“It is a nice house,” Blake said. “And the ad was right; it’s not near any major roads or anything.”
“Plus we were told we would have neighbors. I admit
I didn’t realize they would be quite so close, but I’m sure it will be fine.
“Uh-huh,” said Shane. He didn’t sound entirely
convinced.
Blake and Shane had followed through with their plan
of leaving Bridgeport after graduation. Both had agreed that the more distance
they could put between them and their families, the better. Setra had thus
seemed perfect, and they made the arrangements to move there as quickly as they
could.
Besides arranging to buy a house he had never seen,
Blake had also managed to get arrange an interview with the local school. By the
end of the day, he had landed the oh-so-glamorous position of playground
monitor.
Shane was a little bit vague about his plans. All
Blake could get out of him is that he was ‘looking into something.’
Shane was vague about a lot of things, really. The
vampire thing for instance. Blake hadn’t really got much more explanation than ‘vampires
have rules to follow.’ It hadn’t bothered him as a teen, but now that they were
married he thought Shane might tell him more.
“I guess it doesn’t really matter,” he thought as he
made dinner. “He isn’t even a vampire anymore.”
Indeed, Shane had taking some sort of cure before
they left, saying it would make things easier for them. Again, Blake hadn’t
thought to question him. He supposed Shane would talk about it if he wanted to.
“Hey, we forgot to get napkins.”
“Eh, doesn’t matter,” Shane replied. “We’ll put it on our list of things to get for the house.”
After dinner they watched a movie. “This isn’t going
to turn in to something where she gets eaten alive?” Blake asked.
“No, she’s dead when it gets her. See? I don’t think
anyone could survive that.”
That night Blake dreams.
He’s floating above the house. Beneath him are
skeletons.
“Soon,” one says, “Soon will be our time. You will
have your part to play young one. Resist it or die.”
