Good morning and welcome to Friday. We have made it to the final prompt of the week. And it looks like an interesting one. Are you ready? I know I am. So put the coffee pot on and while it brews, let’s get ready for it. Timer’s set? Writing implements at the ready? Then let’s go!
Okay I like this one. It will need to be cleaned up a lot because I think my brain tried to throw too many ideas into to small a space. I think there is something to play with though. This I may have to work with this weekend.
Friday, March 25th: Until that night, he thought vampires were myth.
Until that night, he thought vampires were a myth. He had friends who veered from goth into the more vampire themed aesthetic, many of them going as far as to get implants for fake permanent fangs. Nick always thought that was going a bit far. He knew that of his friends he was more main stream looking and was often teased about it.
As they all knew he held down a job to help keep his family afloat, none of them busted him too badly over it. He work black and was into a lot of the same things, but when it came to expensive dentistry his extra cash went towards his little sister’s braces rather than permanent fangs.
That was what he thought he was seeing that night. He was back in his old haunts looking to hang with some friends. It had been a while. After graduation he shifted into full time employment. His mother remarried and while the younger kids were fine, his father considered him nothing more than a freeloader now that he was an adult. With his step father helping to pay the bills at home Nick was released. He found himself a new place all for himself and had now even started himself a savings fund.
His fund was growing because his hours increased and he barely had the time to pick up necessities let alone anything fun. Tonight was his first night off in months and he wanted to take advantage of it. He ditched his work clothes, made a few calls and was told everyone would be meeting up at the old cemetery. While the old graveyard suited the vibe of most of his friends, it was also centrally located. The neighborhood was on one side and the places they wanted to go on the other. It was the ultimate middle ground.
Nick had never had a problem with cemeteries. The dead had never been a fear of his and in fact he liked the older decorative tombstones and the stories they told of the lives now over. When he was younger he would often wader around simply reading the stones and picturing the departed. That night he dressed in black and arrived a little early.
There hadn’t been time for anything but working, eating and sleeping and he relished a little bit of a stroll to put him in a hanging out frame of mind before the others arrived. He was in one of the older parts of the cemetery Looking at the grave of Charlotte Hampton when he heard them arrive. Miss Charlotte always fascinated him. Her tomb was a small temple all on its own and guarded by an angel. While the angel was a common enough theme, the angel by Charlotte’s tomb had an expression he rather liked. It looked as though the angel had been interrupted while she was doing something ng and rather annoyed that she now had to deal with you.
He paid his greetings to Charlotte and her angel and was just about to turn away when he heard the sounds.
Ten til Midnight 