Claire set the paper cape across the empty syringe on the tool tray. “All done.” Corbin stood, his tongue making a bump in his cheek as he worried his fang. “Doesn’t catch anymore…how about that”, he murmured. “You are good, Doctor.” He spotted the vase holding Beau’s flowers. “Lily of the valley. Such a lovely, delicate flower. Legends say it sprung up wherever Mary’s tears fell when her son died on the cross. Did you know they’re also poisonous? Even deadly if ingested.” His lips parted, revealing the newly sharpened tips of his fangs. “Are you poisonous, Claire? Will I die if I taste you?” “I prefer Dr. Hasselman.” She slipped her hand into her lab coat pocket, clasping the stake nestled there. He made a small moue then rubbed his hands …show more content…
“Oh, darlin, it’s gonna take at least an hour.” The lights in the office dimmed then returned to full strength. Corbin’s smile faded as he glanced at the ceiling. A piercing scream ripped through the office, followed by another and another. Corbin’s glittering eyes riveted to Claire. “What’s happening?” “Your friends are dying,” she replied, voice expressionless. “How can they—“ “Ultra violet lights. Installed when I started up my practise. I set the timer when you walked into the office. They’ve switched on.” His eyes bulged then he flew to the door, trying to turn the knob. He howled, his left hand holding the wrist of his smoking right hand. “Silver alloy—remember?” Corbin charged the door, his shoulder down like a line backer. The door repulsed him as if he ran into a force field. “Solid white ash…” she said softly. The screams dwindled into one final whimper. He came to her, fangs long and gleaming, eyes flame red, veins standing out on his face and neck. She yanked out her stake, but he swept it out of her hand as if it were a twig. He grabbed her neck and slammed her head against the wall. Black spots rained down before her …show more content…
We’ve unofficially designated the perp as a vampire serial killer—though it’s up to the vamps to investigate. A monster who kills monsters. Kind of ironic when you think about it.” She looked up, her blue eyes black. Gillis cleared his throat. “Alright then.” He turned to leave, but stopped at the door, his hand resting on the knob. “For what it’s worth, Beau was okay as far as vamps go.” The door closed with a soft click behind him. Claire watched him climb into his unmarked car through the window. She turned off the “Open” sign. Locked the door. Shut the blinds. The front office sank into shadow and stillness. Carrying the white teeth cupped in her hands, Claire walked past her dental treatment rooms, past the vase of Lily of the Valley that perfumed the air, past the restroom. Carefully. Reverentially. Like a bride. She stopped at a recessed door at the end of the hall. An electronic lock glowed red in the dark of the door well. She typed in the code--her father’s birthday—and the door swung
She felt a sharp pain in her right foreleg as the hoof struck the door at an uncomfortable angle. She recoiled at the impact.
Chloe shut the car off and killed the lights, letting nature illuminate the cabin in all its eerie glory.
Her lips formed strange and unusual sounds, her eyes closed softly and her cheeks paled. From her side belt she withdrew a small knife, a dagger. With a quick movement she cut her left hand with the dagger. As the drops of blood hit the cold marble floor the knife also clattered to the ground. The girl remained speaking her foreign tongue and let her life's blood run down her outstretched arm.
“I’ll try to get in first,” he explained. “I’m on good terms with some of the residents here.” He knocked on the door a few times, and then began to call. “Dodi? Graverobber? Tessa? Anyone?”
The flowers are beautiful and eye catching, but serve no real purpose to the house. Elisa feels a connection to the flowers when she tends to them. She claims to have “planter’s hands” just like her mother. When someone compliments or asks about the chrysanthemums her mood brightens, as if they are acknowledging the work that she puts in and her talents. However, after the tinker leaves and Henry and Elisa are driving down the road, she notices that the tinker had discarded the chrysanthemums she had given him on the side of the road. This symbolizes the society that she lives in discarding her abilities and drive because of her
“Coach Miller will post the rosters tomorrow at 12’ sharp. Gentlemen, let’s end with a prayer. Any volunteers?”
Stay away from me.” Yells Aaron as he ran into the arms of Jasmine, squeezing her tight and not letting her go. Sophie is speechless. Does Aaron know the truth of Katrina’s death,? Sophie wondered. Jasmine looked away and looked around the house that had once been a bright happy family home, all the experiences are now faded memories. “Why don’t we go get some fresh air,” Sophie asked Aaron. They both walk outside and sit down the lushes green grass. Sophie still holding Jasmine’s diary holded it tight in her hands staring deeply into thick brown cover, but she wasn’t just captivated by the book she was overtaken by the red blood finger prints that laid on the bottom left hand corner of the diary. Aaron looks at Sophie, then at the house and then back at Sophie. He grabbed the diary from Sophie and opened it. He flicked through a few pages till he reached the exact page that Sophie had read earlier, grabed a pen out of his pocket, took a deep breath and started to write something “I know you killed my
Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.
"Ow! The little mutt bit me!" he cried pulling his hand to his chest, his face scrunched up in pain while I spat his blood out of my mouth.
David climbed up the old, creaky steps, but the door was jammed. He then put all his weight on his shoulders and rammed through the old door. “Now
“What happened?” the doctor asked. In response, she motioned her hand back and forth. Nodding, the doctor gently examined the wound, careful to not induce additional pain.
“Everything okay over here?” Jaime asked. I nodded as I poured the coffee. I grabbed the mug and walked back into my room. I took a sip before grabbing my brush and starting my work again.
“WayWay!,” Jesse said loud, trying to not shout in case he woke the residents up. He scuttled down the path after his brother, who was determined to knock on this door. Up the rickety porch steps he went, it creaked and crackled under his weight.
He laughed, “Yes, I’m almost done. You can go back to the Common Room if you want.”
Claire’s arrival in Gullen was a great deal to all the townspeople. As the years went by Gullen slowly started to fall into debt and poverty leaving them to look up to Claire Zachanassian for hope. When Claire stepped off of the train she had several bags, a black panther in a cage, her butler, husband, two men, and a coffin. After listening to a speech by the major welcoming