Undead: Serene's story ~The end~
Lollipop_Girl:
Persephone emerged from her house, prepared to take on whatever this strange night was going to bring her. Time had reached an early hour, yet it was still dark, so she had no fears of sunrise for the time being. As Prudence reluctantly followed her down the front garden path, still sulking over being snapped at by the demon, she stopped and worried.
“Heavens! I just realised we have spent too long in this lair, that Mr Anderson may have committed some horrendously hideous crimes! Oh my poor daughter, what could he be doing to her…Satan has finally gotten too close to my daughter indeed! She tempted evil too much, now it has come for her…”
”Oh come on! I am not listening to this all the way back to the other side of town!”
“But…we could be too late! Oh my lord why...”
“Please just shut up! Ok, well I don’t have a car and the night busses really suck. What do you want to do?”
Prudence was getting more and more tired of this demon’s attitude problem. She wasn’t used to this kind of behaviour from anyone. But then again, she had ever actually held a proper conversation with a vampire before. But, the real issue was making it back in time to save Martha (Oh, and probably Victor and I too, even though she thought we were untrustworthy).
“I, have, one idea…” she sighed “but, it is very stupid.”
So, the pair diverted to make a stop at the Peel’s home. Persephone was curious; she wouldn’t be surprised if she walked though Mrs Peel’s door, into a convent!
Instead of entering the house, Prudence made her way towards an old garage just outside, pulled up the door and entered. Just as Persephone expected, the wall was lined with crucifixes. Prudence looked down sighed with dismay as if she was embarrassed about something, and then revealed to Persephone an….interesting car.
“Woah!”
Prudence tried to suppress an amusing image of Prudence cruising down the streets in the ancient chrome painted smoogo in sunglasses and listening to loud hip-hop music. She was almost astounded! This is not the Christ-mobile she expected.
“Mrs Peel, I didn’t think this was your kind of ride! Awesome!”
“It isn’t! Do you think I would set foot in a ridiculous vehicle like this by choice? This is the work of the devil!...acting though my daughter. She thought our car was giving her a bad image whenever she borrowed it so she rudely painted it like this, and I have refused to drive it ever since. I don’t know what made her do such a thing...so I had to have the car exorcised just to be safe!”
Prudence is…mad! Yes even I still find it funny to retell some of her crazy stories. Her adamant belief that evil is everywhere is so unusual, that people cannot help but find it humorous sometimes. Although sometimes it is wise to keep these views quiet until Prudence is out of earshot. So Persephone smiled without commenting, old Christine the evil car here would have to do.
“I think this is the first useful thing you have done all night!” she exclaimed. “Now let’s go kick that Herman guy’s ***!”
“I will not be going anywhere near that area on that mans body thank you very much! I do not wish to go to ****.”
Martha looked up to the ceiling, her vision was now blurred, and her condition was not good. How much of this could a person physically endure? At every wound Herman gave her, she tried to cling onto the hope she had earlier.
The pain was not as intense now, probably as Martha was feeling faint from the blood loss. One thing she knew, was that she needed to keep awake, and not lapse into unconsciousness. Because if that happened, Herman would most likely get bored...and just kill her. Martha’s will to live was too strong for that, her determination to survive through the night was admirable.
“You know Martha, it has been rather pleasant spending this time with you. I see you are a strong willed girl, many don’t stay with me so long.”
She didn’t really want to think of all the other girls who had been in her place before, and not made it out alive. The woman curled up in the corner was an example of how most of Herman’s torture session participants ended up like. Martha just wanted to be the last one to ever be taken in here; this man needed to pay for this. Herman continued to talk to her.
“But Martha, you are awfully quiet. Some girls yell, some plead, some shout. But you remain so silent? Dear I hope I haven’t caused you to loose too much blood so soon.”
She found it best to ignore Herman when he said these things; he was just trying to mess with her. And although she was absolutely terrified, she tried her hardest not to show it, and not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her fear.
“Will you not say something?”
Herman was getting frustrated with this girl, and was sometimes tempted to just stick her on one of the crusty bloodied meat hooks which hung on the wall and be done with her. This plan was starting to get dull, and he was unsure of why exactly it was going wrong.
Not much else had happened to me and Victor in the kitchen during this time. The two of us were simply left in suspense. I had started to wonder if we would make it out of here before daylight, or I would be trapped. But soon our waiting came to an end when we heard a familiar shrill voice.
“Unhand me vile demon!...”
“ Shhhh! Do you want this Herman guy to hear us?”
The two burst into the kitchen. My first reaction was disappointment that Prudence had not brought the police or something, but then I noticed Persephone, and what she is. She seemed to notice me too; it must be a vampire thing.
“Hey. You must be the other demon. Nice to meet you, there isn’t many of us around these days.”
“Hi”
I didn’t manage to reply much. I was so shocked. All this time I had searched for someone like me who wasn’t an irritatingly rude teenage boy, and now there was Persephone. I briefly forgot where I was, I had so many questions I wanted to ask this woman! Maybe he could help me to live with what I am, or at least be some comfort. Yet Prudence immediately noticed her daughter’s absence, and didn’t keep quiet.
“Where is Martha? Is she with Mr Anderson? IS SHE! I knew it, you cowardly creature let her go to the slaughter in your place! Demon!”
“It wasn’t like that; it was her he was picking on. I actually refused to kill her you know! And, she could still be alive; we couldn’t do anything till you came back as we’re trapped here!”
Standing around there was wasting precious time; it hit all four of us instantly.
“So, what happens now? Do we want to try and get out of here alive? And save Martha? We need to do something now!”
“You’re right” Persephone replied, “Here, take these.”
She handed small pocket knives to Victor and I. “Only use them if you must.”
So, we were now finally prepared for the final confrontation against Herman. Four of us against one of him, yet none of us knew what this sick man had in store for us, seeing as he had all these strange plans even Victor didn’t see coming. So our confidence was not strong. We all just had to hope, clutch our knives for protection, and try to keep alive.
ladyrose:
Oooooh! The suspense is killing me!
amadeus451:
*notices the sun has just risen in the Hoosier Heartland*
*hisses & falls out of chair*
MY EYES!
What? No...I'm not a vamp. I just read the whole thing in one sitting & now I'm experiencing severe eyestrain. But it was worth it. Your story is well written & quite gripping.
Will Serene be cured?
Will Persephone arrive in time?
Will Victor be able to rid the kitchen of those unsightly bloodstains with out a visit from Mr. Clean, or will his home become the site of the last showdown between Tim allen & Bob Villa?
And...do you think Medeia would go for a Family Sim with glasses from the Hoosier Heartland?
Lollipop_Girl:
I just *Love* some of the comments I get for this story on both sites! They are priceless!
Ladyrose...Thanks for commenting again!!
Amadeus.. My goodness, I hadnt thought of poor Victor having to try and do that ghastly cleaning.
And hey, Medeia is a single girl..you never know :D hehe thanks for commenting.
earl2blue:
Hi Lollipop Girl,
I am still reading your story - half way through and I really like the starting of this story. The main lead's hair is so appropriate for her! Keep up the good work :)
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