The Crimson Wars : Chapter 1 - The Man in the Painting
     A red stream fell from the woman's neck. Held in a dark, twisted man's arms, she seemed almost dead. The man was pale, his golden hair slicked back with the exception of a few strands protruding at the front. His eyes were as crimson as the blood on his lips, and he had a very sophisticated aura about him. This scene, which lay above my mother's workplace, so dark and full of mystery had always made me wonder when I was a child. The existence of vampires. True? False? No one knows. As I grew up, I eventually abandoned these thoughts, and labeled them simply as fantasy. The painting of the vampire no longer intrigued me, and other things like homework or video games soon took up my mind. My mother once told me that vampires in fact, do exist. She was very serious, and of course I didn't believe her. The idea of a creature that was so powerful yet so vulnerable was bizzare to me. If my friends were asked about such things, they would say something like, "If a vampire appeared, I'd just shoot it down with a rocket launcher." and we'd all just laugh. However, I'm pretty sure if a vampire did exist, it definitely wouldn't just come out in the open and say, "Look at me, I'm a vampire!"


    I laughed. The vampire movie I was watching sucked. It blew. Hard. The CGI was so obvious, and the characters were all completely stupid and unbelievable.

"Well that was an absolute waste of 2 hours.", I said, turning off the TV.

I was a bit tired, but I wanted to take a walk before I went to sleep today.
I quickly put on my running shoes and grabbed a hoodie from the coatrack. I stepped outside, and the cold autumn air rushed into my lungs. I recited my course for today.

"Alright, so I'll walk to the local park, and the get something at the corner store on the way back."

I know it's a bit weird, but I tend to do that, talking to myself. I start my walk to the park. I avoid all the alleyways known for gangsters and quickly get to my destination.
I stop at a nearby park, and walk over to the playground. It was a short distance, but for some reason I still sit down on a swing as if I had been jogging the entire way.

"I must be tired", I thought to myself.

I look around. The view is great. A moonlit playground. Eerie and ominous, but fascinating. I get up from the swing and notice two people a few meters ahead of me. Are they shooting a movie here? I didn't realize it, but it looks like the park wasn't empty. Suddenly, I get a feeling of deja vu.  I glance over to the duo again. One is a figure that's familiar to me. A man with golden hair slicked back with the exception of a few strands at the front, pale, with deep red eyes. In his arms, a woman lay, seemingly unconcious. A trickle of crimson liquid flowed down from her neck, and her body lay limp, almost as if she was dead. The urge to vomit pops into my stomach, and my instincts scream for me to run away. However, my legs are frozen in place. I need to run. 


Every single one of my cells felt like they were burning, as if they were warning me of the danger that lay ahead. But I couldn't. All I could do is helplessly look at the two people. Then, the man finally turned his head. I saw myself reflected in those cold eyes. As soon as his eyes meet mine, I regained the ability to move. I sprinted like my life depended on it, which it might as well have. I didn't stop by the corner store. I ran straight home, like Charlie did when he found the golden ticket. Gasping for breath, I lock the door behind me and rush up to my room, and lay down on my bed.

"What the hell was that?", I say to myself.

I recalled the scene. A man with slicked back, golden hair. His skin was as pale as the snow, and his eyes were as scarlet as a rose. I was positive I had seen him before. However, the woman was completely unfamiliar.  Dismissing the thought for now, I decided to get some sleep.

"Oh wait. I didn't brush my teeth yet.... Ah well."


I wake up to the sounds of crows fighting over some garbage in the street.

"I just KNOW this day will be fantastic.", I say to myself sarcastically.

The morning sun is shimmering through my curtains, and almost blinding me. I looked up to my clock. The thin, black hands point tick rhythmically as always.

"I wonder how much wood a woodchuck would chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood."

Out of sheer boredom, I recite a tonguetwister, for the hell of it. Then I get ready to go to school.

"I'm leaving!" I yell to inform my mom that I'm leaving.

The chilly air wakes me up with an effect similar to getting slapped in the face. I hug myself, and wrap my duffle coat tighter around me. It sure has been a lot colder recently.  I begin to walk.


Something's different. I look around the road. The cars pass me, and so do other students walking to school. A familiar image, but something's wrong. It feels almost as if someone was watching me. Then something catches my eye. At the other end of the road, I see once again, the man in the painting. The man I saw yesterday, yet slightly different.  His eyes are different, as the scarlet gems have changed to a clear blue. Also, I feel nothing out of the ordinary, besides my own suspicion. No screaming instincts, no urge to vomit, nothing. The red light switches over to a bright green, and everyone except me and the man walk to the other side of the street. He smiles, and turns around, almost as if telling me to come with him. Quickly, I run across the street before the light changes again, and follow him.

 Suddenly, I find myself in a dark alley. The smell of garbage is pungent, and pierces my nose. The man turns, and looks at me with a warm, but sly look. Then, as if not of my own volition, I speak.

"Who-- or what are you?"

"As for who, I am Vlad Tepes IV of Wallachia. ", the man responds with a grin. "As for what... would the term vampire suffice?|"

"Cut the crap, what do you want from me!?"

Out of fear, I raise my voice.

"Ooh, touchy, touchy.", he says nonchalantly. "I see you don't quite believe me yet. Well, I guess most humans wouldn't believe in such a thing, even if it... bit them."

He chuckled at his own joke.

"Answer my question."

"Oh right. About that. Yesterday, in the park, you saw me feeding, did you not?"

The scene comes back to my head. I gulp. Maybe he really wasn't joking around when he said he was a vampire.

"As you have seen me feed, you have two choices. One, become a vampire, and help us in our war. It's quite simple really, and it doesn't hurt like you'd think it would."

"And if I say no?", I ask, almost afraid of the answer.

"Then you die.", says the man matter-of-factly. As he says this, his eyes fade into the hue of red that I saw before.

The burning sensation returns immediately. So does the urge to vomit, and the inability to move. 

"I will give you until tomorrow to decide. Though the answer should be obvious. I mean, who wants to die?"

As the man says this, he turns around, and fades into the shadows. 

- Tap, tap, tap -

Then I hear a sound.

raina   raina wrote
on 11/7/2009 1:46:14 AM
Hahaha. Nice name choice. Whenever I read it i'll think of Kolya now. :P I like it.

Moonrose   Moonrose wrote
on 1/20/2009 12:58:38 PM
Hey, yeah, this is really good! I like it... I feel bad for your character, what with the confusion and all. One thing you can do, though... is this a boy or a girl character? I'm guessing it's a guy, but I could certainly be wrong, and I'm sure others could use a tip or two. I do like how you easily let us get to know him/her though, just by thoughts and actions. Pretty good, keep up the good work! You can go really far with this talent of yours, if you truly want to.

zinzzaro   zinzzaro wrote
on 1/19/2009 7:12:08 PM
Also, thanks. ^^

zinzzaro   zinzzaro wrote
on 1/19/2009 7:11:45 PM
I know, it's a misspelling of Vladimir, or Vlad, as in Vlad the Impaler(Vlad the III, Dracula, etc.)

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Holy crap heavy edit.