Discovery
Michael awoke to find himself in a strange
room. Everything was dark, and he couldn’t make out exactly
where he was. He ran his hand over the wall and found it to be made of
rough, cold stones. He stood up shakily and put his hand out to steady
himself. He pulled back his hand as it touched something wet and sticky
on the wall. He brought his hand close enough to his face to see what
it was. Blood.
Michael shivered. He tried not to think about where
the blood would have come from as he wiped it off on his pants. He
looked around the room as his eyes started to adjust to the light.
It was then that he noticed something he
hadn’t before. There in the corner was something white. Very
white, in fact.
“Why didn’t I see that before?” he
thought to himself. It was then that he saw that his glasses were
missing. He was pondering where they might have gone when something
caught his eye. The white thing had moved. It was only a slight
movement, but it was unmistakable.
Michael was overjoyed. Perhaps there was another
person here, one that could help him. He squinted. It was so hard for
him to see without his glasses. But even without them, he could tell
that this was definitely another person. The white thing he had seen
must have been the person’s hand.
Michael wasn’t an idiot though. He very
cautiously moved closer to try and get a better look. He hoped that the
mysterious person hadn’t seen him yet.
As Michael moved forward, he began to be able to
make out the person’s shape more clearly. He could see that the
person must be male, and very tall by the look of him, though he was
apparently sitting down at that moment. He was extremely pale, as was
evident by his hand, which was gently tapping his knee.
Michael felt reassured. The reason he had missed
this person in the first place was because of his black clothing. It
all made sense now.
Michael looked up. The man was looking straight at
him. Michael saw its mouth curved up in a malicious smile. He grew
afraid and started to shake. There was just something wrong about him.
“This can’t be happening to
me…” he mumbled quietly.
“Oh, but it is,” the man responded.
Michael flinched and slowly brought his face up to meet the
person’s eyes.
Waiting
Orlock sat in a corner of the room, waiting for the
young man to awaken. He had been sitting there since he brought the man
here. He had found him only a few miles away.
Which in truth was a very good thing. It had been
maybe thirty minutes since it started. At the time, it had hit Orlock
so suddenly he had to sit down.
He had realized how long it had been since he had
taken blood. He needed it, he knew. It was a craving, of sorts. Like
when a pregnant woman asks for pizza rolls, you had better get her
pizza rolls.
It was terribly frustrating to want something so
badly. It had nearly turned Orlock into one of those idiotic vampires
that kill every human they come by.
Orlock smiled. He has much more finesse than that.
So when he found a human, he decided to bring it back here and possibly
get a show to go along with his meal.
It was beginning to get a little tiring though. The
man had woken up and went through all the usual stages; bewilderment,
fear, and even realization started to dawn on him, and still the human
had not noticed him sitting there.
Orlock tapped his finger on his knee in annoyance.
It almost wasn’t worth it some days. The waiting was almost
intolerable, but that face they make when it finally hits them is
almost as good as the blood itself. And so he decided to suffer through
a few more minutes of this before killing the human.
But it turned out he didn’t have to wait too
much longer. That slight movement of his hand had finally caused the
human to look at him. The human squinted, and tried to move closer to
Orlock, presumably to try and reason what Orlock was.
Orlock could see the fear beginning to rise inside
the man. He started to quake in fear and whispered “This
can’t be happening to me…”
“Oh, but it is,” Orlock proclaimed.
The man flinched and slowly looked up into
Orlock’s face.
Disappointing
Orlock laughed out loud, showing off his sharp
fangs, as the young man quailed and shrank back into the corner after
looking him in the eyes. That was precisely the look he had been
waiting for.
With that, Orlock slowly stood up and advanced upon
the young man.
“W-wait, please, don’t kill me. I
promise, if you let me go, I…I…I don’t know what
I’ll do, but please, can’t you just let me go?” the
man pleaded.
Orlock shook his head. “No, I can’t do
that. I really need the blood now, which is why I’m trying to
hurry this along. I usually take more time with these things you
know.”
The man nodded. “I see. Well if you must, then
please hurry. I’d like to die quickly.”
Orlock frowned. “You know, you’re not
taking this like most people do in your situation.”
“I know,” the man replied. “But
that’s just the way it is. I would rather not die, but I
don’t really have a choice. Besides, I have something that you
don’t have. I have God. That’s right, I go to heaven and
you go to hell. I have nothing to fear.”
Orlock descended upon him so fast, the man
didn’t even have time to blink. Orlock ripped into his throat and
wrenched the skin open, spilling blood all over the floor. He drank
hungrily for a minute before letting the body fall and licking his
lips.
Orlock looked disdainfully down at the crumpled heap
at his feet and scowled.
“Well that did nothing for me.”
Funny Story
“So I was holding him just like this,”
Orlock explained. “And his feet were dangling an inch above the
floor. Did I mention that I broke his legs? I’m sorry I guess I
forgot. So I broke his legs and they were just dangling there and he
keeps screaming about how much it hurts.
That got annoying after awhile so I clamped down on
his throat to make him be quiet. Then he started making these horrible
croaking noises and that was even worse than the screaming so I
squeezed his throat even harder.
Well then I guess he got mad because he started
trying to claw my face. That of course got me angry, so I clamped his
neck really hard a little too hard I guess-and then-you won’t
believe this-his eyes shot out of his head!
I was very surprised so I loosened my grip on him
and he starts screaming again. It was at that point that I had decided
to just kill him and get it over with. I tried to break his neck but I
accidentally only broke his back. I couldn’t believe it, but it
was so funny! So then I tried to stab him but it didn’t kill him
and he just kept screaming and screaming. At that point I
couldn’t even see straight I was laughing so hard.
When I finally calmed down-listen here, this
part’s great! – He was dead! He had bled to death while I
was laughing.”
Orlock laughed, recalling the man’s face.
He looked at the trembling girl he was holding. She
was looking at him in horror and was sobbing.
“What, you didn’t think it was
funny?” he asked.
Remembering
“Please no!! I swear to God, if you let me go
I’ll give you gold! Lots of gold! Just please don’t kill
me!!
Orlock had been listening to this man rave for over
an hour, and he was starting to get bored. But hearing the man’s
attempt at bribery made me laugh.
“I’m sorry,” Orlock said. “I
usually try to wait until I’m out of the room to start laughing.
Please, go on.”
The man stared at Orlock helplessly, his eyes still
begging to be freed.
“Oh, you’re done now? Good, I was
getting very hungry,” Orlock, stated as he walked towards the man.
“Wait! Please no! I don’t want to
die!” the man begged.
“I wouldn’t expect you to. No one wants
to die. But if you really had a desire to live, you would’ve been
more aware of how easy it is to die.” Orlock responded.
“Think about what you’re doing!
Please!” the man cried out.
“I have,” Orlocke responded.
“Unsettling, isn’t it?”
“Please! Think back to when you were human!
There must be some piece of humanity left in you!” he pleaded.
Orlock stopped to think. He could remember back when
he was a little boy. He saw the neighbor’s dog and managed to
coax it over. He pet the dog’s head before reaching behind him
for a large rock and beating the dog’s face in.
“No, can’t say as I have any humanity
left. I highly doubt that I ever did. Now, on to more pressing matters.
I need your help.”
“H-Help?” the man asked uncertainly.
“Yes,” Orlock answered. “I’m
writing a book. It’s called 125 Ways to Kill a Human with a
Spork. Congratulations, you’re number ninety-eight.”
End