The Vampire Pirate's Daughter

by Lynette Ferreira

  I hear Carmine returning before I see her. When they walk into the clearing, I look up at them and then I see Duncan walk toward me. Hurriedly I stand up and reach for my clothes. I pull my shorts on and then my shirt over my head. I shake out my sun-dried hair. Duncan reaches me as soon as I turn toward the fire.

  I smile friendly past him. “Hi, Carmine. How was the walk?”

  She comes toward me and excitedly she exclaims, “You missed it. We saw buck on the other side of the fence. It was great!”

  I ignore Duncan and I walk past him toward Carmine. Together we walk toward the fire, while she jabbers excitedly about the antelope she saw.

  I notice Duncan pretend to walk past as if he never noticed me either and then he reaches toward his bag on the ground. He pulls on a hooded jacket and then slowly he walks toward the fire as well.

  Carmine walks to Andrew and so I do not have a choice but to stand next to Andrew. For a long moment, all three of us stare into the fire quietly and then I smell the meat. Lionel places the steaks and sausages on the grill and I ask hesitantly, “Can I have mine as rare as possible?”

  Lionel laughs. “You like your meat, like I like mine. Just enough sizzle so that it cannot stand up and walk away.”

  I smile relieved. “I don’t know why,” I start.

  Lionel interrupts me, “That is how meat should be eaten, isn’t it obvious?” He looks around at the others. “Not like all of them who like theirs medium or well-done.”

  Andrew guffaws, “Hey, I like to enjoy my food. How can you even eat it when you can still see it swimming in blood on your plate?”

  Lionel laughs. “Yum!”

  Andrew grimaces, “Yuck!”

  Lionel retaliates, “Don’t dismiss it, if you’ve never tried it.”

  I am glad I have an ally, because I would have hated to gag down a medium steak. The smell of sweet, singed meat fills the air.

  Later we eat, and Andrew sits next to me on a log. We eat in silence and when we are finished, I lick my fingers clean.

  He bumps against me playfully. “Did you enjoy that?”

  Embarrassed I smile. “I did.”

  “I honestly don’t know how you can eat it like that. I prefer mine as well done as possible, before turning it to charcoal.”

  I shiver and he laughs.

  We clear up and dispose of the plastic cutlery and paper plates in the metal bins standing near enough.

  Everybody sits down again and then Duncan starts to tell us a ghost story. I feel myself leaning toward Andrew, but I do not lean into him.

  Amused I wonder what they would say or how fast they would run if I told them my scary story.

  Chapter Seven

  A few weeks later, I get into the backseat of the Mini Cooper with Carmine next to me and I fasten my seatbelt. Nudging her, I point to her safety belt uneasily.

  I do not want to seem old before my time, but I have an urgent need and I ask, “Are you sure you can drive, Duncan. You seriously had too much to drink.”

  He laughs from the front with Andrew sitting next to him in the front passenger seat. “I am a good driver and I am not that drunk.”

  Trying to get rid of the nervous tension in the pit of my stomach, I lean my head back against the headrest.

  We are leaving from a nightclub in the city. Although we are underage and not allowed into the main dance floor, we sat outside by the large wooden tables and benches. Duncan has friends who are eligible to drink and with the present legislation, you do not have to be too old to be able to drink yourself into oblivion. Duncan kept saying that only one more year and he will be eighteen, then he can stop begging his friends to go to the bar for him. Although he refers to it as begging, he still got drunk. He is not paralytic drunk, but I am sure he had too much to drink to be able to drive.

  We drive slowly away from the club and through the city streets. I hear the doors pop and see from the corner of my eye Carmine’s hand resting on the lock function of her door. I reach out and hold her hand in mine, resting it on the seat between us.

  It is not advisable to drive in the city at night for fear of hijacking. It used to be do not talk to strangers, or do not take candy from strangers, and now parents have to add to that list, lock your doors when you are in the car and after twelve treat stoplights as yield signs. Try your best not to stop at a red light late at night. Not long from now parents will have to draw up a list, similar to the Ten Commandments and make sure their kids learn it off by heart by the time they are five.

  We leave the city and take the off ramp onto the highway going south. Duncan accelerates and moves over to the fast lane. Drunk as he is he loses all sense of logic and now he wants to show off. The entire evening he tried to get me alone. Under the table, he moved his leg to rest against mine and I had to move it repeatedly. The more he drank, the less he got the message that I was not interested. At one point I wistfully wished that it would be Andrew pursuing my so persistently, but he almost pretended that I did not exist.

  Once I felt him watching me and when I looked up at him sideways, he turned his gaze toward another group of people standing to the side of our table. Andrew did not have a lot to drink and for most of the evening he sat there pensively, turning the green beer bottle around and around, with his fingertips resting on the open mouth.

  Carmine was singing at the top of her lungs and at one point, she was even dancing on top of our table. She was not drunk though, she just had that permanent intoxicated state about her. Some people had to drink to be this exuberant and enthusiastic, but to Carmine, it came naturally.

  Besides, except for me trying to avoid Duncan, I had a pleasant evening. It was not like when I went out in the seventies or even the nineties when things got wild and out of hand and the friends I had on those separate occasions used to call me a wet blanket, no matter how hard I tried to fit in. Now in the new millennium young adults seem to be more mature and grown-up, perhaps a sign of the times. Young people have to grow up fast these days.

  Duncan looks away from the road, over his shoulder, at me. “Are you inviting us for coffee, Susie?”

  I am about to say that it is after two in the morning, but I gasp instead as I see the road ahead narrow and as drunk as Duncan is, he sees the look of fear in my eyes.

  He turns forward and he yanks the steering wheel sharply to the left. I feel the car swerve and then I feel the car on my side lift.

  As if in slow motion, the car lifts into the air. It lifts so high that it twirls once and then drops down onto the tarmac with an explosion of sound. It does not stop though. It bounces over again … again … again.

  The car comes to a stop on its side. It rocks violently from side to side and then the rocking slowly stops. I am hanging in my safety belt and I look toward Carmine beneath me. In a daze, she holds her hands in front of her face, staring at the glistening red crimson blood coating her fingers.

  Amazingly, I hear Duncan laugh from the front and then I see Andrew slumped over against the broken glass of the shattered window under him.

  I pull at my safety harness with such might that I pull the bolt out of the seat with one hand and it pops with a loud crash, while I hold onto the doorframe with my other hand. I did not want to fall down onto Carmine.

  Hoisting myself out of the window, I hunch on the car and then I leap down. I land on my feet and then I run around to the other side of the car. Without a moment of hesitation, I crouch down and grab onto the frame of the car - easy really, because all the windows on the car had been shattered. I lift the car without difficulty and it bounces over onto its tires.

  Fear makes me open Carmine’s door first. She has a gash across her arm and leaning over her to undo her safety harness; I suddenly have an urge, an awful urge to massacre her and the rest of them. The smell of blood is cloying its way up my nostrils and I feel the saliva in my mouth. I feel an ache in my throat and an unimaginable thirst.

  I rip the clip out of the mechanism and then I help her out
of the car, letting her sit on the side of the road on the verge. The car bounced into the grass next to the four-lane highway.

  I hear Duncan struggling against his door, where it is wedged into the frame of the car. With lightening speed, I run around the car and pull the door off its hinges. He climbs out, laughing hysterically and almost walks into the oncoming traffic. I pull him around the car toward Carmine and he sits down next to her, his legs suddenly buckling under him.

  With trepidation, I move toward the car again. I should not have left him until last, I know. I have an awful feeling though that he might be dead, judging by the way he is still slumped forwards. The bouncing over of the car should have woken him, but it did not.

  With a violent scraping, I open the door on his side and noisily it falls to the ground. Leaning in, I know I need to hurry, because the smell of iron is overwhelming in the car. I am unsure how long I can stay focused, how long I will be able to push the animal in me aside.

  With feeble fingers, I compress the safety harness buckle and it pops. I pull the belt away from his chest and he folds over double. I pick him up and relieved I hear his heartbeat when I carry him. Just as the headlights of a car sweep over us, I place him softly on the ground in front of Carmine and Duncan. The engine of the car stopping behind us die and I hear cries of shock and doors slamming.

  I turn around and I start to walk away, I cannot manage the monster anymore. It wants to surface and it wants to drink. The beast in me does not care if there are other people around, it has one purpose and one purpose only and that is to satisfy its craving.

  When I am a distance away, I hear Carmine’s voice as if she is talking next to me, “Susie, where are you going?”

  I hear Duncan ask, “How did she do that?”

  I could not walk away now, because it would result in us having to move again, move somewhere far away. I would have to stay and somehow explain what had just happened, before I appeared on some most wanted list. Could I even leave Andrew, when I have this unexplained pull toward him? I have these emotions and feelings in me, when I look at him or when I see him that I have never experienced before. I have always wanted to know what it feels like to love and to be loved, and this could be my one and only opportunity. I know I will always have Ethan, he would always try to convince me that he feels affection for me, but this with Andrew, could possibly have a different prospect for me. I laugh cynically - a different prospect for a short moment in time, perhaps.

  Turning toward the wreck again, I slowly walk back to them.

  When I reach them, the people who had arrived are helping where they can. I hear the ambulance, before they see the lights approaching.

  The white vehicle stops next to the crunched up metal that used to be a car. The red light blinks… blinks … blinks irritatingly.

  Standing separated from them I notice the paramedics lean over Andrew, where he is still lying where I left him. The paramedic looks him over, prods here and there and then they lift him onto a stretcher.

  The paramedic calls to me and I walk back to them. He wants to take my pulse, but I pull my arm away from his probing fingers. I say determinedly, “I am fine. Will Andrew be okay?”

  “He’ll be fine,” he replies dismissively.

  A paramedic leans over Carmine and they clean up her arm. The amount of blood did not justify the injury.

  A police van stops behind the ambulance and I see them leading Duncan toward it. He goes willingly and I think he must still be in shock.

  The paramedic standing across from me turns back to me. “There is a police squad car, behind that red car parked over there.” He points his finger toward it. “You and your friend there with the wound on her arm, can drive with them to the hospital. Even if you say you are fine, and you look fine, you should still be examined and kept overnight.”

  He starts to walk away from me and I follow him. I come to a stop next to Carmine and the paramedic helps her to her feet. She is weak and I immediately put my arm around her shoulder to support her to me.

  Slowly we walk toward the police car and then a police officer opens the back door for us and we get into the car. We sit there silently waiting for the police officer while he is talking to another officer. The scene looks like a nightclub, with all the flashing lights in blue and red.

  The police officer gets into the cruiser and he starts his car. We follow the ambulance back into the city and I watch everything around me with a distant disassociation.

  I feel Carmine reaching toward me. Her hand folds around mine tentatively and I hold her hand tightly.

  When we eventually get to the hospital, I see the stretcher Andrew is on, pushed into a different direction to where the officer is leading us. I stay with Carmine while they put antiseptic on her wound again. It is not big enough to warrant stitches.

  Moments later her mom and dad rushes into the emergency room. Mr. Van Heerden is an imposing figure and at school he reigns with a steel fist. He is frowning irately, but Mrs. Van Heerden is a real motherly figure, and looking at her, I feel sad that there is nobody coming to rush to my side. Amanda and Shayne probably do not even know I am here. I wonder how it would feel to have those pudgy arms fold around me and to sink into that plumpness.

  I excuse myself, mumbling that I have to phone my brother. I hear Mrs. Van Heerden ask Carmine where Andrew is and then Mr. Van Heerden grumbles something incoherently.

  I walk out of the hospital. Nobody came to me to see if I was okay. They assumed I was only a passerby lending a helping hand. Looking at me, you would not say that I had just been through a traumatic experience. This however is nothing compared to other experiences I have encountered before.

  I stay outside watching life pass me by for hours and then I walk back into the hospital. Wandering through the endless corridors, I eventually see his sleeping face turned toward the door on the snow-white pillow. A soft light glows over him in the otherwise dark room.

  Softly I walk toward his bed. I sit down on the bench next to his bed and then softly I fold my hand over his lying next to his side.

  He stirs and then he opens his eyes gradually. When his eyes focus on me, he smiles slowly and he whispers, “Hey.”

  Chapter Eight

  The afternoon after the accident, I get a worried call from Amanda. With her motherly concern, rather than being an older sister, she says hurriedly when I answer the phone, “Susie! Where are you?”

  Defiantly I answer her, “It took you this long to notice I was not there?”

  Defensively she replies, “No, we noticed this morning already, but we thought you were just having fun. It is late now though and I was getting worried.”

  I sigh. It has been a long night. “I am okay. We were in a car accident last night and I am here with Andrew.”

  Andrew is looking at me and I smile at him. I say Andrew, but she does not know about him. How do you explain that you are desperately in love with someone you should not even be friends with? We have lived long enough to integrate ourselves into everyday living, but it would be unacceptable to fall in love with a human. I would be the laughing stock of my community.

  She asks, “Is he one of your friends?”

  “Yes. He is Carmine’s brother.” She knows who Carmine is. After that first day Carmine came to my house and permanently borrowed my clothes, she has come over regularly. Carmine often exclaims how idyllic it must be to live with your older brother and his wife.

  “Was he seriously hurt?” Amanda asks.

  “No, he is okay. He knocked his head badly, but other than that, he will be okay.”

  “It is always so sad to watch them when one of their own dies. Carmine is close to you, so I would have hated to have to see her so sad when she came to visit you. It would dampen that bubbly personality of hers.”

  Since the invention of the ‘vitamin’ there is nothing really that can kill us. Shayne, Amanda and I tend to avoid the murderous groups of our race. Just as humans do, we have our bad areas too
, where you avoid settling down, so we are never really in danger of being killed, unless of course we went to look for trouble.

  I agree with Amanda, “Yes, it would be sad.”

  “How long are you going to stay at the hospital?”

  “I don’t know.”

  She reminds me, “You know it is new moon tomorrow. I do not know how you can be at the hospital with all that blood, when you must be dipping from your high.”

  “I have managed to block it out.” She has reminded me though, and once again, I smell the sweet stickiness of the dark red fluid.

  “I’ll see you later then. Do not cause a scandal, by staying longer than you feel comfortable,” she warns.

  “Okay.”

  Ending the call, I look toward Andrew. His hand is folded around mine. I know he could not hear Amanda, because the sound setting on my phone is set on one, unlike other people who have their settings on full and you can hear every word the person on the other side of the line is saying.

  Sighing exasperated, I roll my eyes. “My sister-in-law.”

  He smiles up at me, his strong face turned toward me. Softly he asks, “You live with your brother?”

  “I do, because my mom and dad died when I was.” I almost say sixteen and stop myself shocked. Quickly I say, “When I was younger.”

  “I am sorry.” He looks sorry. Unlike the countless people I have said this to before, he actually knows exactly what it feels like.

  Now that he seems more aware than yesterday, I ask tentatively, “Can you remember anything from yesterday?”

  He smiles apologetically. “It’s hazy. I have flashes of things, but it is too weird though, so I do not think it is memory, more like wild nightmares.”

  I smile sadly. He thinks I am a nightmare. To get my mind off it, I say, “Duncan spend last night in jail for DUI and Carmine has a small cut across her arm, but she will be fine.”