Elsie Clapp sat up in her bed, her pretty blue eyes scanning the dark room. Nothing moved and all was quiet in the dark night but she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was in the room with her. Something had awoken her from a peaceful slumber. A slight trill sent goose pimples over her skin, Edward Cleaver had been joking with the fourteen year old about stealing her away from her bedroom and marrying her. Maybe that roguish miller’s son hadn’t been teasing after all.
“Eddy?” called Elsie, in a soft voice. She didn’t want it to carry over to far and wake her little twin sisters. If they woke and say Edward, they would raise such a fuss to make her parents and that wouldn’t be good. Still, no movement or answer from her call. “Eddy?” she called again.
Before she could draw another breath, movement filled her vision. Elsie couldn’t tell what was going on or who was moving for a few seconds. Lips pressed against hers and arms wrapped around her shoulders. Her eyes closed, letting her dreams take over. For long seconds, she thought that it was indeed Edward Cleaver come to steal her away from her overbearing father. That he was where to take her to a midnight ceremony, with kindly old Father Gilly of St Mark's Church and merry her in the moonlight.
Then her sense started sending information to crush her joy. The first thing she noticed was the lips kissing her were far too soft to be those of a man or even a boy. Next was the smell, it was of sweet flowers, not the dusty and slightly animal like scent of a miller. When her mind noticed that it was not the brawny chest or strong arms of the miller that pressed against her frame but the soft bosom and lithe arms of a woman.
Elsie’s eye popped open, looking into those of the person kissing her. They were not met with the warm, handsome brown eye of Edward but chillingly beautiful blue ones. She should have been screaming in shock and outrage now but for some reason, as she stared into those blue eyes, she didn’t want too.
The figure moved back a little, breaking the kiss. Elsie looked upon the most beautiful face she had ever seen, framed by locks of the palest gold. All thoughts of screaming or Edward Cleaver fled her mind. The mystery women leaned close again and kissed her neck. A feeling of numbness filled the young woman, masking the feeling of warmth flowing down her neck.
When morning came, the Clapp household was awoken (and a few neighbors too) by the screams of the twins. In a somewhat slouched sitting position was Elsie, her eyes unseeing, cold and drained dry. Days would pass and more and more nighttime attacks plagued the village of Marske-by-the-Sea in the county of North Yorkshire, England.
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Late in 1639, in the common room of The Mermiad, Conlan Ó Miadhagáin leaned back in his chair, staring at a large pile of stuff on the table in front of him. All the villagers had pooled their resources together to help pay for a band of hunters to come help them. They had tried to get their lord, James Pennyman to do it but no attacked had happened on his family and he was more concerned with the growing troubles in England’s government.
He and the rest of his band had been listening to tales like this all afternoon in the Inn. To him it sounded like a small group of vampires, maybe a family band of three or four, had been forced to find a new feeding ground. He looked back at the pile, it was mostly junk but he wasn’t a hunter for the money. His family had nice holding if he really needed coin.
“What do you think?” he asked his hunter band, The Slayers, “Shall we take the job or move on?”
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