked Hugo for a drink. He said, "Hugo I have a favor to
ask of you, when you bring in my tonic, I'd like to talk to you."
"Anything you ask, Mr.
Drake," Hugo smiled at Victor. He went into the kitchen to get the blood, and
then returned and handed it to Victor. "Please sit down," Victor said, "I want
you to take a trip for me." "Elizabeth has consented to be my wife, and I want
you to get my mother's wedding dress from our house in London." "Do you think
you can do that without anyone finding out?"
Hugo was shocked, he
couldn't believe she was actually going to marry Victor. He looked at Victor
with his mouth open for a minute. Then he said the only thing he could.
"Congratulations, Victor. Of course I would be glad to go back to London for
you." "When do you want me to leave?"
"There's a plane leaving
for London tomorrow night, I hope you can make it, as I am anxious to get the
dress." "I want you to go into town, and make sure there's a plane leaving,
make a reservation, and come back and let me know. I'll tell you how to get
into the house, and what I will need." "Very well, I'll leave first thing in
the morning, and come back and pack." Hugo resigned himself to going, and then
he started to look forward to it. He might have some time to spend with his
friends at the Vampire's Nest. He used to hang out there with his friends when
he was hiding from the law. The police never came near the place as long as
nobody complained. And usually no one did.
Victor thought everything
was going smoothly, and anxiously awaited Elizabeth's return. He couldn't wait
for her to arrive, and he hoped she could spend the night again. He didn't
think he would ever be this happy again, but he was very careful not to show it
to Hugo. He made plans in his head. He would call Scotland Yard, and alert them
to his arrival time. They would pick him up, and hopefully he would get what he
deserved. It was all Victor could do to keep from choking him to death, but he
didn't let Hugo see his anger. He wouldn't call London until Hugo's reservation
Elizabeth arrived at
seven-thirty with her over night bag. She threw her arms around Victor, and
whispered in his ear," I got the phone."
Victor held her tight, and
said "thank-you, I knew you could get one." "Come in and sit down." When they
were settled he told her Hugo was going to London on the following evening, and
he was going to get his reservation in the morning. "I hope he can get a seat
on such short notice," he said, "I want everything over and done with as soon
Hugo came into the room
and congratulated Elizabeth on her upcoming marriage. He asked if he could get
her anything, and would she like a fire in the master bedroom, if she was
"Yes, that would be
wonderful. I was a little chilly last night there by myself," she said. A glass
of wine would be nice we could have a toast.', "You can have the rest of the
night off," Victor said to Hugo, "after you light the fire, and get the wine,
we will be fine." "Just make sure you get to the travel agency in the morning I
can't wait to show Elizabeth my surprise."
After Hugo left for the
night, Elizabeth said to Victor, "I've never been to London, it must be nice
there, do you suppose we could go after we are married?"
"Oh course we can," Victor
answered, "we can go anywhere you want to go." "Thanks to you I now can go out
into the beautiful sunlight." "Only one more day in that dreaded coffin, and
I'm free." "We could live in my London house if you want to, it's a beautiful
"I'd like to see it
anyway. It must be really nice." "Do you think you can trust Hugo to go to
London with the police looking for him?"
"He has my father's
passport, and can travel around freely." I think the only reason he stays with
me is the money." "I will have to make sure he can't touch any more of it. I'll
call my lawyer tonight."
Victor and Elizabeth went upstairs.
They spent most of the night together, but Victor made sure he was in the
cellar when Hugo returned. He didn't want anything to go wrong now, and if Hugo
found out what was happening he may try to kill them both.
Elizabeth came down stairs in the
morning fully dressed and ready to go home. She encountered Hugo coming out of
the kitchen. "Did you sleep well," he asked her.
"Yes, the fire made it cozy, and warm,
but I must get back to my aunt now. Have a nice trip to London."
"Miss. MacBride, if I may say so, you
are taking a great risk in marrying Victor. After what he told you, do you
think its wise?"
"I love Victor, Hugo, and he's worth
any risk I have to take." "So, please don't worry, it will all work out."
Elizabeth went out, and got into her
car. She had given the phone to Victor, and he took it to the basement with
him. By tomorrow everything would be over. She hoped.
When Hugo got off the plane in London,
he knew right away that there was something wrong. He could see men standing
around looking unnatural to him. He was used to seeing men from Scotland Yard,
and he was sure they were some of the Yard's idiots. He went into the men's
washroom and stayed there for awhile. Then he slipped out and edged along a
wall, watching carefully to see if anyone was looking in his direction. There
was a woman heading for the door, and he fell into step beside her, and acted
like he was with her. No one noticed him at all. He just walked out and up the
street. Then he ran. He figured that Victor had set him up, and probably by now
Victor knew he wasn't a vampire. He headed for the Vampire's Nest.
Hugo sat in the back of the Vampire's
Nest drinking heavily. He had been there several hours thinking of what he
could do. He didn't have a safe place to hide, and he only knew a few people
that hung out in the Nest. His luck was with him when a man walked up to him
and said, "Well, if it isn't Hugo, my friend, where have you been hiding all
Hugo looked up to see who was taking to
him, and it was Carl, his friend for many years. He only knew Carl from the
bar, but they hung out together there. Carl was usually a private person, and
never met anyone outside the Vampire's Nest. He wasdressed in costume, a black
cape, and his sharp teeth. It was quite ridiculous the way some of these guys
dressed. Who did they think they were kidding anyway?
Hugo said to Carl, "Just the man I
wanted to see." "I'm looking for a safe place to hide, can you help me?"
Carl sat down across from Hugo, "where
have you been for the last fourteen years?
"I've been in Canada, with a friend,
but I can't go back again, as the friend got my number, if you know what I
"Well, I guess you could stay with me
for a short time, until you can find your own way." "Come along, I'll show you
where I live."
Hugo staggered along after Carl, and up
the street, and into an alley. There was a basement apartment door at the foot
of some steps. "This is where I live with my friends," said Carl. "Come in and
When Hugo stepped through the door he
was attacked by four people. They jumped on him and bit into his neck, fighting
over him. He knew his mistake, and with disbelief written on his face, he
Robbie got a long letter from Rose. She
told him about Elizabeth getting married at Christmas, and how she wanted him
to be there to give her away. He thought how ordinary everything was at home.
His life was so full of books, and classes, and teachers. He felt sorry for the
humdrum existence Elizabeth would lead in the old run down house. Rose said she
would tell him everything that happened after he got home, and that he wouldn't
believe it. Robbie knew there was nothing that could surprise him. But he was
looking forward to going home anyway.
Rose, and Elizabeth, and Victor sat
around Victor's fireplace, talking about the events that happened. Rose was
really shocked to think that Victor could live like that for fourteen years.
They worried about Hugo. The police called and said they lost him. Victor
didn't think he would come back to Canada, as it would probably occur to Hugo
that Victor set him up.
Elizabeth asked Rose to take charge of
redecorating the house while she, and Victor were on their honeymoon. They were
going to hire full time help to stay with Rose, and do the running for her.
Rose was happy for them.
The phone that Victor had installed
since Hugo left rang. When Victor picked it up, it was Scotland Yard. They told
him Hugo had been found, he was quite dead, drained of blood, and someone had
claimed the body. Victor sighed with relief. What a fitting ending for Hugo. He
couldn't have thought of a better one himself.
A week later Victor was walking around
the grounds looking over his property, and enjoying the crisp evening air. He
beard a rustling noise in the near by bushes.
"Who's there?" he called. There was no
answer, and Victor started to walk toward them. Suddenly, from behind, a voice
said, "That wasn't very nice of you Victor, setting me up like that."
Victor wheeled around, and there was
Hugo, alive. "I thought you were dead?" Victor said, in utter surprise.
"You can't get rid of me that easily,"
Hugo snarled at him. "Now your going to pay."
Hugo jumped on Victor, and they
wrestled to the ground. Hugo seemed more powerful than he ever was. He had the
strength of two men. Suddenly Hugo bared fangs that were white, and sharp as
razors. He tore into Victor's neck, and Victor was too overcome to stop
Hugo dragged Victor's limp, lifeless
body to the side entrance, and into the cellar. The black coffin hadn't been
removed as yet, so he dumped Victor in, and closed the lid. "When I say your a
vampire, your a vampire," he said, and he laughed quietly. "Now maybe your lady
friend will join you."
Hugo stole quietly upstairs,
remembering his own demise, and miraculous recovery. Of course now he would
live a life like Victor had for all those years, but he would be in good
company. Victor and Elizabeth would have to do their own killing, but they
wouldn't care once the thirst came over them. Hugo went to search out
Rose was in the dining room admiring
the work that had been started. The room had been cleaned thoroughly, and the
chandeliers were sparkling like diamonds. She didn't hear the man enter the
room behind her.
Hugo was on her in seconds, and after
she was depleted of blood he dragged her into the basement, and left her on the
floor beside Victor's coffin. It was getting late so he locked the cellar door,
and remained inside with his two victims. Time enough tomorrow night to meet
Elizabeth retired early as she had a
long day preparing for her wedding, and overseeing Aunt Rose's plans for the
house. She knew Victor would be up later, and he would wake her up when he did.
So she slept soundly, and in the morning when she arose, she found herself
She called out to Victor, but there was
no answer. She then got dressed and went downstairs. There was nobody around.
The car was gone also. So Elizabeth thought maybe Victor had gone to town. She
moved about the house looking for Rose, but only discovered her wheel chair in
the dining room. "That's strange," she thought, Rose must have gone with
Elizabeth waited all day for Victor,
and was getting very worried. She phoned Rose's house, and received no answer.
"I'm going to shoot him," she said out loud.
At nightfall Elizabeth was upstairs
looking out the window anxiously awaiting Victor's car. A voice from behind her
said, "Hello Elizabeth, waiting for your lover?"
She turned around, and looked into the
red eyes of Hugo. They were filled with hatred.
"Hugo, it can't be you, what have you
done? Where is Victor?"
"Victor is sleeping with Rose in the
basement, and soon you'll join them." Hugo moved closer as he spoke.
Elizabeth looked for a way out, but
Hugo blocked the door. She threw a lamp at him, and he just brushed it off,
laughing. "Fiesty aren't we? he said, and laughed at her. When Elizabeth tried
to run past him, he grabbed her and threw her across the room. "All this is
your fault," he said. "All of it," Victor was in my control until you came
along, now he's in my control again. We'll be a big happy family." He reached
out for her. Elizabeth was dazed, and didn't struggle when he finally bit into
Robbie knocked on Rose's door, and when
no one came he looked for the spare key. He found it in a flower pot, and
opened the door. The house smelled of disuse, and neglect. He went through the
rooms, and found dust on everything. Where was she he thought. Then it hit him,
she was out atthe Corbet mansion, staying there with Elizabeth andVictor.
It was late when his train got in, so
he decided to have a snack and go to bed. He would surprise them in the
morning. Robbie hadn't heard from his mother in three weeks, and that was
unusual, because Rose wrote every week faithfully.
He opened the refrigerator, and the
smell of rotting food filled the air. He stepped back, and closed the door
again. This wasn't like his mother at all.
Robbie didn't get up until ten the next
morning. He had a shower and dressed in clean clothes before he left for the
nearest restaurant. At one o'clock he pulled in the driveway of the
It was big, and old, and badly in need
of paint. it also looked as if no one was living there. Where was everyone? He
got out of the car that Rose had used. It had special equipment built in so
that Rose could drive it. That was another thing - Rose would never go anywhere
without her car.
Robbie walked up to the door and
knocked. No answer. He knocked again, and called out, "anyone home?" Still no
answer. The door was locked. He went around to the side and found another door,
but it was locked also. He bent down and peered into the cellar window. It
looked like someone was down there. He tapped on the window, but nobody
Robbie just stood there deciding what
to do. This was strange. He went to the garage. Elizabeth's Golf was there, and
also a large black Thunderbird. He was really concerned now, and decided to
He walked to the side door and threw a
shoulder against it. It took four hard blows before it let go. When it did
Robbie almost went headlong down the steps. The door led to the basement. He
went down into the damp room below. When his eyes grew accustomed to the dark,
he noticed that there were four coffins in a row against the wall. He crept
over to one, and lifted the lid. A man was in it, sleeping. He wasn't dead, but
there was blood on his face, and his eye-teeth protruded from his mouth. He
closed the lid, and opened the next one. It was his mother. She had blood on
her face and clothing, and she too was sleeping. He put a hand on her face, and
she opened her eyes and hissed at him. He jumped back, and she went back to
sleep. Robbie opened the other two coffins and found Elizabeth and Victor. He
was horrified. "What the hell happened?" he said out loud. "They're all
He ran up the cellar steps and closed
the door. "What am I going to do, they're VAMPIRES," he repeated to
Robbie drove home, as he had to think.
Then he decided to talk to the neighbours.
Mrs. Billings answered the door. She
was surprised to see Robbie, and invited him in right away. "Your back from Mt.
Allison," she said. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, Mrs. Billings, but I'd like
to ask you a few questions."
"Oh, is something wrong? she asked.
"I don't know for sure, but have you
noticed anything strange going on since I left?"
"Well now that you mention it, there
have been a lot of killings lately. More than usual for a city this size."
"Who was killed?" Robbie asked
"There were four people in one family
murdered on the same night. The police said that they had bled a lot, but not
much blood was found." "Doesn't that sound strange?"
"Yes it does," said Robbie. "I hope you
keep your doors locked at night, and don't answer if anybody knocks."
"My, what's the world coming to?" she
puckered up her fat face in concern. Mrs. Billings was seventy-five and a
widow. She was short and chubby, with redish brown hair, mixed with grey. She
would be defenseless against monsters like those at the mansion.
Robbie thanked her for the information,
and was about to go when she said. "How is your mother these day?" I haven't
seen her for three weeks?"
"Mom is away for awhile," Robbie
answered. "Visiting friends."
"Oh, isn't that nice, she said, tell
her hello for me when you see her."
"I will Mrs. Billings, and don't forget
to lock up."
Robbie left the Billings house and went
straight home. He went down the driveway to the garage, and opened the door. He
found what he was looking for. A five gallon can of gas sat in the corner under
the work bench. He picked it up it was full.
Robbie looked at his watch, and it read
four-thirty. He had to hurry, as it grew dark early in the winter.
Robbie knew all about vampires, he
heard the other students talking about a girl getting bit by one, and how she
became one herself. They said a stake through the heart or fire was the only
way to kill a vampire, and that's what he was going to do burn the house down
with them in it.
He thought of his mother, but that
thing in the coffin was no longer his mother. He had to do it.
Robbie drove out to the old Corbet
mansion. He arrived as the sun was getting quite low in the West. He got out
and opened the trunk, and grabbed the gas can. Hurrying, he went to the house,
unscrewing the cap as he went. He started pouring gas on the front door, and
walking toward the cellar door, leaving a stream of strong smelling gas as he
went. After he circled the house as far as he could, he went back to the
cellar. The sun was almost down. He had to hurry, but he had to see his mother
one last time.
Robbie went down the stairs, and opened
the lid of his mother's coffin. While he was looking at her, he heard the lid
of the coffin next to him start to open. Too late, he thought, I'm too
He ran upstairs, and reached in his
pocket for a match. He didn't have any. He ran to the car. His mother kept a
gun in the glove compartment, and when he opened it it wasn't there. Frantic
now, he looked around, and then he found a lighter in the back of the seat. He
couldn't believe his luck.
Robbie ran back to the front door,
pulling paper out of his pocket as he ran, he lit the paper with the lighter,
and touched it to the gas at the front door. It burst into flames.
"Thank God", he said out loud, and ran
to the corner of the house to see if they were still inside, and he heard them
shuffling around. He didn't think of them as family any more, just
The fire took hold of the house, and
roared along it's perimeter. They were trapped before they knew what was
happening to them. Victor took Elizabeth in his arms. "Good-bye my love, this
is for the best," he said. Robbie knelt in the grass beside his car, and
covered his ears. The screams from the basement were almost more than he could
The noise of the fire engines could be
heard getting closer, and closer, but Robbie didn't hear them. He was in a
world of horror in his own head. He sat and rocked with his hands over his
A little later, someone said, "Take
this guy to a hospital, he's not responding."
Robbie remained in a catatonic state
for days until he died of an aneurysm in his brain.
The firemen found only the bones of
four people near the cellar steps. Two had their arms wrapped around each other
in a final embrace.