Read Online Adduné - the Vampire's Game by Wendy Potocki - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Wendy Potocki
Ads: Link
was movin’ to the side! I jumped when it hit the ground. I leaned over and looked inside. Damn it to hell, sir! To my everlasting shame, I looked inside!”
Figgs looked up at Reginald. It was a face begging for answers. Reginald hoped he had one for him. Figgs swallowed softly and ran his hand through his hair. He wiped back tears as he continued in a voice that was no louder than a faint breath.
“ It was a vampire.”
“ A what?”
“ It’s what I saw, sir. A vampire. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I couldn’t move. Not when he looked at me. He sat up and growled like a mad dog. Then he opened his mouth and I saw them teeth. Long and sharp. They could tear through anyone and I was an inch from ‘em. His eyes were like hell itself – they were burning through me. I wanted to run, but couldn’t. He drew back his lips and made this sound. Just like this … sssssssssssssss.”
Reginald’s body reacted to the low hissing sound. He wanted to put his hands over his ears, but didn’t. It was a primal sound and one that Reginald found disturbing. It was the sound an animal makes before it attacks.
“ I know what you’re thinking, sir. That I’m crazy! Or making this up, but look! Look at my hands and how bad they’re shakin’ just from me telling you about it! It’s even worse when I’m having the dream ‘cause there was so much more! Things I can’t even describe. Like what he looked like! His skin was grey and there was this horrid black smudged around his eyes. His lips were withered and a bright red– like they’d been painted, only they weren’t! And he laughed at me, sir! He laughed right in my face and I felt the spray of warm saliva land on my face and I wanted to wipe it away, but didn’t have time because when he opened his mouth, I knew I had to get away, but he grabbed me right round the back of my head! I felt his long nails dig right into the back of my scalp as he held me! I couldn’t get away! He put his mouth on my neck and bit me! Right here!” he said pointing to the skin of his neck that covered his jugular vein. “I felt his teeth go in. I tried pullin’ away, but I couldn’t! I tried to scream, but nothin’ came out! I was held there feeling him suckin’ the life out of me!! Drinkin’ my blood! Makin’ these sounds and there wasn’t a blessed thing I could do about it! Nothing! I was caught – trapped – and I was going to die!”
Figgs dropped his head on the table again. He was crying hysterically – mumbling almost incoherently about there being more. Reginald sat speechless not knowing what to do. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Surely, it was no more than a bad dream, but if it were only a bad dream, then why was Figgs so upset? Why was there this cold? And why the unearthly presence of evil?
From behind Reginald came a sound.
“ Sssssssssst!”
Reginald flinched. He turned quickly, jumping to his feet. It was the stew boiling over. He’d forgotten all about it.
“ Oh, the blasted stew!” he exclaimed as he ran to the stove. He grabbed an oven mitt and lifted the pot. He turned off the flame setting down the iron kettle to the side. He opened the lid and thrust the spoon into thick gravy. He saw that just the bottom was burned. The rest would be fine. He was no longer hungry, but at least Miranda could eat.
The slight emergency with the stew had established a normalcy. It allowed Reginald to think clearly for the first time since Figgs had started relating his relentless tale. Reginald felt his mind clicking into gear along familiar ground. Figgs had said he’d been watching the telly. That meant he might have watched a movie – perhaps one about a vampire? Some of those movies would scare anyone. With the changes in the temperature, falling asleep, the death of Arthur Perry, and the belief he saw something … everything might have snowballed until it became one big overwhelming
Figgs looked up at Reginald. It was a face begging for answers. Reginald hoped he had one for him. Figgs swallowed softly and ran his hand through his hair. He wiped back tears as he continued in a voice that was no louder than a faint breath.
“ It was a vampire.”
“ A what?”
“ It’s what I saw, sir. A vampire. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I couldn’t move. Not when he looked at me. He sat up and growled like a mad dog. Then he opened his mouth and I saw them teeth. Long and sharp. They could tear through anyone and I was an inch from ‘em. His eyes were like hell itself – they were burning through me. I wanted to run, but couldn’t. He drew back his lips and made this sound. Just like this … sssssssssssssss.”
Reginald’s body reacted to the low hissing sound. He wanted to put his hands over his ears, but didn’t. It was a primal sound and one that Reginald found disturbing. It was the sound an animal makes before it attacks.
“ I know what you’re thinking, sir. That I’m crazy! Or making this up, but look! Look at my hands and how bad they’re shakin’ just from me telling you about it! It’s even worse when I’m having the dream ‘cause there was so much more! Things I can’t even describe. Like what he looked like! His skin was grey and there was this horrid black smudged around his eyes. His lips were withered and a bright red– like they’d been painted, only they weren’t! And he laughed at me, sir! He laughed right in my face and I felt the spray of warm saliva land on my face and I wanted to wipe it away, but didn’t have time because when he opened his mouth, I knew I had to get away, but he grabbed me right round the back of my head! I felt his long nails dig right into the back of my scalp as he held me! I couldn’t get away! He put his mouth on my neck and bit me! Right here!” he said pointing to the skin of his neck that covered his jugular vein. “I felt his teeth go in. I tried pullin’ away, but I couldn’t! I tried to scream, but nothin’ came out! I was held there feeling him suckin’ the life out of me!! Drinkin’ my blood! Makin’ these sounds and there wasn’t a blessed thing I could do about it! Nothing! I was caught – trapped – and I was going to die!”
Figgs dropped his head on the table again. He was crying hysterically – mumbling almost incoherently about there being more. Reginald sat speechless not knowing what to do. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Surely, it was no more than a bad dream, but if it were only a bad dream, then why was Figgs so upset? Why was there this cold? And why the unearthly presence of evil?
From behind Reginald came a sound.
“ Sssssssssst!”
Reginald flinched. He turned quickly, jumping to his feet. It was the stew boiling over. He’d forgotten all about it.
“ Oh, the blasted stew!” he exclaimed as he ran to the stove. He grabbed an oven mitt and lifted the pot. He turned off the flame setting down the iron kettle to the side. He opened the lid and thrust the spoon into thick gravy. He saw that just the bottom was burned. The rest would be fine. He was no longer hungry, but at least Miranda could eat.
The slight emergency with the stew had established a normalcy. It allowed Reginald to think clearly for the first time since Figgs had started relating his relentless tale. Reginald felt his mind clicking into gear along familiar ground. Figgs had said he’d been watching the telly. That meant he might have watched a movie – perhaps one about a vampire? Some of those movies would scare anyone. With the changes in the temperature, falling asleep, the death of Arthur Perry, and the belief he saw something … everything might have snowballed until it became one big overwhelming
Similar Books
