Gia opened her screeching screen door and knocked. No one answered so she cracked the front door looking inside. It was dark, her mother usually did this. Leave the blinds closed, especially on days she’s upset. Gia could only make out the velvet colored couch in the middle of the living room. Their brown coffee table in front of it. An ashtray sat in the middle of it, and Beer cans.
Has someone else been here? Or did mom get really drunk?
Gia continued opening the door and came in. Now she could see clearly. The wooden walls were polished and clean. There was a staircase to the other side leading upward. Gia continued into the kitchen. Its brown marble counters pulled all the color together. Another stash of beer cans sat on the table, as well as a pot of water on the stove. It wasn’t turned on or anything, even know it looked as if someone was going to make pasta. She picked up one of the boxes and examined it. There was a slight little droplet of blood on it.
Maybe she got a paper cut? Gia asked herself.
She headed to the stairs and to her room. She set her backpack on her chair. Gia took her notebook out putting in another entry when she heard a clatter.She dropped the book out of her small hands.
“Mom?” she asked looking out into the hallway.
No one was there, she continued down the hallway to her mothers room. The door was open, and her mother was sprawled on the bed. Gia walked to her putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Mom,” she said gently shaking her.
She felt a warm fluid trickle down her hand. Gia pulled it away and looked at the red blood. Panic went through her.
“Mom” she said in almost a cry.
She grabbed a hand towel from her mother's dresser drawer. Gia dabbed some of the blood off to try and see where it was coming from. It was from two punctures on her neck. Chills went down Gia back.
What kind of animal would do this?
She reached for the phone on her side table dialing 911.Her mother had thought her the number when she got cancer. Gia put the phone to her ear ready to press call.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a voice said from behind her.
Gia jumped up spinning around. A shadow stood in the doorway blood dripping from his hands and down his chin. she felt a scream skit up in her throat. Gia’s body was to in shock to scream for help. The shadow moved toward the light at the window seal, she got a glimpse of white fangs.
A vampire? She asked herself.
He moved toward her his arm out. Gia ducked under it running for the stairs. She slightly stumbled running down them. She heard the front door click, locking her in. Gia twisted and turned the handle, but it didn’t open. She looked back up the stairs and saw him walking toward them.
A weapon, she said, I need a knife.
Gia ran into the kitchen going through the drawers.
No, no, yes! She said pulling out a sharp one.
It shined from the light off the moon. Gia ducked behind one of the counters staying very still. She heard as the clicking sound of shoes headed toward her. She closed her eyes tightly turning away.
Please don’t see me, please just go away!