Sorry about the wait. That is, if anyone actually cared about how this story was going. It's just a joke story anyway. Also, there's really only so much you can do with teenage vampire love stories. So don't blame me.
So here we are, presenting the penultimate chapter in the Saga.
Part 5:
Through the rest of the day, Mandy couldn’t help staring that the tiny red drop on Jason’s collar. Maybe she was being paranoid. Maybe she was letting Eddy get to her. But things just kept cropping up. Things that couldn’t all be coincidence.
Transylvania? Gothic entryway? It almost seemed too much. But there was that nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. Eddy might not be right. But he knew something.
As soon as the last bell rang, she dashed out of class, avoiding Jason. She whipped out her cell phone and dialed while speed walking through the bustling hallways.
“Eddy?”
“What did he do?” Eddy replied instantly.
“Nothing.” She answered, but her tone was significantly less reproachful than before.
“Nothing, but...”
“He’s got blood on his shirt.”
“Really?” Eddy sounded almost excited.
“I’m serious, Eddy. I don’t know if you’re right. But maybe there is something... weird.”
“He’s still coming to our movie night, yeah?”
“Well, I guess so.” She wasn’t so sure if she wanted to be in the dark with him.
“Good. We can work it out, then. I have a plan.”
“You’re not going to do anything stupid like trying to stake him?”
“Of course not. But there are other things.”
She didn’t like the sound of his voice, but she couldn’t think of anything else to do. “Well, alright. But nothing drastic, okay?”
“Okay. See you in a couple hours. Come a little early.”
At 5:00, she hit the doorbell. Jason wasn’t due until 5:30, and she thought she should leave plenty of time to check Eddy’s plan. She didn’t entirely trust that there weren’t any wooden stakes ready to use.
“Come on in.” He let her into the entry way, which was brighter than normal. Several extra lamps had been plugged in, making the place look crowded and gaudy.
“Eddy, why do you have garlic hanging on the wall?”
“Just watch his face when he comes through the door. That’s all.”
“And what happens if he reacts badly to the garlic?”
“We move to step two.”
Eddy showed her around the living room. There was a strategically placed crucifix, a glass with “holy” water in it, and a few hidden stakes.
“We talked about the stakes. We’re not skewering anybody tonight.”
“What if he does try to hurt you? Huh? I’m not just gonna sit around and let a monster kill my best friend.”
She groaned. “I’m starting to feel like this was a silly idea. Vampires aren’t real.”
The doorbell rang. “Let’s just watch and see.” Eddy said as he went to the door.
“Hey, guys!” Jason said, sounding remarkably normal. “I brought my elder wand and some butterbeer. A little nerdy, I know, but who cares?”
“Great,” she said, trying to sound as un-suspicious as possible.
Jason walked into the hallway. The moment he passed the threshold, he twitched. His face contorted for just a moment, as though he’d hit some kind of painful invisible barrier. Mandy’s stomach lurched violently.
“Are you okay, Jason?” She asked, trying to hide her fear.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I think so. I just kinda felt weird all the sudden. Headache, I guess. I should probably eat something.”
“Good idea.” She squeaked, trying not to hyperventilate. Silently she added, “as long as the something isn’t me.”
She glanced surreptitiously to Eddy, who looked triumphant.
“Snacks!” Eddy said, leading them to the living room. He handed Mandy a glass of ice water, and then turned to Jason. “Water?”
“Yeah, that would be great, thanks.” He took the supposed holy water from Eddy, sipped it, and immediately spat it out all over Eddy’s face.
“Geez.” Eddy grumbled.
“Sorry.” Jason coughed. “That was really weird and rude. Sorry. But what kind of water is that?”
“Just water.” Eddy was busier trying to hide the suspicious tone of his answer than trying to clean up the water.
“Wow. That’s weird. Just... sorry, man. I didn’t mean to...” He trailed off. At first, Mandy wondered why, but then it became obvious. The room was darkening. The windows were slowly dimming, and the lights were going out one by one.
“What’s happening?” She asked, doing a spectacular job of not staying calm.
Someone’s voice, though she couldn’t tell whose, said “I don’t know. Mandy? Where are you?”
“Here,” she said, and she reached out to the last place she had seen Eddy. A hand grasped hers, and for a moment she felt safe. Then it was ripped away, and a scuffle started. Furniture crashed. Fabric tore. Mandy felt herself being pushed and shoved, all the while completely blind in the darkness.
Then everything fell silent. She was terrified. “Eddy?”
She tripped over some kind of box, and made a huge clatter. “Eddy, where are you?”
“Here.” A match flared to life. Eddy was standing a few feet away. His eye was thoroughly bruised. Then the match guttered out.
“Eddy?”
“I think I saw a flashlight around here. Hold on.” He lit another match, groped around on a nearby desk, and grabbed something just as the match died. The eerie blue of an LED light took its place.
“What happened? Where are we?”
“Mandy, look where you’re standing.”
She did. She had stepped inside the box she tripped on. It was a long, rectangle box with beautiful wood on the outside, and soft, silken lining on the inside. There was a lid nearby. It took all her will power not to scream. She was standing inside a coffin.
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