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Sparx · 06-20-2006, 03:41 PM

My Neighbor Is A Vampire Part 1

“I’m telling you, these people are vampires,” Jonathon Riggs said, as he glared out the window, eyes locked onto the house of his new neighbors.

Rochelle Riggs placed the newspaper she was reading on her lap and looked at her husband as if he had uttered something foul from his mouth. “Honey, please don’t start.”

“What do you mean, please don’t start,” Jonathon said, feeling offended by his wife lack of faith in his idea. “Look at these people, they are clearly vampires.”

Rochelle shook head her in disbelief at the absurdness of her husband. This was the 4th time that Jonathon had accused people in the neighborhood of being mythical creatures and this had made people weary of him. Rochelle wasn’t about to let Jonathon ruin another relationship with the neighbors because of his harebrained accusations. “And how exactly can you tell that they are vampires, honey?”

“I’ve been writing fantasy stories as a career for 20 years, so I can easily identify the common characteristics of a vampire.”

“Oh really, then tell me Mr. Vampire doctor how exactly these new neighbors fit the characteristics of a vampire.”

Jonathon sprung from his chair, as if he had been hit by electricity and flung the curtains open. “That’s how,” he said as he pointed to the new neighbor’s house.

It was quite of a shock to Rochelle to see no more than a dozen bats upon the roof of her new neighbor’s house. The bats where like fury statues, they merely stood there, surveying the surrounding houses. The house itself was painted in black and the curtains were drawn and the windows were closed despite the hot weather.

“So what if bats are on their roof, that doesn’t mean that their vampires. For all we know they could just be bat enthusiasts,” Rochelle said, as she shook her head and picked up her newspaper.

Jonathon was beginning to feel annoyance creep on the surface of his face. He disliked it when people didn’t believe in his ideas and completely contradicted his theories by replying with lame answers. This was exactly what his wife was doing and he was growing impatient. “Fine then,” Jonathon finally said, straightening his shirt. “If you don’t believe me, then I guess I’ll have to prove it.”

“What do you mean, your going to prove it,” Rochelle said, as she peered over her newspaper and looked at her husband with a disapproving gaze.

“I’m going to march over there and im going to show you that--”

But before Jonathon could finish, Rochelle’s voice had cut him off like a sharp knife cutting a string. “No, don’t you even think about it. I’m not going to let your over-excited imagination ruin our relationship with these new neighbors.”

“But…honey…I’m just trying--”

“I don’t want to hear it. We are going to take the children and we are all, as a family, going to pay a visit to our new neighbors and you’re going to see that they are just normal people like us and not vampires from your stories.”

“But, honey--”

“Do I make myself clear, Jonathon?” Rochelle’s voice was like an unmovable boulder, stern and rigid.

As much as he resented being made look like a child in front of his wife, Jonathon knew well that it would be best to simply agree with his wife when she was in this exasperated state. So he nodded his head and Rochelle smiled at him; all her earlier anger leaving the veneer of her face. She then dropped her newspaper and made her way out of the living room to call the two children.

Jonathon turned around and looked at the new neighbor’s house once more. As he looked, he was startled when he saw a young boy, with pale skin, blood red eyes and thick black hair step out of the house. The mysterious boy who looked no older than 17 carried a coffin into the house before shutting the door. Jonathon felt fear run across his body. He knew only one type of people who looked like the boy he had just seen and used coffins. Those people where vampires.

To be continued…

erotic_cookie · 06-20-2006, 03:47 PM

Wow, my wife and I had this same conversation...well, not really. I'm just kidding. I'm interested to see how this story goes, it kind of reminds me of that movie starring Tom Hanks called "The Burbs".

If you haven't seen the movie you should, it's good. You should also post more of this story.

Holden Blake · 06-21-2006, 03:43 PM

Haha this is a really nifty idea Sparx, I'm very interested and I'd love to read more..

Sparx · 06-27-2006, 08:15 AM

Thanks for the replies, Holden Blake and erotic_cookie. I've just finished writing and editing part 2 and im posting it now.

Sparx · 06-27-2006, 08:17 AM

My Neighbour Is A Vampire Part 2

“Remember now, everyone must be in their best behavior, that includes you too Jonathon,” said Rochelle, giving her husband a piercing glare as she closed the door of the house.

Jonathon was about to reply to his wife’s statement when his two children came in front of him, with angry frowns upon their faces.

“Dad, why do we have to go and meet the new neighbors anyway; wresting is gonna be on and I don’t wanna miss it,” Jay Riggs said.

“Yeah and Brad said his gonna take me out on a date tonight dad, I can’t miss that,” Sherelle Riggs said.

Jonathon forcefully placed a smile on his face and put his hands on his two children’s shoulders. “Now, now kids. Your mum insists that we meet the new neighbors and I agree with her.”

“You do,” Rochelle said startlingly.

“Of cause I do. I really want to meet these new neighbors and get to know them better, a lot better,” Jonathon said he narrowed his eyes at the new neighbor’s house.

Rochelle stared at her husband; her eyes slithering across his face like a snake hunting for a rat. She knew Jonathon was up to something but she couldn’t tell what it was. In the end, she decided maybe she was the one being paranoid and maybe Jonathon wouldn’t do any illogical actions at the new neighbor’s house that would embarrass them.

The Riggs family began to make their way to their neighbor’s house. As Jonathon walked across the street along side his son and daughter; he couldn’t help but feel excitement speed through his blood like a train without
brakes. Finally, he was going to be able to show this neighborhood that he wasn’t just a crackpot writer. Deep in his mind, he knew that this new neighbors were vampires; what he had seen earlier with the boy coming out of the house had confirmed that for him. All he needed to do was to prove this to his family.

“Well, here we are,” Rochelle said as she stopped in front of a Black door. “Remember, no funny behavior; for once where going to have a good relationship with the neighbors.” Rochelle straightened her top, licked her lips and then knocked on the door.

When the door opened, Jonathon couldn’t believe that the man standing in front of him and his family was human that or he hadn’t been to the doctors in a long time. His skin was pale like the boy he had seen come out of the house earlier. Long strands of hair grew out of his head like plants but what made Jonathon really anxious, was the man’s deep red eyes.

“Ah, hello you must be our new neighbors,” the man spoke as he raised his hands to shake Rochelle.

“Yes that’s us. And I must say it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr.…”

“My name is Dracut Emapriv,” the man said, with a rich Transylvanian accent in his voice.

“And we are the Riggs family; and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Emapriv.”

“Likewise,” Mr. Emapriv said as he plunked a kiss on Rochelle’s hands. “And you must be the man of the house,” he said as he extended his hand to greet Jonathon.

“Yes that’s me,” Jonathon replied as he shook the hand watchfully, as if it were a snake that could bite any moment.

“Come, come. You must stay for dinner, my neighbors. My wife cooks an excellent salad and her red whine is to die for,” Mr. Emapriv said as clapped his hands and lead the Riggs family into his house.

As Jonathon walked through the house he noticed that everything was black. The walls, the windows even the floor tiles where covered in black carpet. He continued to survey the house and noticed that the windows had been drawn and there was barely any source of light. Something definitely wasn’t right here.

Before Jonathon could continue his surveying of the Emapriv household, he was stopped by the crackling voice of a woman. He turned around to see his wife hugging another woman who was just as pale and red eyed as Mr. Emapriv.

“This must be your children, they look so cute,” the woman said as she pinched the cheeks of Jay and Sherelle.

“I see you have met my wife, Mrs. Serbia Emapriv. Come and meet our son,” Mr. Emapriv said. “Bat, come down here, we have visitors.”

A young boy, about the same age as Sherelle came walking down the stairs. Jonathon recognized the pale boy immediately. He was the boy he had seen come out of the house earlier.

“His kind of cute, you know,” Sherelle said as her eyes walked across the boy’s body.

After the Riggs family had been introduced to the Emapriv family, they sat down in the living room where they waited for Miss Emapriv to finish cooking the food. Jonathon looked uneasy as he sat on his chair next to Mr. Emapriv who kept glancing at him from time to time.

“Is something wrong, Mr. Riggs? You look uncomfortable in your chair,” Mr. Emapriv said.

“Yes…well…I just need to go and use the bathroom. Where is your bathroom?”

“Just keep walking straight and turn left and you should see it. Oh and try not to take too long. Your food will get cold.”

“Yes, err thanks,” Jonathon said, standing up from his chair and making his way out of the living room.

“This house, literally gives me the Goosebumps,” Jonathon said to himself as he walked along the hallway. “Great, now I forgot where he said the toilet was.”

As Jonathon looked around to see if he could see any sign of a toilet, he noticed an open door that lead to the basement. I shouldn’t go in there Jonathon thought to himself as he stared at the black abyss that was the basement. His mind was telling him that he shouldn’t go wondering into other people’s basement but his heart was telling him to see what was done there. As a writer, Jonathon always followed his heart. So Jonathon decided to go and see what was in the basement. He peered into the blackness of the basement and shouted. No reply came back but the echo of his voice. Swallowing hard, Jonathon made his way down the basement.

When Jonathon finally made it down to the basement, everything was pitch black. The air he was surrounded in was cold and tickled his skin. A strange smell irritated his nose and Jonathon knew he recognized the smell somewhere but he couldn’t quite make it out. Jonathon placed his hands on the walls to see if he could find the switch to put on the light. As he rubbed his hands against the wall he felt his hands on a small plastic surface. He pressed hard on the plastic surface and the room was flooded with lights.

As light entered his eyes, Jonathon almost felt his heart jump from his body when he saw what was in front of him. The entire basement was filled with jars and inside these jars was a red liquid.

Jonathon staggered back as he whimpered in fear. He now recognized what the earlier smell was. It was the smell of blood.

To be continued…

aliceedelweiss · 06-27-2006, 11:19 AM

I've only read part one, but its pretty funny. It reminds me of how in some older shows they'd have an old guy standing at a window, "Honey! They're doing it again!" "Leave the neighbors alone!"

The characters were good, they felt real and I liked that. The plot is nice too. I'd like to see a good explanation if they aren't vampires!

Alice

Wyndstar · 06-27-2006, 01:25 PM

Hi Sparx--nice to see you in my neck of the woods--and a good story to do it with. The charactorizations are smooth and the writing is consistent. Though the plot has been done before, I'll reserve judgement until the end. It has piqued my interest, which marks it as better than the usual cliches about vampires or interesting neighbors, so I'll keep reading and await your next post.

aloycius · 06-27-2006, 06:27 PM

Haha, amusing. The only drawback is it goes in a direction that is very familiar. It's good, and I'd like to read more of your work.

Sparx · 06-30-2006, 05:40 PM

Thanks for the replies guys and gals. Im posting part 3, the final part now. Hopefully, you guys will be satisfied by the surprising ending. Enjoy.

Sparx · 06-30-2006, 05:43 PM

My neighbour is a Vampire Part 3 FINALE

“I must say, Mrs. Emapriv, your salad is delicious. You really must give me the recipe,” Rochelle said as she wiped the edges of her mouth with a table cloth.

“Oh, why thank you dear.”

This was more like it, Rochelle thought to herself as she placed another spoon of soup in her mouth. Finally, the Riggs family was having a normal dinner with the neighbors and Jonathon hadn’t uttered a single word. Sherelle then narrowed her eyes. She looked up in front of her and noticed that Jonathon wasn’t on the table.

“Where is Jonathon?” Sherelle asked with a sprinkle of alarm in her voice.

“Oh your husband, he went to the…”

Before Mr. Emapriv could finish replying, Jonathon burst into the living room, holding a jar in his hands. Everyone in the living room immediately looked at him. Jonathon felt that fear again run across his body. He didn’t like people staring at him, especially if some of the people had red eyes. However, Jonathon knew that in order to show his family that these people where vampires he would have to fight his fear. So Jonathon swallowed hard and placed the jar onto the table.

“Honey, what exactly are you doing,” Rochelle said, trying desperately to conceal the veins that where rising from her forehead.

“Just watch. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

Rochelle felt her earlier good spirits sink into the bottom of her stomach like a pebble sinking into a deep ocean. Everything was going so well and then Jonathon had to come and ruining it, as usual. Sighing heavily, Sherelle put her fork down and looked at her husband, desperately trying to fight the urge to stab him with the cutlery.

“Family, I have gathered proof and evidence that these people are vampires.”

“Oh god, dad you’re embarrassing us,” Sherelle moaned from the other side of the table.

“Vampires, cool,” Jay Riggs said, as he stared at Bat who returned Jay’s stare with a quiet sneer.

“Yes, I know you all think im mad but I’m certain that these people are vampires. And you will believe me when I reveal what is in this jar,” Jonathon said as he picked up the jar and held it in the air. “In this jar is blood.”

Jay and Sherelle gasped and Rochelle too was taken aback by her husband’s sudden revelation. She looked closely at the jar and realized that the liquid did resemble the characteristics of blood.

“How many people do you know keep blood in jars, no one. No one except Vampires that is. If we go down to their basement they have dozens and dozens of jars filled with blood. These people are vampires, I was right all along.”

Mr. Emapriv stood up from his chair and walked up to Jonathon. Jonathon was about to command Mr. Emapriv to stay back but saw the expressionless face of Mr. Emapriv and knew that Mr. Emapriv wasn’t going to harm him. Instead, Mr. Emapriv took the jar from Jonathon’s hand and broke into hysterical laugher.

“I really don’t understand why you’re laughing, I just figured out your secret,” Jonathon said, as he winced at the strangely eerie laugher.

“Indeed you have,” Mr. Emapriv said, as he clutched his belly in order to stop himself from cackling. “You have discovered our secret whine stash.”

“Whine stash? What are you talking about?”

Although still gasping for breath, Mr. Emapriv managed to summon the will to take the jar from Jonathon. He then stared at the jar for a moment before unscrewing the lid and giving the jar back to a bewildered Jonathon. “Drink it.”

“Im not drinking this, its blood,” Jonathon said as he looked into the red liquid with an expression of dissatisfaction.

“Mr. Riggs please drink it. You may just find that it’s not what you quite make it out to be.”

“Alright then, I’ll drink it. And I’ll show you its blood.” Jonathon slightly tipped the jar into his mouth so a little amount of the red liquid went onto his tongue. He then licked his lips and frowned. “That’s weird, it tastes like…”

“Wine, red wine to be exact,” Mr. Emapriv said, finishing of Jonathon’s sentence.

For a moment, Jonathon didn’t know what to say. There was no denying it, what he had just drunk now was wine and definitely not blood. He looked up and saw his family staring back at him with blatant looks of shame spread across their faces. Jonathon was not going to allow himself to be made look like an idiot in front of his family. “Well…well…what about your pale skin and your red eyes? And…and why do you cover all your windows with curtains and why is it that I saw your son carrying a coffin into the house?”

“Jonathon, that’s enough,” said Rochelle who had now stood up from her chair and seemed to have failed in hiding the veins surfacing on her head.

“Its ok, Mrs. Riggs. We get this a lot,” said Mr. Emapriv as he made his way back into his chair and sat down. “The reason we have pale skins, Mr. Riggs is because we have to use a special type of cream that protects us from sunlight because our skins are very sensitive. We close are windows because too much sunlight entering our skin could cause the cream not to work. It’s a genetic disease, passed down through our family, you see.”

“Ok, fair enough. What about your red eyes?”

“These aren’t real red eyes, Mr. Riggs, they are merely contact lenses,” said Mrs. Emapriv , taking out a pair of red contact lenses from her pocket and waving them in front of Jonathon. “We simply wear them as a fashion accessory since red is our favorite colors as a family.”

Despite feeling his earlier beliefs crumbling beneath his feet, Jonathon refused to give up. “But what about the bats and why did I see your son carrying coffins into the house?”

“I can answer for that,” Bat said as he raised his hands. “I’m a bat enthusiast and I’m working for an association that protects bats. I decided to bring my love for bats home for some while so that’s why you see them on my roof. I have permission from the council to be allowed to have bats on my roof. And for the coffin thing, I’m a carpenter and I built that coffin in this home and I brought it in because I had left it outside.”

“Well, I don’t know what to say,” Jonathon said, suddenly feeling like he was standing in front of a large crowd without any clothes on. “Im so sorry, I just thought--”

“Its ok, Mr. Riggs. Sometimes our imagination gets the better of us,” said Mr. Emapriv.

“Well I guess we should be going,” Rochelle said as she got of her chair gave her a husband the coldest glare possible. “I’m terribly sorry about my husband’s behavior. I hope this doesn’t come between us because I really enjoyed myself.”

“Don’t worry about it, Mrs. Riggs. If you forget about this event then so will we,” Mrs. Emapriv said.

As the Riggs family walked out the Emapriv’s house, Jonathon turned around and gave one last look at the Emapriv family who were waving at him. “I could swear it, I could swear they were vampires,” Jonathon whispered to himself before being pulled away by his wife’s hand.

“That was a close one,” Mr. Emapriv said as he closed door of the house. “The werewolves down the road were right. That Mr. Riggs knows too much about us dark creatures.”

“I know, the demons that live across the road told me that Jonathon once almost discovered their secret when they invited him and his family over for dinner,” Mrs. Emapriv said.

Mr. Emapriv picked up the jar. “If I hadn’t quickly changed the blood in this jar into wine, who knows what could have happened. Im quite surprised he fell for the cream lie though, I thought he would see straight through me.”

“Yeah, I thought he would see through my lie about the bats and mum’s lie about the contacts to explain our red eyes,” Bat said.

“That reminds me,” Mrs. Emapriv said, slapping her forehead. “Let’s go and wake up our family on the roof. Tonight is feeding night after all.”

Suddenly, the Emapriv family began to change. Their bodies twisted and turned as if it was rubber being pulled until their bodies took the form of furry, brown bats. Together, the Emapriv family flew out of the chimney and into the deep darkness of the night.

End

ConorMB · 06-30-2006, 07:19 PM

-It was quite of a shock to Rochelle to see no more than a dozen bats upon the roof of her new neighbor’s house. The bats where like fury statues, they merely stood there, surveying the surrounding houses.(Part 1)
-Last time I checked would hang from the roof, not stand.

-this new neighbors (part 2)
-shouldnt it be "this new set of neighbors"? or somthing like that?

-floor tiles where covered in black carpet(part 2)
-so...the tiles are covered? or is it just black carpet

-Jay and Rochelle gasped and Sherelle (Part 3)
- Just wondering, wasnt Sherelle the daughter? and Rochelle the wife?

-whine
-wine

-“These aren’t real red eyes, Mr. Riggs, they are merely contact lenses,” said Mrs. Emapriv , taking out a pair of red contact lenses from her pocket and waving them in front of Jonathon. “We simply wear them as a fashion accessory since red is our favorite colors as a family.”
-Thats really...really...weird...

-Mr. Emapriv picked up the jar. “If I hadn’t quickly changed the blood in this jar into wine, who knows what could have happened. Im quite surprised he fell for the cream lie though, I thought he would see straight through me.”
- Never knew Vampires could do that...

GREAT STORY, I love the ending, even though it has been done many a time, I actualy thought that my neighbors were Vampires a long time ago...although that might have been because the car in the drive way was a hurse, and they had really slick black hair, and all the guys wore suits...Then i found out they worked for a mortuary...