Too Mainstream of a Dream.

Everyday I would roam the hospital corridors. My father was a doctor there and I spent most of my time after school in the hospital he worked in while waiting for him. There was not much to do after completing my homework, especially when I am only 12, and my work load is not very challenging. So I made friends with nurses mostly. I befriended some patients too, but they come and go.


I would observe the habits of those around me. Their behavior and daily patterns and routines. Most the nurses have almost predictable routines. All but one. She was young, not very pretty, not very noticeable and not very special. But the things she did, and the way she did it, caught my attention.


She was in charge of dealing with dead bodies. I for one suspected she volunteered to take that job. But ever since she took the post, there has been a disturbingly rapid increase in the number of dead bodies. Of females especially.


When she wheels them off to the morgue, she likes to do it herself. She volunteer herself to do it in a jolly manner, excited almost.


I also noticed the bodies of these females, look like they still had colour. They didn't have that stiff, pale and cold look. They looked like they were just sleeping, and not dead.


I decided to investigate the case. I secretly followed the nurse to the morgue. I sneaked in the doors as she placed the body on the silver table.


Then, I watched as the nurse grab a few tools. A syringe. It was filled with a red liquid which I presumed was blood. Then I noticed the body move. It was breathing! I knew it! She wasn't dead! She was just unconscious, I thought.


The nurse then used the syringe to insert the blood into the mouth of the woman.


Just then, I man appeared from the back door. He had dark hair, pale skin that was sickly looking, but his physical form seemed healthy and strong.


To my shock, the man started to suck on the woman's neck.


For some reason, I ended up in one of those over rated vampire stories. I was kinda annoyed. But never the less, I had to do something about this situation.


I went home and did some research on vampires and how to stop them.


I found out that their victims had to drink a small amount of vampire blood. This is to allow the victim to be bounded to the vampire. Thus allowing the vampire to feed on the victim. It is sort of like when a dog marks its territory.


Also, the only way to stop a vampire is to inject it with to drops of its own blood, then a hug, by a child has to be given to the vampire.

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I told my father about the situation, he believed me. However, I suspect the only reason he did was cause he wanted to humor me, and he knew I wont leave him alone until he does believe me.

The next day he followed stalk the nurse. True enough, another female "body". When she brought the body to the morgue, my father questioned her, and she told him the lady was truly dead. My dad checked her pulse, and sure enough, she didn't have a pulse.

My father lectured me.  Just then, the vampire appeared and turn my father into a bird.

He then tried to inject his blood into me. I snatched the syringe from him and ran towards the exit door, then he grabbed my arm. I then quickly injected the blood into him. Twice. Then I gave the vampire a hug.

He then started to shrink into a small vampire. Palm size. I then trapped him under a basin. The nurse and several other female victims then emerged. They thanked me and asked me to kill the vampire.

Just when I was about to, the vampire made me a proposition. He told me if I let him live, he would give immunity to his previous victims and me and also turn my father back to human, given that he was allowed to live and feed on other victims.

I knew what had to be done.