Shrieks From The Shadows: Once Bitten, Twice Shy- Chapter Five

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN, my dear readers.

 The day for screams is at hand.  I hope you all have a frightening night full of screams and terror (and good candy).

 

 

But before you go out on your haunting night, we have this story to finish.  Yes, the final chapter is here.  I have deeply enjoyed writing this, and hope you enjoyed reading this.  

 

So, with nothing else to do, let's find out what happens with Mark, Arnold, Emily, and the two vampires.  

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    Hi, I'm Lack Lunason. I'm called that because I lack many things, and I'm a lunatic. I just put son on the end to make it sound more like a viking name. I'm also a Christ follower.

 

      Here are just a few things that I am:

  1. A procrastinator.
  2. Nice (mostly).
  3. Kind (don't listen to those that say otherwise).
  4. Adventurous.
  5. Lazy.
  6. A dreamer.
  7. And I'm slightly crazy.

     I've been around SoD for a long time. I think I was one of the first thousand to leave Berk and sail to the school. I'm happily part of the bold clann known as POTATO BROTHERS. I have over four-thousand trouphies, although, I don't like racing much. On the other hand, I'm a master farmer.

 

     I will spare you the details of how much I like HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON and just skip to my favorite things  about HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON. My favorite dragon would probably be the Terrible Terror. My favorite viking is Tuffnut. My favorite villain is actually not a villain any longer. It's Dagur.

 

  On the ranking on the forum, I've completed/on the following: Jarl, Forager, Wilderness Explore, Viking Warrior, Dragon Trainer, Drott, Dragon Master,Chief, Berk's Power Player, and......

 

SUPREME VIKING CHAMPION

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Now onto some random stuff. This part will grow over time.

 

Fan-Fiction And Short Stories:

 

Shrieks From The Shadows Series:

 

Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Chapter 1    Chapter 2    Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5

 

Things I am a Fan of

 

How To Train Your Dragon

 

 

GODZILLA

 

TEETITANS

 

Lego Elves

 

Quotes I love

 

"Once I set the sea alight with a single fiery breath....

Once I was so mighty that I thought my name was death....

Sing out loud until you're eaten, song of melancholy bliss....

For the mighty and the middling all shall come to THIS...."

The Green Death, How To Train Your Dragon: book 1. Cressida Cowell.

 

"WE WILL FIGHT THEM ON THE BEACHES! WE WILL FIGHT THEM IN THE BRACKEN! WE WILL FIGHT THEM IN THOSE BOGGY MARSHY BITS THAT ARE SO DIFFICULT TO WALK THROUGH WITHOUT LOSING YOUR SHOES! WE WILL NEVER SURRENDER!"

Stoick The Vast. How To Train Your Dragon: Book 5. Creessida Cowell.

 

"I sailed so far to be a King, but the time was never right.....

I lost my way on a stormy past, got wrecked in starless night....

But let my heart be wrecked by hurricanes and my ship by stormy weather....

I know I am a Hero...and a Hero is....FOREVER!

In another time, another place, I could have been a King....

But in my castle's ruined towers the lonely seabirds sing.....

I burned up my Tomorrows, I cannot go back ever....

But I am still a Hero....and a Hero is.......FOREVER!

Up with your sword and strike at the gale......

Ride the rough seas for those waves are your home......

Winters may freeze but our hearts do not fail.....

Heroes.......Hearts......FOREVER!

You are never alone if the sea is your friend......

Riding the waves of impossible quests.....

If it doesn't end well, then it isn't the end.....

A Hero.....Fights.....FOREVER!

The hero cares not for a wild winter's storm.....

For it carries him swift on the back of the wave.....

All may be lost and our hearts may be worn.....

BUT A HERO.....FIGHTS.....FOREVER!"

Grimbeard the Ghastly's Last Song. How To Train Your Dragon: Book 11 and 12. Cressida Cowell.

 

"That's how we're going to win. Not by fighting what we hate, but by saving what we love."

Rose. Star Wars: The Last Jedi.

 

      That's about it. I give full credit for.....well, everything, to GOD. Have a good day. And, in the words of a Vulcan, "Live long and prosper."

 

Bye for now!

 

 

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This is the final chapterm you're reading this backwards!

 

CHAPTER FIVE

Monster Clash

 

 

     “Then the vampire chased us through the graveyard and tried to kill us. If it wasn’t for pure luck, both Arnold and I would have died. We got away and decided the next day that we needed to go after it since it had seen our faces. The rest you know.” Mark concluded his story and leaned back slightly.

 

     Emily took a breath, trying to comprehend all that info. It did explain what happened the night before, but it seemed too spectacular, and terrifying, to actually be true. She glanced over at Arnold in the hopes that he would suddenly shout, “GOT YOU!” and the whole thing could be false. But alas, Arnold was staring at his door, no trace of joy on his face.

 

     Emily looked down at the floor and put forth the only logical question. “What’s our next move?”

 

     Mark spoke slowly as he responded. “This has to end, and we’re the only ones who actually know what’s going on. There are at least two vampires in this town and we’re not safe until they’re both gone.”

 

     “Mark’s right.” Arnold stated as he got to his feet. “I’m sure you both heard there was another murder last night. It was Tyler from school.”

 

     “Let’s make sure that that’s the last death.” Mark said with an air of determination.

 

     “That’s what I was going to suggest.” Arnold replied. “I looked on a map and noticed that Tyler’s house was pretty close to the graveyard. I figure that the first vampire is still there somewhere. It must have avoided the police by hiding somewhere amongst the crypts. I say we go there again tonight and take that one out. I still have half a bottle of holy water and there’s plenty of garlic in the house.”

 

     Mark got to his feet. “I’m ready to do this if you guys are.”

 

     “There’s nothing else to be done.” Arnold walked towards Mark. “We’ll meet on Hummingbird Lane tonight at ten again.”

 

     Emily jumped up and stood next to her brother. “I’m in too. These vampires need to leave Trevorston.”

 

     A thin smile crossed Mark’s lips. “See you there. Both of you.”

 

***** 

 

     The sound of Mark’s footsteps echoed down the empty street as he made his way to Hummingbird Lane. His heart raced as he listened into the night, trying to tell if anyone else was lurking in it. He was deeply relived when he spotted Arnold and Emily standing next to the street sign at the end of the sidewalk, both glancing uneasily around. He picked up the pace and approached his friends. “You ready?”

 

     “Ready as we can be.” Emily said, her voice shaking. She tried to smile, but her skin had lost all color and she shifted nervously from side to side.

 

     “Here.” Arnold held out his hand, revealing garlic shavings. “Keep some in case you need it.”

 

     “About time you armed me with more than a stinking flashlight.” Mark joked as Arnold dropped the shavings into his gloved hand. Arnold handed Emily some too. As she slipped it into her pocket, they all glanced at each other. Mark shrugged. “Well, let’s get going.”

 

*****

 

     The thin, metal gate stood before them again, the tombstones on the other side seemed much more menacing and the shadows more deep. Mark took it all in, knowing that, if his friend was right, that there was a vampire prowling about within.

 

     Arnold silently stepped forward and grabbed the gate, hoisting himself up. Mark and Emily followed his lead and before long they stood on the other side. The first thing that Mark noticed was the lack of noise. No birds, no mice, no bugs, no wind. The only source of sound was the river on the other side of the graveyard, but its soft rumble quickly was forgotten by the mind. It was sharp and all enveloping, like a force all in itself. The silence was too quiet for his liking.

 

     “Stay focused.” Arnold whispers as he stepped from the fence and started past the engraved stones. Emily walked in the middle and Mark took the back of the squad. He constantly shifted his vison from one point to another, never lingering in any single spot. The tree on the hill sat completely still, not a leaf shuffling. A small spider crawled over the top of a tombstone on its own merry way. And the crypts in the distance seemed to be frowning upon them.

 

     As they walked, Mark caught a sudden burst of movement behind them from one shadow to another, but far enough that it wasn’t an immediate danger. He slightly opened his mouth and said in a loud whisper, “I think it knows we’re here.”

 

     Arnold gave a nod of acknowledgement. He gripped the flashlight tighter with one hand, finger on the switch, and, with the other hand, grabbed a fist full of garlic. He then stated, a little louder than necessary, “Last time we were here, the vampire came from the crypt, so let’s start there.” 

 

     Emily gave thumbs up and Mark glanced quickly over his shoulder, but there was nothing lurking there. They made their way towards the crypts, everyone tense and ready for what they knew was about to happen.

 

     They were so focused on the crypts that they didn’t notice the larger tombstone they were passing. Mark was almost past it when a shadow suddenly rose from behind it, reached out, and wrapped its pale, thin fingers around Mark’s shoulder.

 

     Mark yelled as he was yanked back, being pulled face first over the top of it. In his upside down state, he saw the male vampire standing before him, teeth bared and eyes glowing yellow. Mark threw a wild punch with his free hand, knocking the vampire back, its grip on him slipping away.

 

     By now both Emily and Arnold had seen what had happened and came to Mark’s aid. Both of their flashlights clicked on and the light shone in the vampire’s face. It staggered back, giving Mark plenty of time to crawl out of its reach. Arnold took his shot and threw the garlic at the vampire.

 

     The male vampire crouched on all fours and ran off into the night before the garlic could hit it. Mark pushed himself to his feet, watched the male vampire run into the shadows, then smacked Arnold over the back of the head. “Can’t you actually use the garlic correctly? You’re supposed to hit the vampire!”

 

     “Sorry. I get nervous when attacked by demonic forces!” Arnold snapped back.

 

     “Is he gone?!” Emily asked, both hands tightly clung to her flashlight.

 

     “I don’t think so.” Mark dryly stated. He heard a small sound and glanced sideways. He immediately spotted the vampire charging at them from down a row of gravestones. “RUN!” He screamed as the vampire rushed closer, its claws tearing up the soft dirt.

 

     All the teens took off down another row of tombstones. They ran as fast as they could, but the vampire kept gaining ground. It leapt onto a grave and started jumping from one to another like a deformed frog. Mark, who was in the lead by a yard, made a sharp turn, his shoes sliding across the ground.

 

     They were halfway down the new row when a figure stepped out from behind the last tombstone and blocked their path. Mark, Arnold, and Emily came to a sudden stop as they saw who it was. The person ten yards before them was the female vampire, her raven black hair throwing her face into shadow. 

 

     The three kids turned to head back the way they had come, but the male vampire turned the corner and spotted them. He came to a stop, his bright eyes taking in the entire scene. He paused for only a moment more before continuing his charge towards them. Mark glanced the other way to see the female vampire running towards them too.

 

     “SCATTER!” Arnold shouted at the top of his lungs, diving over a tombstone to his left. Mark was about to do the same when he saw that Emily was frozen with fear. Without thinking, he grabbed her and pulled her over a grave to his right as the two vampires lunged forward.

 

     As Mark hit the ground, he heard a surprising sound. It was the sound of two menacing and unearthly howls of rage and hate. He sat up and took a peek over the top of the gravestone he had fallen behind. And there they were, the two vampires, slashing and clawing at each other. They had seemingly forgotten about the kids and had instead attacked one other.

 

     “Did we stumble into some kind of vampire territory dispute?” Emily inquired in a tiny voice.

 

     “I...don’t know.” Mark slowly responded. The two vampires obviously hated one another deeply and were both trying to destroy the other. The male suddenly broke through the female’s defenses and grabbed her neck. He proceeded to slam her against the tombstone that Mark and Emily had taken refuge behind, the stone cracking under the sheer force.

 

     “We need to run!” Emily shrieked and jumped to her feet. Mark was close behind and they started running back the way they came. Arnold followed on the other side of the row of graves. The sounds of the battle raged on behind them. Mark glanced behind in time to see the female flip the male over the tombstone and across the ground. She hopped up onto the same grave and gave a loud hiss.

 

     Mark looked back at where he was going, then over at Arnold. Arnold glanced back over, the look of terror on his face obvious even through the darkness. And then Arnold disappeared. Mark turned and ran across the row over to where Arnold had been.

 

     And he saw Arnold on the ground, his hands wrapped around his leg. Mark rushed over and slid on his knees to a stop. “What happened?”

 

     “I tripped over a tiny stone,” Arnold groaned as he pointed at a tiny tombstone that barely rose three inches from the ground, “I think I pulled a muscle.”

 

     “Brilliant! Simply brilliant!” Mark muttered as he waved his hands through the air. “This is exactly what we need right now.” A sudden crash made him look up from Arnold and he saw the male vampire rolling across the ground again. He stopped less than seven yards away, completely upside down. Then the female walked past the tombs and towards the male vampire. She paused and turned her head towards Mark and Arnold, her eyes shining into the night.

 

     Mark gave a shout towards Emily. “HELP! OVER HERE!” 

 

     Emily, completely unaware of the proximity of the vampires, ran over to her brother and knelt down. “What’s wrong?”

 

     “Help me get your brother up.” Mark demanded as he threw Arnold’s left arm over his own shoulder. Emily grabbed Arnold’s right and put it over her shoulder and they lifted Arnold up.

 

     Emily looked behind her just as the male vampire knocked the female’s legs out from under her. She forced herself to look away and stare straight ahead. “Let’s head for the gate!”

 

     “Fine!” Mark agreed as he started walking.

 

     Arnold started struggling along with them, but then something caught his eyes. He pointed over to their right at the bridge exit. It was farther away than the gate, but he had an idea. “Go for the bridge. Vampires can’t cross moving water in some legends.”

 

     “Sounds better.” Mark shouted as he changed direction and they all start on their way towards the bridge. Mark growled in his throat as he noted their frustratingly slow pace. He looked back at the battling vampires and saw that both were back on their feet and slowly moving their way.

 

     He picked up his pace and forceed the other two to move quicker. They finally reached the end of the fence and passed out of it, the bridge lying only fifteen feet before them.

 

     He heard a clanking sound and looked up at the top of the fence. The male crouched at the top of it, his tongue lulling out and his eyes fixed on the female. The female suddenly sprang up from the ground and tackled the male right off the top of the fence and down to the ground.

 

     Mark felt a surge of relief as his shoe hit the stone bridge and the three of them made their way across it towards the other side. They were halfway across when Arnold muttered, “Hold on a sec. I’m going to insure that they don’t pass.” He pulled his right arm off Emily’s shoulders and pulled the garlic out of his pocket. He then sprinkled it across the entire width of the bridge and up onto the stone railing. Mark and Emily glanced at each other, then pulled out their garlic and did likewise. Arnold nodded at his work. “That’s all of it.”

 

     Emily and Mark took Arnold’s arms and helped him across to the other side of the bridge right as the two vampires arrived to the bridge. The battle between them were as fierce as ever and neither seemed to be bothered by the running water.

 

     Mark suddenly started doubting Arnold’s theory and looked around. The second one of the vampires won, it would come after them. There was no where they could hide in the immediate area and they couldn’t get too far too fast with Arnold’s foot.

 

     Then Mark spotted the tiny vile in Arnold’s pocket. Mark acted on an instinct and snatched the vile of holy water out of Arnold’s pocket and he started back across the bridge. 

 

     “MARK!” Arnold shrieked as Mark ran towards the vampires. Mark saw his opportunity. He knew that the vampires would be too distracted to notice his actions and he could take advantage of it. Even if he totally missed, the vampires would be too busy fighting to bother him. He popped the lid off the bottle.

 

     With a quick motion, he swung the bottle through the air and the holy water spilled out. The water gushed through the air, heading right at the vampires. The female vampire ducked under a swipe from the male and, by pure luck, avoided the liquid, but the water splashed directly across the male’s face.

 

     The male vampire staggered about in agony as the holy water burned his face. He stumbled towards Mark, but he stepped on the garlic with his bare foot. Giving a howl of pain, the male vampire tripped over the side of the bridge and fell off the edge. One of his flailing feet slammed under the female’s chin and she was thrown back. She tripped over the side and tumbled off the bridge.

 

     Both vampires hit the water at the same time and sank under the surface. They resurfaced down the river a bit, but the rushing water tugged them away. Neither vampire noticed as they attacked each other again. Their cries hung in the air as they disappeared.

 

     Mark gave a sigh as he watched the two nightmarish monsters as they vanished into the darkness, then he made his way back to his friends. Emily glanced up from the river to Mark. “Are they coming back?”

 

     Arnold stared at his sister for a moment, then a grin spread across his face. “I doubt it. By the time one of them wins, they should be so far gone that they won’t show their faces here again. And, with any luck, they both will drown.”

 

     “Well,” Mark smiles, “I guess that solves the murder problem. Put that on my resume; Mark Williams, the vampire slayer.”

 

*****

 

     It had been five days since the adventure with the two vampires and Mark and Arnold were hanging out. Mark bit his lip in annoyance as Arnold beat him for the fourth time in ‘Skeleton King’; a battle video game.

 

     “Oh yeah, you lost again.” Arnold taunted and he stuck his tongue out at Mark.

 

     “Ah, whatever.” Mark muttered as he tossed the controller down. “I still had better aim with vampire deterrent then the so called ‘monster expert’.” Mark made air quotes and shook his head. 

 

     Arnold could tell his friend was in a bad mood, but he had to challenge that statement. “Well, I’d prove you wrong, but there’s been no sign of the vampires in days.” Arnold paused to think about their good fortune for a second. “Actually, there’s been no murders, no sign of any shadowy figures, and no official explanation available to the weird noises heard from the graveyard earlier this week. I say we have complete victory.”

 

      “Great! Let’s keep it that way.” Mark commented as he leaned back in his chair. “I’m sick of vampires and sneaking out at night.” Mark reached for the controller, but stopped when he heard a car door slam. He jumped up to his feet, eyes wide. “That must be my aunt!”

 

     “What?” Arnold asked as he grabbed his crutches, got to his feet, and walked to the window.

 

     “Since there’s been nothing strange going on, my aunt reconsidered about coming and has decided to visit.” Arnold turned to the small clock on the wall and saw that it was six at night. “Rats! I was supposed to start getting ready at five-thirty!”

 

     Arnold leaned against the wall as he gazed out the window. “I wouldn’t worry; it’s just my mom coming to pick me up.” He closed the blind and hobbled over to Arnold. “You still have time.” And then he heard a second car pull into the driveway. “Okay, maybe not.”

 

     Mark ran to the window and saw the second car, then he turned to Arnold. “I’m truly sorry, Arnold, but I have to kick you out.” Mark opened the door to the game room and they made their way into the upstairs’ hallway and walked towards the stairs.

 

     “That’s all right. Emily has agreed to hear me talk about other monsters that could be out there and their weaknesses according to legend. Just think, if vampires exist, what other types of monsters exist? Ghosts? Ghouls? Werewolves? Giant globs of living slime?”

 

     “No clue,” Mark shrugged, brushing his black hair out of his face, “Guess it’s up to the imagination.” Mark walked Arnold towards the front door. He looked up when a knock came from the door and his dad grabbed the handle and opened it.

 

     Arnold gave a mischievous grin to Mark. “I’ll try to leave without disgracing you, but no promises.”

 

     Mark shrugged. “No problem, just don’t do anything too stupid.” Mark turned back towards the door. Arnold laughed and slowly faced the door too. And then they both froze, eyes wide.

 

     Mark’s dad stood next to the open door. “Mark, you remember your Aunt Amy, right?” Amy gave a warm smile. “It’s been a while, Mark.”

 

     Mark didn’t respond, but just stared. Amy looked nice enough, but Mark was put on edge by her pale skin and her short, raven black hair. 

 

     And the fangs made barely visible by her smile.

 

THE END 

 

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IT IS DONE

 

And thus ends our tale of Mark, Arnold, and the two vampires.  I hope you enjoyed it until the very last word.

 

If you want, leave a comment, just please do not direct reply to the story itself.  I would love feedback.  And if you saw a misspelling or a change in tense, I want to know so I can fix it.

 

I would love to write more stories in the future, for I have many ideas.  Maybe another Halloween story, a few HTTYD stories, and who knows what else.  I just know I'm looking forward to the adventures!

 

Again, HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Enjoy it and try not to cause too much trouble...you never know who's dressed up and who's actually a monster!  Remember, all stories are based on a grain of truth.

 

 

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A list of thanks

 

A LIST OF THANKS:

 

1. I thank God for letting me write this and letting me have the imagination to create such stories.

2. I thank those who read this story, for a writer always needs a reader, it's like a law.

3. I would like to thank my friend who became my editor (though I won't say a name).  This story would be a jumble of letters without you.

4. I want to thank HTTYYD for showing me how to put links in my signature. Now I have an easy way for readers to find the story.

5. I want to thank those who made 'The Nightmare Before Christmas'.  I listened to the music dozens of times just this month while I worked to stay in the theme. (I'm actually listening to it right now.)

6. I want to thank all the vampires who read this and won't kill me for any misinterpretation of vampires.  This was only my interpretation, so I'm sorry if I somehow insulted an entire species.

7. And this is to all those I meant to thank and I forgot to.