Meeting Michael: A Vampire Story
by Margann Laurissa
(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)
One dark, windy night, at the campground I stay at during the summer, I was returning to my trailer after chatting with a friend. I wasn't wearing my glasses so it was a bit hard for me to see. As I was walking, I saw a dark figure standing in the middle of the road in between a row of trailers and the playground. It stood there, motionless. As I got closer, I heard and saw something flapping behind it. When I was as close as I could be, I realized that it was a young man. He was handsomely dressed. He wore a white dress shirt and black dress pants, black dress shoes and a long black cape. That was the flapping I heard; it was his cape behind him.
I looked at his face. It was remarkably familiar; he looked considerably like the hockey player Erik Gudbranson. There were, however, some obvious dissimilarities between the two of them. This young man had significantly darker eyes. His hair was shoulder-length and ramrod straight. He stood about 5'6" or 5'7" tall, nearly half a foot shorter than his lookalike. His lips were darker. His skin was paler. Despite it all, the facial similarity was overwhelming. When I looked at him, he did not say a word. I wanted to speak but I felt as though I could not. I turned back to be on my way but, for a split second, I looked over my shoulder to see if he was still behind me. He wasn't; he was gone. I looked around and not a soul was around me. Before I knew it, I felt a hand on my shoulder, then my forehead. I lost consciousness after that.
I woke up the next morning in my bed at my trailer. I took out my dog and I then decided to go on a wood hunt. The wind from the night before had loosened many long branches from the trees in the playground, my favourite spot to find sticks. It was still cold and windy the next morning; dark, ominous clouds filled the sky so there was no sunshine. After I brought my dog inside, since he wanted to nap on my bed, I went to the playground. I came and went with sticks a few times and, on my fourth trip, I saw something lying still on the grass. I was scared but curious. I went over to it. It was a body of a young man. The eyes were closed; the hands were crossed over the chest. I recognized him. It was the same one I had seen the night before. He was not moving, not breathing, no heartbeat at all. He was dressed the same except for a black sweater instead of a white dress shirt and black cape.
Suddenly, I felt an incredible compulsion. I do not understand why it happened as it did. I kissed his cold, dark lips with a kiss so passionate that it felt as though I had done it several times before. He still did not awaken. I went back to my trailer and I retrieved a steak knife. Placing it in a Ziploc bag, I returned to his body. I took the knife out of the bag and I placed my left wrist over his face. Using my right hand, I dug the blade into the skin on my wrist. Blood began to drip slowly onto his lips. This awakened him. His mouth opened and he sat up. He grabbed my wrist with both hands and he pulled me closer. He slowly drank the blood from the slit in my wrist. It stained his mouth and chin quite rapidly. After he was finished, he opened his eyes. They were crimson. He had fangs in his mouth.
I had rescued a vampire.
"You're not afraid of me?" he asked. He was bewildered.
"No, I'm not," I answered as he licked the blood off of his fingers and face. I told him my name was Margie. He told me that his name was Michael.
"I am really sorry but I need more," Michael continued. "I am very weak right now." He had tears in his eyes. I set the knife down and I sat closer to him. I bared my shoulder and neck. I told him to drink. I could tell he was initially reluctant but I told him that, if he did not, he would die. Placing his hand under my chin, he sank his fangs into my neck. I felt the blood stream down from the wounds. After a while, he retreated. He thanked me for saving him; he was not ready to die.
Michael and I talked for a while after that. We became friends that day. He told me about his life, both human and vampire. Everything was so fascinating. He currently lives in my hometown and, pretending to be a 14-year-old boy (as that was the age he was when turned), he started going to school, too. I know that he and I will be friends forever.
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