Deceit in the Dark
By Sara Codair
The vampiress hissed. “Mortal fool! Challenging me will be your doom!”
The knight arched one eyebrow. “Perhaps it will be your doom.”
She screeched, hoping to intimidate him. Her most terrifying, earsplitting howl failed to impress the knight. His eyes and skin were like ice and snow. His was hair weak sunlight glistening on the polar ice. He still had that damned eyebrow raised. It was so unfair that he could arch his right brow so perfectly. She had been practicing for three centuries and had never mastered the trick.
“You’re a fool, challenging me at night in my own castle. Every man and woman who has tried before you became my breakfast.”
The knight laughed.
She rolled her eyes.
A sharp pain pierced her chest. It was the first pain she had felt since Count Dracul had turned her on her 18th birthday. Looking down, she marveled at the iron stake sticking out of her chest. She watched her skin shrivel and turn to ash. She clung to consciousness long enough to see the knight peel off flesh colored gloves, revealing the green skin of a pixie.
“Green bastard!” she yelled. She never would have rolled her eyes if she knew he wasn’t a slow mortal.
“New technology. It lets us blend in with humans and not be burned by iron.”
Count Victoria wanted to curse him one last time, but her throat was already gone.
His blonde hair turned coal black; his face grass green. “I’m no mortal, and certainly no fool.”
The rot and ash reached the vampiress’ brain, and she was no more.
©2016 Sara Codair
This story was originally posted on Cracked Flash as an entry for their weekly writing contest. It was the week’s honorable mention. The judge, Mars, suggested I remove the first few lines, and really, she was right. The originally piece started with the line “But the night belongs to me.” I either needed to add more dialogue before or just cut it, and since anything I could think to add would be boring, the first few lines went bye bye, making the piece shorter and catchier (at least in my opinion).