Vamp Gets His Wings
For a few days, after his sixteenth birthday, Vamp stayed in the castle all by himself. He was confused about his identity and wanted to come to terms with it. After all, who could blame him. It wasn’t everyday that one found out he was a vampire.
Luckily for Vamp, his father had a large library in the castle filled with all types of books. Vamp found a few old encyclopedia’s to look at. Vamp flipped through the encyclopedia’s and read what each one said about vampires. What he found was very interesting. Vamp found out that vampires turn into bats at night and they normally sucked blood from their victims necks.
Vamp knew that he would never suck the blood out from another human being. He, after all, was not that kind of vampire. Vamp was a good vampire and would therefore, sucked life into his victims.
Vamp’s victims were not really even victims because Vamp was there to help them not hurt them.
“I guess these people who I will help out will be my clients,” said Vamp to himself, laying the big thick encyclopedia down.
Vamp looked at the encyclopedia once again. He picked it up when he saw a picture of a bat on the back page of it.
“I wonder if I’m going to turn into a bat,” said Vamp. “And if I am, when will that happen?”
Vamp had a lot of unanswered questions and unfortunately for him, he had no-one that he could ask these questions, except for his sister, Melanie, whom he had just met. Vamp decided that he would have to talk to Melanie and get these questions answered once and for all.
“Melanie,” said Vamp. “Would you like to come over to my place for dinner? I have a lot of questions I would like to ask you.”
“Sure thing Vamp,” said Melanie. “I would love to.”
Melanie showed up at the castle for dinner that evening.
“Nice place,” said Melanie, impressed by his brothers living arrangements.
“Yes it is,” said Vamp. “I love this castle.”
“I can see why,” said Melanie, taking a good look around. “This place is awesome.”
“Melanie,” said Vamp, after they had finished eating their dinner. “I want to know something.”
“What?” asked Melanie. “What do you want to know?”
“Well,” said Vamp, shyly. “Am I going to turn into a bat?”
“You will,” said Melanie. “But not yet. You have to help out your first client yet. Once you have done that, then you will get your wings, so to speak.”
“Really,” said Vamp.
“Yes,” said Melanie. “Us good vampires have to earn our wings.”
“Oh,” said Vamp. “So that is how that works. I was reading the encyclopedia’s that Father had left in the library.”
“You shouldn’t go by what those old things say,” said Melanie. “You see, Vamp, we are not ordinary vampires. We are special vampires. What applies to the ordinary vampire may not apply to us.”
“Oh okay,” said Vamp. “Melanie, where will I find my first client and that is what we call them, right?”
“Yes,” said Melanie. “We call them clients because we will not hurt them. We are here to help them and your clients will come to you, Vamp.”
“Okay,” said Vamp. “Well that makes more sense to me now.”
Vamp and Melanie had a wonderful evening together. Vamp decided that he would walk Melanie home because it was getting quite late.
“You don’t have to do this,” said Melanie. “I am quite capable of walking myself home.”
“It’s okay,” said Vamp. “I really need to get out of the castle for a bit anyway.”
It was a beautiful night outside. The air was warm and the moon was shining brightly.
“Oh look,” said Melanie, pointing toward the moon. “It is a full moon.”
“We don’t act weird or anything on full moon’s do we?” asked Vamp.
“Boy,” laughed Melanie. “You sure have got a lot to learn about being a good vampire. We don’t do strange things on full moons. To us, a full moon means life. Tonight it is a very special full moon, though.”
“Why do you say that?” asked Vamp.
“Well,” pointed Melanie. “Do you see the bright ring of light around the moon?”
“Yes,” said Vamp. “I see it.”
“Well, that bright ring of light means that another good vampire is going to get his wings tonight,” said Melanie, looking into Vamp’s eyes.
“Do you think so?” said Vamp.
“Absolutely,” said Melanie.
Vamp and Melanie crossed a lonely, dark street and when they got to the other side, Vamp heard someone crying.
“Did you hear that?” asked Vamp.
“Hear what?” asked Melanie.
“That noise,” said Vamp. “It sounded like someone crying.”
“Vamp,” said Melanie, taking him by the arm and holding onto his arm tightly. “This is your big moment. Follow those cries, Vamp, follow those cries.”
Melanie let go of Vamp’s arm suddenly and Vamp stood on the corner for another second. The crying became louder.
“Vamp,” said Melanie, with an urgency in her voice. “Go, go now.”
Vamp wasted no more time. He followed the cries into an alley at the back of the department store. There he found a lonely little girl, clutching her teddy bear, crying her heart out.
“What is wrong little girl?” asked Vamp. “Why are you crying and why are you outside at such a late time as this.”
“My Daddy and Mommy are fighting,” said the little girl between sniffles.
“I see,” said Vamp.
“Daddy sometimes comes home drunk and then he and Mommy fight about it,” the little girl cried.
“That is not so good now,” said Vamp. “Is it?”
“No,” said the little girl. “I don’t like it when my Mommy and Daddy fight.”
“It would not be such a nice thing,” said Vamp. “By the way, my name is Vamp. What is your name?”
“Emily,” said the little girl. “My name is Emily.”
“Well Emily,” said Vamp, holding out his hand. “Show me where you live and I’ll take you home.”
Emily took Vamp’s hand and they started walking up the alley.
“This is the way I go home from school,” said Emily, taking Vamp on a shortcut.
“Okay,” said Vamp, not knowing where Emily was taking him.
Emily and Vamp arrived at the front door to Emily’s apartment.
“This is where I live,” said Emily.
Vamp knocked on the door. A young man opened the door and Vamp could tell he had been drinking. He could smell the liquor on his breath.
“Emily,” said the man, who was obviously Emily’s father, taking Emily’s hand.
“Where have you been?” said a young woman, who was obviously Emily’s mother, coming to the door. “We have been worried sick about you?”
“I found Emily down in the alley, across the street,” said Vamp. “She was crying.”
“Who are you?” asked Emily’s father, angrily.
“Edward!” exclaimed Emily’s mother. “Don’t be so rude? I don’t think he is going to hurt Emily.”
“No,” said Vamp. “I would never hurt Emily. When I found her, I was concerned about her and I just wanted to make sure she got home okay.”
“Well,” said Emily’s mother. “That was very kind of you.”
“Now Emily,” said Emily’s father. “What were you doing outside at this hour of the night?”
“I was scared,” said Emily.
“Scared of what?” asked her father.
“Scared that you would hurt Mommy,” said Emily.
“Sweetheart,” said Emily’s mother. “Daddy wouldn’t hurt me. We just have silly little arguments sometimes, but Daddy would never hurt us.”
“I am sorry,” said Emily’s father. “I always seem to take my frustrations at work on you and Mommy. You do know that I love you, right?”
“Yes Daddy,” said Emily. “I do. I love you and Mommy too.”
“Look,” said Emily’s father. “After you left tonight and we couldn’t find you, I decided that I am going to quit drinking.”
Emily’s father picked Emily up in his arms and held her tight.
“Oh Daddy,” said Emily, eyes glowing brightly. “Really!”
“Yes,” said Emily’s father. “Really. My drinking is starting to affect my family and I don’t ever want anything to come between me and my girls.”
Emily’s father put his arms tightly around Emily’s mother and the three of them looked so happy and content. Vamp left the three of them alone.
Vamp got to the bottom floor of the apartment building and was just about to go outside, when he felt a strong hand on his left shoulder. Vamp turned around and saw Emily’s father standing there, in the lobby with his head hung down.
“I just wanted to say thank you,” said Emily’s father. “Thank you for keeping my little girl safe.”
“You are welcome,” said Vamp, shaking the outstretched hand of Emily’s father.
With that Vamp felt so good inside. Once he stepped outside, he felt himself changing. He felt a warm glowing sensation coming from his heart. He was so glad that he was able to help out Emily.
That evening when Vamp returned home, he looked in the mirror in his bedroom and he was not surprised when he saw two wings forming underneath his t-shirt.
“I am a full-fledged vampire now,” said Vamp, getting ready to go to bed.