Archive for Uncle Tom

Allure… The Wounded

Posted in Allure, Blog Series, Entertainment, Fantasy, Fiction, Story with tags , , on July 2, 2012 by darkjade68

Allure… The Wounded

“You Must Hunt Her Down La Fon… She Shall Pay For Humiliating You…” Speaks The White Haired Vampire.

“No… She Will Come Back To Me… Of That I Am Sure…” La Fon Replies.

“She Mustered Up The Courage To Leave You… Knowing Full Well It Would Likely Be The End Of Her… What Makes You Think She Will Come Back To You…” Interjects The Vampire In The Top Hat…

“It Was Never Me That Stalked Her… No… It Was She That Found Me…” Replies La Fon As He Disappears Into His Chambers.

His Vampire Comrades Look At One Another… “I Shall Find Her” Speaks The White Haired One, His Green Eyes Glowing Fiercely…


Arram is sitting by Her Uncle Tom, eating a plate of spaghetti… Seth is talking to Zorin, and eating pizza…

Roy Millon is sitting on the other side of Arram.

Suddenly she stands, and puts her blue hair into a ponytail “I’ll be right back…” she steps away to the restroom.

Roy just stares at his large steak… But he finds he’s not hungry.

He looks up to see Uncle Tom staring at him.

“So you finance your niece to slay Vampires? If you don’t mind me asking” speaks Roy.

Uncle Tom leans forward “Oh but I do mind you asking…” he replies without breaking his gaze.

“Of course you do…” Roy replies, then stands.

Arram returns “Where are you going Roy?” she asks as he starts to walk away from the table.

“I’m going to go see if our friend is out there hunting…” he states, then disappears.

Arram’s gaze follows him, but she quickly sits back by her Uncle.

“He’s an interesting man…” Uncle Tom says.

“Uh… Yeah… I guess” Arram replies, and takes another bite of her spaghetti, swirling the noodles around her fork, then sucking them down.

“NO! NO YOUNG SIR!!” Zorin suddenly yells, and Arram and Uncle Tom both look over and see Seth trying to take Zorin’s turban.

Seth and Zorin both look at Uncle Tom and Arram.

“I wanted to try it on?” speaks Seth… Arram smiles.


There is a High School dance, and many students are outside sneaking drinks, and smokes, and chattering.

One blond girl in particular seems a bit down.

“What’s wrong Shelly?” her friends asks.

“Oh… I just thought it would be easier than this coming to the dance alone… But–” she starts to say as she plays with a small branch that has fallen from the tree behind them, but her friend interjects.

“He’s the one that cheated on you Shelly… He’s not worth your time… You’re so pretty… And Smart… You’ll meet better… Maybe this Summer?” her friend says encouraging.

“Yeah… I guess…” Shelly replies.

“Come on, lets go back in…” her friend suggests.

“Nah… I think I’m goina head home…” Shelly replies.

“Ok then, let me just get my purse from our table and I’ll take you…” her friends replies.

“No Karen, that’s alright, I’ll walk… I could use the walk anyway” Shelly says as she starts to wander off.

“Ok? If you say so…” Karen replies, then heads back into the dance.



Shelly makes her way down the sidewalk, holding her breath between each lamppost…

“Why am I so nervous tonight… I walk this way all the time…” she thinks to herself, making sure not to step on the lines on the sidewalk.

Suddenly an unusual cool air sweeps over her, and the whole area… And each time she passes a lamppost, the light pops and breaks…


She notes it, but starts to sing to herself, and rubs her arms to keep warm… But it’s not working.


“Ok… This is just weird…” she thinks to herself.

POP!” the third time it happens, she jumps inadvertently.

“Jesus!” she says out loud.

“I remember him…” a voice suddenly comes from behind her, but she starts walking faster.


“He was a good man…” the voice continues, as if it’s right behind her, though she is walking much faster now.

She starts to run…

And sweat slightly, as her heart’s pace quickens…

She runs around a corner… And he’s there.

Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, picking petals off a flower.

She stops, breathing quickly “Hello…” she says without thinking.

He looks up.

It’s too bad…” he says.

“What’s too bad?” she asks, not knowing what else to do.

“Flowers… Their lives are so short” with this he tosses the flower stem away and starts to move towards her…

She can not move… Paralyzed by his gaze… And deep… Brown eyes.

VROOMMM!” suddenly Arram’s Mustang comes around the corner, and pulls up alongside the two of them.

Roy is driving it…

“Need a lift little lady?” he asks Shelly, but is looking at the Dark Haired man.

“I… Uh…” the girl replies, unable to move.

The Vampire releases his gaze… And suddenly she can move, and jumps in the passenger side of the car.

“Sure… Thanks…” she says so very relieved.

“So if you’re taking her home… Who will watch over Arram…” speaks the Vampire.

Roy just stares at him “I do believe Uncle Tom will handle that, thanks for asking…”

He didn’t do so well last time… The Vampire says.


Suddenly the light by the car goes out, and before Roy can drive off, the Vampire is at the side of the car, his hand around Roy’s throat.

“GLECHH!” Roy gasps as he tries his best to remove the Vampire’s hand, to no avail.

“Never… Interuppt… My Feeding” he tightens the grip, Roy starts to go unconscious…




Roy is being shaken by Shelly…

“Sir… Sir… Are you alright??” she says.

Roy leaps out of the Mustang, and draws both sawed off shotguns.

“I think he’s gone…” Shelly says.

Roy is freaked out for a moment, but then gets back into the car…

“Boy I wish you were right…” he says.

VROOMMM SCREETCH!!” and drives off.


PICTURE CREDIT – Sign Up Vampire Knight

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 Eight – Wolf, Man… Vampire

Part Nine – The Escape

Part Ten – Too Late

Part Twelve – The Hunt



Twitter @DJWrittenWord

Allure… Too Late

Posted in Allure, Blog Series, Entertainment, Story, Writing with tags , , on June 30, 2012 by darkjade68

Allure… Too Late

“The Train Left The Station Sometime After Midnight… It Was Near Empty As I Sat Alone Peering Out The Window Into The Darkness… With The Full Moon Blaring, I Could See His Castle High Upon His Families Estate… There Was No Turning Back… No… It Was Too Late For That…”



Arram sits her Mother’s Book down, as Seth is Driving… She peers out her window, the wind blows through her blue hair, as the roof is down on her Convertible Mustang…

Seth is Blaring Music on the Radio, well Roy sits in the back, sharpening his over sharpened hunting knife…

Roy leans forward, and sees the book “Vampire’s Lust” sitting on the front bench seat, between Seth and Arram.

“Whatcha readen there…” he asks.

Arram grabs the book, and stuffs it in her bag… Seth turns down the radio, and is about to reply, but Arram quickly changes the channel on the radio, and turns it up…

“Music!” she says playfully, and starts dancing in her seat…

“KATY PERRY? REALLY??” says Seth loudly over the music.

Roy shakes his head, leans back in the seat, and goes back to over sharpening his knife.

The car cruises down the coastline…

As they enter a Northern Beach town, and Seth has turned down the music, Roy leans forward again.

“How do you know he’s heading this way?” Roy asks.

“I just do…” replies Arram, as she puts her hair up into a ponytail.

Seth looks at Roy “Nice, right?”

Roy sits back in his seat.

As they enter the town, Arram notices the local High School down the road to the right.

“Head over there…” she says and points towards the school.

Seth takes a right and slowly drives by it.

“This is where he’ll come…” states Arram morosely.

“He likes em young, eh?” Roy replies as he scopes the surrounding buildings.

“Easy pickings…” interjects Seth.

“And seventy five percent of them walk home…” adds Roy.

“Younger people are trusting…” adds Arram.

Seth and Roy both look at Arram.

“What? It’s true… Life hasn’t worn them down…” she continues.

They both keep looking at her.

“Or so I hear…” she finishes, now uneasy from them staring at her.

“There’s a Hotel…” Arram points up ahead.

“Right next to “Ed’s Buns”… A Burger Joint, nice” adds Seth

Arram looks back at Roy “We’re going to go get–” she starts to say, but Roy interrupts.

“Cheese Burgers and Shakes, gotcha… I’ll catch up with you…” Roy interjects.

Arram nods.

They pull into the parking lot, and Seth and Arram go to the restaurant.

Meanwhile Roy makes his way over towards the school


Roy walks around the perimeter of the school, noting nearby trees, and shadowy places where a Vampire might be waiting… Watching.



Roy arrives, and sits next to  Seth with a smile.

Seth is mildly annoyed, as Roy is huge, and takes up most of their side of the bench seating.

But he continues happily dipping french fries in his chocolate shake.

Arram once again has a Strawberry Shake, for the third day in a row.

“I thought you liked variety?” asks Roy.

“How do you know I like variety?” she replies.

“I just know” he says with a smile, and lights a cigar.

Arram takes the cigar out of his hand, and dips it in the Coke she got him.

“You can’t smoke in here…” she says.

Roy notices there’s also an extra burger and fries, and starts to eat the burger without the bun.

Seth gives him a weird look.

“It will be Summer soon…” Arram suddenly says.

Both of them look up at her from their food.

“He’ll have to change his feeding habits… The kids won’t be in school…” she continues.

“Which means he’ll be harder to track…” replies Roy with a pensive look.

The waitress arrives, one look at Roy and “Wow…” she says without thinking.

“You are a big fellow…” the waitress continues.

Suddenly she has the coke with the cigar held up  at her “Could you get him a refill please, this one has a cigar in it” speaks Arram.

“Sure dear… No problem” replies the waitress, taking one more look at Roy, who winks at her.

This does not amuse Arram.

“Either of you guys no anyone who owns an Older Like Rolls Royce…” Roy suddenly states as he glares out into the parking lot.

Arram looks at Roy.

“Cuz one just pulled in to the parking lot, and there’s like a seven foot Indian driver wearing a turban that’s heading this way, looking in at yah…” Roy finishes.

Suddenly Arram jumps out of her seat with a huge smile…

“ZORIN!!” she says loudly, runs outside, and jumps into his arms.


“Zorin! Is Uncle Tom with you??” she looks over at the Old Rolls Royce, and sees her Uncle Tom get out of the back seat, with his white ivory cane.

She runs over “Uncle Tom!” and gives him a big hug.

Meanwhile Roy and Seth had made their way out into the parking lot.

Zorin gives Roy an unpleasant look as he passes by.

Roy just looks up at him and half smiles.

“Hello my Daisy Arram…” speaks Uncle Tom, who has dark brown hair, with some grey… And a sharply cut beard.

“Daisy?” says Roy to Seth.

“Don’t ask” Seth replies.

Meanwhile in the Shadows across the street… Red Eyes Watch…


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 Eight – Wolf, Man… Vampire

Part Nine – The Escape

Part Eleven – The Wounded

Part Twelve – The Hunt

Allure… The Escape

Posted in Allure, Blog Series, Entertainment, Fantasy, Fiction, Writing with tags , , on June 26, 2012 by darkjade68

Allure… The Escape

“Two of La Fon’s Long Time Friends… And When I Say Long Time, I Mean Hundreds Of Years… Arrived To See Him… Perhaps To Seek His Counsel… For He Was Very Wise… Not Rash Like The Others Of His Kind… But He Did Not Let Them Too Close To Me, No, I Merely Wore My Best Blue Dress, And Waved Down At Them As The Three Of Them Stood At The Bottom Of The Stairs… One Of Them Wore A Top Hat, And Spoke Perfect English… It Seemed He Preferred To Blend In With Humans… He Paid Me No Mind… But The Other… The Other I Can Not Forget… The Mere Thought Of Him Gives Me The Chills… His Silver, White Hair, Down To His Shoulders… And He Did Not Try To Hide What He Was… No… Not For A Moment… I Can Still See His Glowing Green Eyes Glaring Up At Me, When I Close My Own… And His Claw Like Hand, With The Black Stoned Ring, Which He Clutched The Stair Banister With…

Tonight They Would Feed Together… The Three Of Them… Like Old Times I Suspect…

La Fon Said That They’d Likely Be Gone For Several Days… For They Travel Far, And Wide… Making Their Rounds To Some Of Their Favorite Places In The World.

This Is When I Would Make My Escape… I Only Hope That It’s Enough Time.


Arram lays in her bed, holding her mother’s book, “Vampire’s Lust”… She sits it down after reading it out loud to Seth, who is on the other bed, which is closer to the T.V.

Arram catches her breath.

“My Mother was a Romantic…” she says with doe eyes.

Seth turns and looks at her “Are you crazy… That’s not romantic, she’s going to totally ditch the guy, without even saying goodbye”, he then looks back at the T.V., whilst finishing a small carton of ice cream.

“So now you’re rooting for the Vampire?” she asks.

Seth turns back and looks at her… Is silent for a moment… “Yeah” he replies, and then goes back to watching the T.V.

Arram wearing her pink and blue, duck covered flannel pajamas, and big Sylvestor The Cat Slippers, walks over to the window, and peers out into the night.

“The three of us finally reached a very small northern town… And everything inside me said he was near…”

“Roy Millon secured us two rooms, one for Seth and I, as these days, neither of us could sleep very well alone… Two double beds as usual…”

“And Roy got his own room… Though somehow I wondered if he ever truly slept…”

“He insisted on paying for our rooms, though I have my own money… But it doesn’t seem like an act of generosity, as much as it seemed like an act of a man who doesn’t think he’s going to be around long enough to spend what he has…”

“Roy has the look of some barbaric hunter who would not rest until his prey was dead…”

“And this time, his prey, was our Vampire.”


“When we arrived in town this afternoon, Seth and I, as per usual, headed to the local burger and shake joint…”

“I sent Seth in with my order of a Cheese Burger, Curly Fries, and a Strawberry Milk Shake…”

“I liked to rotate flavors, it kept things interesting, to a degree…”

“Meanwhile I headed to a phone booth to call my uncle Tom, something he suggested over me using my cell phone to call him…”


Uncle Tom sits in a dark room, with a fire… Smoking a pipe, with his cane leaned up against his lavish easy chair.

RING” Uncle Tom’s phone rings, and he picks up.

“Hello Daisy… I mean Arram… Sorry about that.”

“I will make a deposit for you today… No problem.”

“What??” with this Tom stands, almost losing his balance, he reaches for his cane to regain balance.

“What Hunter is this??” he speaks as he walks over to his living room window, and opens the dark curtains… Letting in a great deal of sunlight, he flinches from it for a moment, then adjusts.

“Anyone else you bring into this, will only be in danger Arram…”

“Saved your life?”

“Brought himself into it eh…”

“Very well… But I want you to start calling me more frequently now…”

“No… For now on, call me on my cell phone… I will be traveling for a while…”

He hangs up his phone.

“Time I intervened…”

Uncle Tom walks with cane over to an elaborate chest, and opens it with a Large, Old looking Skeleton Key from around his neck.

CREEE” is the sound it makes as it opens…

Within it, there all manner of weapons and strange objects…

Three Large Crossbows, old in nature… Three or more Silver Sabres… Several Vials of some form of liquid, which he holds up in the light… Also, several small mirrors, and many, many unrecognizable objects.

“ZORIN!!” he yells, and a 7 Foot man, with dark skin, and a turban enters the room.

“Yes my Lord…” the man replies in a deep, middle eastern, calm voice.

“Load the Old Rolls Royce… We’re going on a trip” Uncle Tom demands.

“Yes My Liege…” the man responds, and slightly bows.

Uncle Tom then smacks the chest with his cane “And bring this thing with us… Just throw it in the trunk” he finishes.


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 Eight – Wolf, Man… Vampire

Part Ten – Too Late

Part Eleven – The Wounded

Part Twelve – The Hunt



Twitter @DJWrittenWord

Allure… Uncle Tom

Posted in Allure, Blog Series, Entertainment, Fiction, Story with tags , , on May 27, 2012 by darkjade68

Allure… Uncle Tom

by DarkJade-

Part One – Daisy Arram

Part Two – No Invitation Needed

“Something seemed Strange about La Fon today… As if he knew… This couldn’t last.”

Arram stands in a phone booth, reading her “Vampire’s Lust” Romance Novel, as the phone rings on the other end.

“Yeah… Uncle Tom??” she sits the book down in the phone booth.

“Uh huh… Uh huh… Yeah… I’m fine… I–” she tries to speak but Uncle Tom fills her ear.

“Sure… Yeah… $300 is fine… Yeah… Yeah… Ok… Thank you Uncle Tom” she’s about to hang up, but continues to speak.

“Oh and Uncle Tom? You were right about bringing the Crossbow… Uh huh… Ok” she hangs up.

Meanwhile Seth is sprawled out in the back seat of Arram’s Mustang, his feet sticking out the window, Ipod blaring, while playing a hand held video game.

“Do you really have to sit your feet on my window sill?” Arram says in her “annoyed” tone, as she gets into the car and starts the engine.

VROOOM!!” though the car looks run down, its engine purrs.

They make their way down the road, Arram seems lost in thought.

“SHOOT!!” she suddenly hits the breaks…


Seth slides off the back seat, and on to the back seat floor.

“WHAT THE HELL ARRAM!!??” he yells.

Meanwhile Arram swings the car around and drives back to the phone booth

“I totally forgot my book!!” she explains in panic.

As she approaches, she can see that it’s still inside the phone booth.

“So what?? What is it with you and that trashy book??!!” Seth says.

She pulls up to the phone booth, gets out, grabs the book, and gets back in the car.

SLAM” goes the door.

“This isn’t just a trashy Vampire Romance Book…” she steps on the gas, as Seth is climbing up to the front seat of the car.


“This is a Trashy Vampire Book that My Mom Wrote!!” she explains.

With this Seth looks at the Author Page of the book.

“Miranda Bloom??” he says.

“That’s a Ghost Name…” she replies.

“Ghost Name??” Seth looks at her confused, as they make their way North up the Expressway.

“You know… A fake name that Authors sometimes use, as opposed to using their real names” she explains.

“Oh… But this picture isn’t your Mom?” he holds up the book, and there’s an older woman in the picture.

“It’s a Ghost Photo” with this she grabs the book, and sits it back on the bench seat.

“I didn’t know your Mom was a Writer?” Seth explains.

“Yeah well…” she looks over at him “Neither did I”.


A couple hours north, they pull into a town, and she pulls up to a bank.

“I need to grab some cash out of my account, then we’ll get something to eat” she explains, jumps out of the car, and takes cash out with her bank card.

Meanwhile Seth peers around the town suspiciously, noticing how quiet it is.

Arram jumps back in “Ready?” she says, and Seth nods.


The two of them have Burgers, Fries, and Milk Shakes on the table as they feast away… Arram’s Shake is Strawberry, and Seth’s is Chocolate.

SLUUURPPP… SLUUURRPPP” Seth finishes his with a Slurp.

“That dude had claws Arram…” Seth suddenly says.

Arram looks at him, not really knowing what to say “I know.”

“And he was super strong… Like… Unnaturally” he continues, but Arram just kind of nods in agreement.

“And his eyes glowed red…” she finishes…

SLUUURPPP… SLUUURRPPP” she finishes her shake as well.

“Kinda like a Vampire… Or somethen” he replies.

She shakes her head… “Yeah… Kinda like a Vampire.”

Seth knows better than to continue the subject, so he switches it.

“This is a really quiet town Arram” Seth says, and with this Arram looks around the Diner, where there is basically one other person sitting at the counter, smoking a cigarette and drinking coffee.

“You’re right…” she replies.

“Do you think he’s already here?” Seth asks.

Arram lets her Bright Blue Hair out of her Ponytail “I don’t know… Maybe”.

“Didn’t he say to stop following him?” Seth says nonchalantly as he dips three french fries into a great dollop of Ketchup.

“Seth… If you want to go home… Go home… I’m not stopping you” she says to him with a stern look.

He looks up at her “Nah… This is way too much fun.”

“HaHaHa” They both laugh.

Suddenly without even hearing him, the man who was at the counter stands at their table, cigarette in mouth, drinking away at his coffee… He’s maybe a 60 something year old, warn out dude.

“I recon you two are the reason that young, slick fellow is standing out in the parking lot looking in here?” the man says.

Arram and Seth look at one another not wanting to look out the window.

Finally Aram does…

And there’s a well dressed thirty something year old man in a very nice suit standing by Aram’s car, looking in at them, and waving for them to come outside.

“Phew!!” they both let out sighs of relief when they see that it isn’t… Him.



Part One – Daisy Arram

Part Two – No Invitation Needed

Part Four – The Night Will Come

Part Five – Tall… Light… And Armed

Part Six – Cold Night

Part Seven – Guests With No Breath

Part Eight – Wolf, Man… Vampire

Part Nine – The Escape

Part Ten – Too Late

Part Eleven – The Wounded

Part Twelve – The Hunt