In from the night - story

“In from the night, it is I that come to find you. You sleep in the dark knowing not of what is about to happen. I smell the sweet smell of life as I swoop down on you to taste that life that is in you and bring you across to make you immortal. Your beauty will live on if only to feed on those less fortunate.”1

She had been with the same guy since her freshman year in High School. He only wanted her and they were quit the item all through High School and then he proposed right after Graduation. It was to be a big wedding with all the people they knew attending. The day came and they were very anxious to become man and wife. As the music started and she walked through the door, something was not right. The groom, he wasn’t there. She continued to walk down the isle in hopes that he would walk up to the alter at anytime, he was known for being late. She reached the alter and waited. It seemed like forever, then her father walked up and said that the Groom’s father had an announcement. The father-in-law to be stepped up and with a sad and very embarrassed look on his face announced that the Groom had changed his mind, that there would be no wedding. 2

Abigail was starting a new life. The old one was still lingering in her mind. She had to find a way to forget about the fiancee that decided, at the last minute, to leave her standing at the alter. As she unpacked her antiques she thought how wonderful it would be to live in a nice quiet yester-year atmosphere. Raven Point seemed so beautiful and mysterious. Among her antiques were pieces of Gothic works. They seemed quit fitting for her new home, a run down old Victorian style home that was for sale so cheap that she could not pass up the deal. 3

Abigail sat looking around the room.4

That will do quit nice,” she thought to herself.5

Everything had finally been put away. Now she could concentrate on her writing and hopefully get to know some of the people in town. The realtor, Elizabeth Parks, had told her quit a bit about the town and all the people in it. She was quit the gossip and wanted to tell her more, and it was getting very interesting but her husband, Mr. Parks, stopped her.6

“If only I could get her alone,…coffee! I’ll have her for coffee” she said aloud.7

“I may even get a couple of ideas for my story”.8

Abigail was flooded with ideas for her book after talking with Elizabeth this afternoon. She was so involved she barely heard the door bell ring. A tall sinister looking man was at the door and handed her an envelope and without a word he was gone. Abigail stood there a moment. “Boy, does he give me the creeps. Looks like some one out of a horror flick.” “Oh, he would do great as a character in my story”. Inside the envelope was an invitation that read…9

Your presence is requested10

for our annual Grand Ball at the11

DePaulo mansion. It will12

start promptly at 6:00pm on13

Friday November 13th 199814

Victorian style attire15

Mask required16

As Lucros entered the room Vachon was standing at the window looking down towards Abigail’s home. “Did you give her the invitation?” said Vachon without looking away from the window. “Yes sire, is there anything else sire?” Lucros said as he poured Vachon a glass of wine “Yes there is one more thing, Vachon said as he turned to face his loyal servant, make sure the dress and its accessories are delivered tomorrow morning to Ms. Green.”17

“Yes sire, good evening”.18

Lucros left Vachon for the evening.19

As Abigail stood at the door she thought to herself, “Why do I feel so nervous? You’d think I was going to my first high school dance or something”. She began to giggle a little but was cut short when the door opened, to her surprise. The same strange sinister looking man that dropped off the invitation asked to take her wrap.20

“Mr. DePaulo is expecting you miss”. Said Lucros. “Please do come in”.21

Everyone was so beautifully dressed. She looked around anxious to meet this Vachon DePaulo.22

Notes: 23

Vachon De Palo brought across in 1628, born April 26th 1603 in Madrid Spain. About 6 feet tall, dark wavy hair, black eyes24

Abigail Green born July 20th 1973 in Los Angeles CA. About 5’ 6”, dark blonde hair and hazel eyes.25

Old Ms. Daimon ?26

Victoria Meadows best friend since first grade from L.A. very protective of her since the wedding27

Walter Green Dad-works on screen plays28

Joanne Green Mom-owns catering business29

Greg Simmons from L.A. x-fiancé 30

Friends Isabel, Marky, Jasmine, Jake, Grace-all from high school31

Townspeople Jonathon-very friendly runs saloon just inside town, Elizabeth & Steven Parks-realtors(2 children 7 & 10), Mr. Johnstone-very quite runs grocery store, Jennifer-jonathans girlfriend & waitress at saloon, Jenavev & Marty Canvelt-own bank (3 kids 5,8 &10), Old Ms. Daimon?32

Friends of Vachon Gwendolyn Daven, Edgar Knight, Vincent Candelaro, Lorelei Delarue, Dante Delarue, Karl Jameson33

Lucros Vachons butler34

Vachon lives in an old mansion on a hill behind Abigail’s home. Works at home, during the day writes and socializes at night. Worked a night shift for years and is used to sleeping during the day, so his story goes.35

Raven Point, Connecticut is a small town, very quiet, not much to gossip about, so you may think. At night the bars, or saloons as they call them here, get quit rowdy. Lots of parties at the old mansion on the hill also.36

Elizabeth is quit the busy body. If you get her alone she might tall ya anything and everything.37

Dante he’s a very big flirt, but very nice. Good looking too.38

Karl Jameson engaging, erotically appealing, seductive, desirable, sexually appetizing.39

It seems most of the men in town are very attractive.40

Don’t see many strangers coming round here too often. If you do, you only see them once.41

The town = dark, ominous solitude, apprehension and uncertainty and a deep feeling of melancholy that could soon turn to fear. Romantic and a bit gothic.42

A vampire is described as undead - an entombed individual who rises each night to feed on the blood of the living.43