The Vampire That Loved Me, Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Ricky dropped Isabelle off at about 10:30. She walked to the door and waved at him, watching his Mustang fade into the distance. She dug through her purse and grabbed her keys. Opening the door, the smell of alcohol struck her like a slap in the face. She covered her nose with her hand and shut the door. That was when she saw Vanessa and Bryan on the couch.

Her mother, Vanessa, was passed out. She was lying on the couch completely naked. Bryan, her mother’s boyfriend, was on top of her, feeling her up like he had done to Isabelle earlier that day, his filthy hands roaming over her body like an animal. Isabelle filled with rage, every vein pulsing with anger. She threw down her purse and leapt onto Bryan’s back.

They tumbled to the floor and she began hitting him. She pounded her fists into his chest with all of her strength. All at once, he grabbed her arms, flipped her over, pinned her legs down with his own, and pulled her bound arms above her head.

“You won’t get away this time,” he said matter-of-factly. She turned her head to try to relieve her nose of the smell of alcohol on his breath, but her grabbed her face and turned it, forcing her to look into his eyes.

“Don’t even think about it,” he hissed. “You’re going to look me in the eye as I remove that cheeky grin from your face once and for all.”

He flipped her face-down and unzipped the dress. She tried to get her hands free to cover herself, but it was to no avail. He kept them tightly together with his left hand as he used his right to flip her back over, pulling the dress downwards in the process.

She tried to scream, but he covered her mouth with his own to cut her off. His tongue thrust into her mouth, and her whole head seemed to fill with the disgusting taste of alcohol. She threw her head from side, but he caught it in his hand and held it in place. He groaned and pressed his lips to hers harder. His leg fell to the inside of hers, spreading her legs apart. Her whole body thrashed wildly, bucking like mad trying to get away from him, but he held her down.

He fumbled blindly with the button and zipper of his pants, but before he could pull them down, she brought her freed knee up and thrust it as hard as she could into his behind. While holding himself up on his right hand, his left flew to grip the sore area where she’d kneed him. She took the only opportunity she thought she might get. She pulled herself backwards, bringing her legs from around him, and kicked them out, sending him backwards to the floor. She scrambled to her feet and kicked him in the temple, not hard enough to do any major damage, but hard enough to knock him out for a bit.

She looked over at her mother and bit back the tears threatening to overtake her. She covered Vanessa with the blanket that was draped on the back of the couch. Isabelle then sat down on the floor and cried. Her tears had barely begun to fall when the door burst open, slamming against the wall behind it.

Ricky was standing in the doorway. He slammed the door shut behind him. Isabelle looked up at him and smiled to herself. Twice in one day he’d come back for her in her time of need. But she then took a closer look. It wasn’t the Ricky that she knew. His eyes were burning the bright orange that they’d been at the fair when they’d first met. His mouth hung open, his fangs elongated and gleaming, a terrible, hissing snarl building in his throat. His eyes darted from her mother to her and then to Bryan. The snarl became louder. Bryan moaned then, and he struggled to sit up. Isabelle stared at him in surprise. She thought she’d kicked him harder.

Ricky lunged for Bryan and picked him up by the collar of his shirt, throwing him against the wall. He began banging his head against it, leaving a small indentation in the plaster. Ricky then pinned him to the floor and began punching Bryan in the gut. The sound of fist to stomach was horrifying and Isabelle covered her ears.

Isabelle then tried to jump up and pull Ricky off of Bryan, but Ricky growled and threw her off. She flew into the wall and hit her head, not hard enough to knock her out but hard enough to hurt her. She looked up at Ricky in surprise. He was looking at her with concern. His eyes changed to the blue shade she loved so much for about five seconds before they turned back to the flaming orange color, and he turned back to Bryan.

Isabelle found herself unable to move at that moment. She was forced to watch as Ricky slowly killed Bryan with every move he made. He looked down at Bryan with a lust in his eyes, not a romantic lust, but a blood lust, so great that nothing could’ve stopped him from getting what he wanted in that moment. She tried to turn her head but soon gave up, the effort too great. She closed her eyes. She heard Ricky let out one final hiss as he sank those gleaming fangs into Bryan’s neck. Isabelle shuttered at the quiet slurping sounds that Ricky made as he slowly sucked the life from Bryan, who was now a sickly shade of purplish blue.

The noises stopped and Isabelle opened her eyes and looked at Ricky. He was leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, eyes closed. He opened his eyes, which were finally back to the blue hue that they normally were, and looked at Isabelle. She stood up, finding that she could move once again. She ran to him and pulled him into an embrace, resting her head on his shoulder, tears streaming in rivers down her face.

He pulled away from her and pushed her down onto the couch. He walked over to the door, opened it, turned to look at Bryan, and cringed. He picked up the body and dragged it out the door, heading towards the back of the house to the woods. He disappeared for a few minutes and then returned, going straight into the shed and emerging with a shovel.

Ricky returned an hour later, sweating. Isabelle tried to go to him, but he hopped into his mustang and drove off. She sighed and went into the house, shutting the door behind her. She looked over at her mother and sighed, the tears starting to come again.

Vanessa sat up then and grabbed her head. “Where’s Bryan,” she asked.

“He left mom. And this time, he’s never coming back.”