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  Aloysius Van der Merwe Turns his First Girl

  Vamps and Aliens

  Tessa Schlesinger

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  Aloysius Van der Merwe Turns his First Girl

  Vamps and Aliens

  Aloysius van der Merwe had grown up in a family that lusted after blood. There was nothing unusual about that. His family, after all, were vampires. Not only were they vampires, but their lineage stretched back to the time of Leleith, and the birth of their species.

  Aloysius knew the story well. He rather wished that Leleith had found another way of keeping their line immortal. What was wrong with carrot juice, he wondered. He really hated having to take a bite out of his friends simply to keep alive, and it wasn’t as if carrot juice wasn’t just as tasty as blood. In fact, he infinitely preferred carrot juice to blood – especially when it came to type 0 negative. He hated O negative with a passion, B positive was barely passable, and while he managed to gulp down type AB positive without chocking, he still preferred carrot juice. And he really didn’t like having to take a bite out of his friends. But what was a vampire to do?

  “Darling, what are you doing upstairs? It’s such a lovely night! Don’t you want to go out and play with your friends?” His mother, like all mothers everywhere, was continually worried about his health and happiness. She had even brought him home a lovely young lady the previous evening. She was eighteen – just the same age as Aloysius – and although the fact that he would live forever and the young lady would live – maybe – for another eighty years, Aloysius felt greater kindness towards her in that moment than he did for his mother. Surely, his mother didn’t expect him to take a bite out of the young lady?

  But of course she did. Aloysius remembered somewhat glumly he was a vampire, and that without the blood of others, he wasn’t going to live for long. What was he going to do? He felt decidedly glum. Worse, he hated himself, because he had been so hungry when his mother brought her up to him, that he had been consumed with blood lust and nipped her after all. When he had escorted her downstairs a few hours later, he knew that he not only liked her in every way, but that he was going to turn her.

  He felt perfectly dreadful about it. What happened if she, too, preferred carrot juice to blood? He thought that being a vampire sucked.

  He supposed he better get out of his coffin and prepare for the night. Fortunately this evening his color was much better than it had been for some time. Gone was the peaked white look, and when he went downstairs a few minutes later, his mother immediately noticed the difference.

  “Darling, you’ve got some color in your cheeks! I’m so glad that you were able to enjoy that tasty morsel I brought for you last night.”

  Aloysius thought he would have preferred carrot juice. Instead he smiled at his mother and said, “So have you anything planned for this evening?”

  “Jackius and myself are going down to the house at the river. There’s a big party going down there tonight, and we’ve heard strange rumors about that place. We think it’s time to check it out.”

  Aloysius had heard the rumors as well. He thought that they were just rumors and didn’t pay any attention to them. The fact that his mother and father were going to investigate gave him pause for thought, though. Both his parents were outstanding private investigators and if they felt there was something wrong, there might well be. He hoped it was just urban myth.

  As he made his way to the local bar down the road, Aloysius thought of the evening ahead. He had arranged with Belinda – for that was the name of the lovely young lady he had supped on the previous night – and himself might spend the night drinking and getting to know each other. At some point, he knew that he would be supping on her again, and strangely, for Aloysius, the thought did not repulse him quite as much as it had just twenty four hours earlier. He was, however, very nervous about turning her. He had never turned anyone before, and his parents had always warned him of the seriousness of that action.

  “We sup only once or twice off people, and we never endanger their lives in anyway. We do not turn people, unless there is no other way.”

  He wondered what had happened that most vamps just didn’t see it that way, anymore. Certainly his parents belonged to a completely different generation. They were both many thousands of years old, and though they looked no older than he did, their accumulated wisdom was something he respected. If only he enjoyed the blood, he thought.

  It was close to ten in the evening when Aloysius walked into Burberry Pub. He spotted Belinda with a group of friends almost immediately. Actually he knew that his sharp nostrils had picked up her scent and even if his eyes did not alight on her immediately, he would still have found her with ease. She had a very distinct scent and he liked it more and more.

  “Hi Sweetheart,” he murmured.

  “My, you are fast,” she joked.

  “I don’t mean to be,” he replied sincerely, and she thought it was the sweetest thing he had ever heard.

  “Let’s go down to the river,” one of Belinda’s friends suggested. Aloysius did not want to go down to the river and he was about to shake his head when Belinda said, “What a good idea. I’ve been dying to know if the rumors are true.”

  “Well, if they are, I hope you’ve got your running shoes on!” a young dark haired beauty slurred.

  “As if you believe it!” The freckle faced young man nudged the dark haired beauty a little too intimately for it to be a platonic friendship. He took hold of her hand and said, “Let’s go.”

  With that the party stood up as one, and Aloysius found himself tagging along because Belinda went along as well. He wondered what had happened to their getting to know each other and his sipping of her.

  It wasn’t a long drive down to the river and the group of about a dozen young people saw the lights of the party. Aloysius could see about a hundred cars parked outside, including that of his parents, and thought that was quite a sizeable gathering of people. Cynically he thought that they probably all came because of the rumors.

  As he and Belinda walked to the front door, a little apart from each other, he asked her, “What do you think of the rumors?”

  “That the aliens have landed and this is their home?” Belinda smiled as she spoke, almost mockingly. Her cheeks dimpled as she did, and Aloysius felt t
he blood lust again. His appetite for carrot juice disappeared.

  Aloysius waited for her to finish her thoughts and for a few moments there was silence. They both stopped walking, and as if they both silently consented with each other, they waited for the others to enter the house, and they stood in the silent night and watched the moon and heard the river.

  “I doubt the aliens have landed. However, I think there’s probably something strange about the people who live here. There’s no smoke without a fire, and I’m quite curious to see what it is.”

  Those were exactly the thoughts of Aloysius, and probably those of his parents, he thought. They both turned to face the front door and walked towards it, their hands unconsciously sneaking towards each other, so that by the time they entered, anybody observing them would have thought that they intimately involved with each other.

  Aloysius knew that something was different the moment he walked through the front door. It was a scent that was completely unknown to him. He looked around to find his parents but didn’t see them. He sniffed. He didn’t pick up their scent either. He thought, perhaps, that the strange new smell that wafted to his nostrils might be covering the scent of his parents. He thought it for all of two minutes, and then he knew that it wasn’t so.

  The cause of that strange new odor stood in front of him. She was tall – about 6’ – with midnight hair twisted on top of her head, stark features, black eyes, pointed features, and a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

  She said, “If you’ll come with me, you can join your parents.”

  And Aloysius knew that was the last thing he should do.

  “The night’s still young,” he said, purposefully clinging to Belinda as if love and lust were all that was on his mind. “I’ll see my parents when I get home. I’ve got other things on my mind,” and he laughed as if that was exactly true.

  “Where can I get a carrot juice for my girl?” he babbled because he was scared, and his every instinct told him that he had to leave that house as fast as he possibly could otherwise he wouldn’t be leaving at all. Intuitively young Aloysius knew that he had come up against a very, very bad enemy, and that his life, and the livs of his parents’ was in the hanging. He wondered if his parents were alive and then wondered what he was thinking. They were vampires. Vampires lived forever!

  The tall woman looked at him and said, “If they have blood.”

  Belinda looked at her and said, “What?”

  The woman ignored her and walked away.

  Aloysius breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Belinda, there is something wrong here. Let’s go.”

  “I think so, too. She is strange, isn’t she?”

  “You felt it?”

  “Yes.” She gazed at Aloysius. “Something about her didn’t feel right.”

  Aloysius looked across the room and saw that the strange woman was starting at them. He made as if to turn towards the bar and when she looked away, he shifted his direction and headed towards the door.

  At the door, he caught that strange whiff again, very strongly, and when he and Belinda walked out the door, there were two very tall men and one very tall women waiting for them. Belinda looked at him, and he looked at her. She said it first. “It’s true, then. There are aliens here.”

  “And they aren’t friendly.”

  And then he was fighting for his life. Belinda, he found to his delight, was fighting right alongside him. He counted his lucky stars before he felt himself grow weak as one of the tall men clawed him with nails that came out of nowhere. He bared his fangs, and lunged to bite, but the alien withdrew his claws and jumped out of the way. He saw Belinda fall down and felt himself weaken further, and then he fell to the ground. He didn’t know what sort of poison the alien’s claws contained, but obviously it wasn’t friendly towards vamps.

  Aloysius woke in a darkened room later in the evening. He found his parents alongside him. Like him, they were bound with chains, and try as he might, he could not break from them. “We’ve tried already. Whatever they’re made of, it’s nothing we’re familiar with.”

  “Who are they?” asked Aloysius.

  “They’re Leleith’s contemporaries. We were once like them.”

  “You mean those are the people who banished Leleith to this planet?” And then Aloysius had another thought. “You mean those stories were true?” he asked.

  “Why shouldn’t they be?”

  “They’re thousands of years old,” replied Aloysius.

  “So are we,” said his mother somewhat sharply. That doesn’t make us liars.”

  Belinda stirred. “Oh, I feel so sick,” she whimpered. “What happened?” Then memory returned and she turned towards Aloysius, frightened, “What are you?” she asked. “Are you an alien as well? You have fangs.”

  “I’m a vampire - those things you read about in fiction books and see on ABC television.”

  “Oh that,” she replied, “I thought that they didn’t exist.”

  He didn’t know what to say.

  “We have to get out of here,” said Jackius, Aloysius’ father.

  “Easier said than done. They’ve weakened us considerably. Obviously know something about our biology that we don’t.”

  Belinda sat up, pulled at her chains, pulled again, and then they snapped. “Ooops,” she said. “It obviously work on your biology, not on mine.” With that, she made her way to the chains of her fellow captives, and broke them as well.

  As the chains broke, Aloysius felt a little better. He pushed them away from him, “I think there’s something in the chains that keep us weak,” he said, and it must have been so because he felt his strength returning.

  He moved towards the door but it was locked, and nothing he did could force it off its hinges. He could hear loud music from upstairs so he knew the party was still going.

  “We have to get out of here.” Understatement of the year, he thought.

  Belinda walked towards the door, opened it, and walked through. “Works for me,” she said.

  Aloysius thought she could very definitely become part of his world and wondered how she would feel about being turned. At least she knew what a vampire was. Some people hadn’t.

  The blood lust returned and he felt his fangs lengthn in his mouth. His mother said, “Belinda, darling, we probably won’t be able to just walk out of here.” Darling, questioned Aloysius? His mother was thinking the same thoughts that he was?

  “It’s going to be a hard fight. They may or may not want to disturb their party upstairs, but I do think we need to use the party as a distraction. Just don’t let their claws get anywhere near you. We think that they contain some sort of poison that weakens us.”

  Aloysius had learnt that. “Did they claw you?” he asked Belinda. “Yes, it hurt, but it wasn’t responsible for my passing out. That was the fear I felt when I saw your fangs,” she said sheepishly. “It all rather happened together.”

  The four of them made their way upstairs. As they entered the door that led to the large room where the party was going full swing, Aloysius saw that there were about a dozen very tall people, all with the pitch black hair and the black eyes. Around them, couples were dancing to rock music. They were having a very good time.

  They continued to walk, and as they did, the tall ones turned to them and made their way towards them. With a round dozen to their four – three as he knew he couldn’t count Belinda – it wasn’t very good odds in their favor.

  “Fangs,” whispered his father.

  It was forbidden to ever reveal their fangs in public, but Aloysius instantly understood the wisdom in his father’s planning. It would cause chaos as humans began to panic. The humans would run for the door and as they did, the four of them could possibly make their exit.

  Belinda wasn’t waiting around. She was running as fast as she could towards the door. Aloysius saw an alien heading towards her. He fanged and lunged towards the alien. He heard screams and saw the claws of the tall man coming towards him. He
heard more screams as panic erupted all around him.

  “Run,” he screamed and turned to defend himself against the alien. “Lesius,” the thought entered his mind. That was the name of the ancient people of Leleith. He wished he had listened more readily to the stories his mother had told him, but he hadn’t. He saw the claws erupt from the man’s hands and decided that kicking was the best option. His right foot came up as he leapt for the man’s face. He scored a direct hit but the man did not topple. Instead the man also bared his fangs. Aloysius gasped. Whereas his own mouth of teeth contained only two fangs, every tooth in the mouth of the Lesius before him was fanged, and dripping with blood.

  Aloysius became aware that the Lesius was trying to prevent everybody from leaving and that two Lesius had posted themselves at each of the external doors. As he battled with the Lesius who had engaged him, he saw both his parents battling three of the giants. The rest of the Lesius were attacking the party guests.

  And then Aloysius gave a mighty kick to the stomach of the alien before him and the man fell to the ground. “Aha! Weak spot,” he thought. He dodged another Lesius, saw a third one draw a weapon of some sort and start firing shots into the room. Some people fell. So did Belinda. He ran towards her, picked her up, slung her over his shoulder, and ran for the door. He needed to get the door open. The din of the screams was enormous. He saw various people dialing 911, and then saw despair settle on their face. There was obviously no signal.

  He came to the door, and filled with some super vampire strength that he did not know he possessed, he kicked at the mid center stomach of both Lesius in rapid succession. They both went down like flies. He went out with Belinda still slung over his shoulder, but not before glancing back and seeing both his parents fighting off Lesius. There were two Lesius attacking each of his parent’s now, and his parents seemed to be losing. “Kick ‘em in the stomach!” Aloysius yelled as loudly as he could.