“As We Lay There In The Night, Within His Large, Dark Canopy Bed… His Arms Wrapped Tightly Around Me… I Could Feel His Cool Breath Against The Back Of My Neck… And I Knew… Yes I Knew… I Could Not Stay”
A NORTHERN FOREST
IN A GRAVEYARD
Roy Milon stands, both Sawed Off Shot Guns Pulled, with some 8 or so Zombies Exiting the Graves… And The Wolf had ran off.
“Alright Then… If It’s a Fight You Want… It’s A Fight You’ll Get” he speaks more to himself, then the Zombies.
He lets off several shots, knocking some limbs off the Zombies, but of course they kept comen… As Zombies do.
When Suddenly the Rumble of Arram’s Mustang could be heard from behind him, entering the graveyard…
The Roof is down, Arram is Driving, and Seth is in the Passenger Seat…
“GET IN!!” yells Arram to Roy, which he does after taking a few more shots…
He then leaps into the back of the Mustang, and they tear off!
“Oh, now there’s Zombies??!! Great” speaks Seth, as Roy gets himself situated in the back seat,
“Seen worse…” replies Roy with a half smile.
Roy then looks back at the graveyard only to see the Green Oozing Myst surrounding the graveyard dissipate, and the Zombies returning to their vacant graves.
“Creepy” Roy says under his breath, as he reloads his Shotguns…
Arram looks back at Roy in her rear view mirror…
“Even dirty this guys still good looken…” she thinks to herself. I may only be 16, but I’m not dead.
“So Listen! We were thinken–” she starts to say back to Roy, but he cuts her off.
“I’m In!” he replies.
“Cool, so we’ll be like the “A Team” right?” says Seth looking at Arram who ignores him, then back at Roy…
“Uh… Sure kid” Roy replies.
“More like “Scooby and his Gang” Arram says under her breath, as the Mustang makes its way out of the Forest.
A NEARBY CLIFF OVERLOOKING THE OCEAN
The Dark Man they’ve been following stands looking over the ocean, as the sea wind blows through him.
He wears is typical all black attire, with a dark purple vest.
“Your Daughter won’t just leave me be my love…”
His eyes swirl a black, red, and purple… Glowing.
“I’m afraid either she, or I, won’t make it out of this thing alive…”
“Well… I’m already not alive… But you get my drift…”
BACK IN THE MUSTANG
ON AN INTERSTATE HEADING NORTH
“So your Uncle sends you money? To fight Vampires??… A bit odd, don’t you think?” Roy says to Arram.
“Yes!” replies Seth.
“Shut up Seth!” Arram says, and slugs him in the arm.
“Yes… And no” Arram then replies to Roy.
“He doesn’t “Send” me money… He deposit it into My Account…” she explains.
“And it comes from my inheritance from My Mother… He’s The Trustee of My Mother’s Estate” she explains, a bit awkwardly, as she’s only 16.
“So Your Mom Had Money!!??” Seth blurts out.
“Well… No… Not exactly… I don’t know, I’m just a kid…” Arram replies.
She then lets down her blue hair, and looks in the mirror again at Roy who is casting his gaze out the window.
She quickly looks away.
“Barely…” Roy replies without looking away from the view.
“Hey! Keep your Creepy!! Late Twenties!! Eyes To Yourself There Conan!!” Seth lets out at Roy, who just smiles back at him…
“Conan… I like that” Roy replies…
Arram smiles to herself.
The Mustang Tears down the Road…
PICTURE CREDIT – Noctis Lucis
Part One – Daisy Arram
Part Two – No Invitation Needed
Part Three – Uncle Tom
Part Four – The Night Will Come
Part Five – Tall… Light… And Armed
Part Six – Cold Night
Part Seven – Guests With No Breath
Part Nine – The Escape
Part Ten – Too Late
Part Eleven – The Wounded
Part Twelve – The Hunt