User blog:Ore-samma/My Dhampir (slight horror) (slight Yandere)

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Release of Halloween one-shot #4

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Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

I looked at the pitiful corpse of the most recent victim of the serial killer the city guard was searching for, for three months now.

“Corporal!” I barked to my junior guardsman who was carefully cataloging all the items left at the crime scene. “Did you finish the report on the body?”

“Right here sir!” He said, handing me a separate notepad which I took and read.

Several stab wounds to the feet and hands, specific in spots to ensure difficulty in walking or running, and handicapping ability to fight back.

Magical removal of the eyes and vocal chords.

Magical removal of the heart while the victim is alive.

I sighed and handed back the report. “Nine victims, nine!” I growled as I looked about the crime scene.

“And that’s not all.” A voice called out behind me, bringing me to turn around.

“Oh?”

The City’s secret police chief nodded. “Each victim was warned by a series of letters.” He looked at the corpse and shook his head. “We took this one very seriously, but even with our protection; the killer somehow got to him.”

“A series of letters? Do you have them? I would like to see them.”

The chief shook his head. “Afraid I can’t, we are narrowing down who might have written them and I don’t want to clue the killer as to what’s going on.” He turned around, “But what I will say is this, the killer always sends three letters.”

I fumed, why couldn’t the secret police help the town’s guard? I gave an exasperated sigh and turned back to my corporal. “I’m going to make my report to the Guard Captain, you got it covered here?”

“Yes sir!”

I turned to leave but a new recruit ran up. “Sir! I have a letter for you!” He handed over a sealed envelope.

I stode onward

You may try to run, but my lips on your feet will make you stay.

You may try to fight, but I will stop you with a kiss to your palm.

You can’t get away- I’m coming for you- It won’t be long.

I slowly looked around feeling a chill run up my spine….I was next….

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(later)

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I woke in a cold sweat. I could barely sleep these last few weeks. And that the secret police wouldn’t even confirm if the letter was or wasn’t from the killer made it worse! They even confiscated the letter and relieved me of duties from the town guard, adding to my stress!

I paced out of the bedroom and into the hallway- something wasn’t right! I felt as though my chest was stabbed! I coughed as I got up and went to the window….wait a second- why was the window open?

I thrusted my head out the window and looked around.

A flash of motion caught my eye and I saw a shadow sneak around a corner.

Without thinking I got my robe, sword and hurried to the spot on the street- nothing but boot tracks that belonged to either a small man or a normal woman.

I looked about- nothing seemed off about the streets.

I heard a bird startle down a different alley and took off running.

I screamed as something toppled into me, and I shoved it aside and looked.

Another body…..I felt a sick sense of strange relief as I noticed the regular calling card wounds on the person and called out for the town guard.

It wasn’t long before the usual crowd gathered, but I slinked off. I felt helpless and being relieved of duty- even if it was with pay- made it all worse!

I pushed it all away as I made my way to the tavern and sat down to breakfast.

“Here’s a tea compliments of an admirer and a letter.”

I froze as I looked at the ominous envelope and stopped the barmaid.

“Wait a second! Did you see who gave this letter to you?”

The barmaid shrugged. “It was left on the countertop, no one saw who left it- but it was addressed to you.” She winked. “Whoever it was, they must have a close eye on you, love.” She giggled as she left.

I tried to laugh with her, but the mirth died in my throat almost like the acidic precursor to throwing up….which probably wasn’t all that far away as I opened the letter with trembling hands.

''Did you enjoy my gift? I am going to take good care of you!''

I will steal your eyes, for all you will be able to see is me.

I will take your breath away, so that you won’t be able to call or say anything but my name.

All these things I say are true.

''Soon shall it be, you and me together! One and the same.''

I felt a sob bubble in my chest as my body felt deathly ill.

I pushed away the food and shivered in my chair, looking around the Tavern….wondering who could it be….but more than that….why did they want to hurt me?

(later)

“You’re serious?” I said, feeling an immense trembling steal through my body.

The Guard Captain nodded. “Yes! We found the killer, red-handed and his execution has already been carried out a few days ago.” He leaned back in his chair and gestured to the dark orange cloak on his desk. “You are reinstated back to your position. And the Secret Police send their thanks for your cooperation!”

I took up the cloak and mantle of the town guard and held it to my chest. “Thank you, Captain!” I muttered. “What roster will I be on?”

He waved his hand. “We are going to have you be an instructor for the rest of the winter before we return you back to active patrols on the Southern Road. A little easing you back into it all.” He stood and shook my hand. “Report to the academy tomorrow, and welcome back.”

I exhaled and nodded. “Thank you!”

“Oh! One more thing! A letter arrived for you.” He handed over an envelope.

I was so full of happiness that I didn't even read the letter until I was home…..and then I had to read it a few times to realize what I was seeing.

I am watching you, I watch you all the time.

In my dreams I see your face, and in the morning when your days start.

Tonight I will come, and you will be mine.

I will lay my all, and finally claim your heart.

This couldn’t be possible? The killer was alive? How could this be? How-

I gulped from hearing a knock at my door.

I rushed to the window, thinking about jumping out…..but it was three stories down...I would die.

“If this is it!” I said with gritted teeth and took out my sword. “Then I will die fighting! No more fear!”

I padded to the door, another three knocks sounded. I turned the handle, and-

“Darling! Hello!”

-and was immediately tackled by a strangely familiar skinny girl with a strange red hat and boots.

“H-h-hello? Who are you?”

“I knew you wouldn't recognize me.” The girl said, kissing my cheek and smiling up at me with her wide pale-blue eyes. “But I never forgot you that day you saved me from that out-of-control horse carriage.”

She let go and smoothed out her long coat and shuffled her feet in a nervous manner.

“It took a while, but I just had to build up the courage to come here and talk to you. You are so handsome and all, and there were so many girls who were always checking you out…..I just didn’t know if you felt the same way about me….or even if you had any feelings at all for anyone else!”

“But- but- The serial killer! The three notes! You weren’t the one who-”

The pretty girl flinched somewhat. “Serial killer? You thought that was me? Why on earth would you think that?”

“The letters!” I cried out, slipping out from her arms and backing up a bit, my sword limp at my side. “They always got three letters before they were killed!”

The young girl tilted her head to the side. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her eyes took on a strange, flat appearance. “Why do you want to talk about that?” She stepped forward and touched the tips of her index fingers together.

“Don’t you like me?” She took another step.

“Don’t you think I’m pretty?” She slid her hand to the handle of a knife on her belt.

“Why did you save me if you didn’t love me?”

Her eyes slid to the sword still in my hand.

“Darling…..give me your sword….I could almost swear you were thinking about hurting me….we wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt now, would we?” Her lips parted to reveal gleaming white teeth with fangs in the corner of her mouth.

I lunged forward, thrusting the sword; ready to-

“Thank you, darling.” The pretty girl said, her hand clamped firmly over my blade. She pulled the sword, lurching me towards her and extended her other palm and shoved me all the way back to slam into the wall of my small apartment.

I wheezed as she calmly grasped my sword above her head and with an effortless flair; broke it in two.

“Oopsie!” She squeaked, her eyes wide with her pupils glowing red. “Such a brittle little thing.” She drew out her knife and held it up as she padded closer to me. “I always preferred shorter blades, they are less prone to breaking.”

I closed my eyes and at last caught my breath, and exhaled…..this was it...I was finished.

I waited for the end, but I felt a soft hand on my cheek and softer lips press against my lips.

“please….I love you….please….do you love me too?”

I opened my eyes and saw her tear stained face centimeters from mine….and I remembered.

She was the small girl I saved from the horse carriage last winter. She wouldn’t stop staring at me. She said she would marry me someday and…..trying to just get her to calm down...I said….

I sighed again, and nodded. “I do.” I said and wrapped my arms around her, bringing her close to me. “But please, tell me- why did you send me those letters?”

She sighed and kissed me again. “Would you believe me if I said I was afraid to talk to you directly?” She muttered as she kissed my hands, then my eyelids, and throat. “Would you believe me if I said that all the other men who wanted my hand were so superficial in their desires? But your care for me, your genuine care to see no harm come to me was like nothing I ever experienced?”

I felt a small chuckle bubble in my chest but tapered off before I could laugh. “Okay, point taken…..but with the serial killer, I want you to know- you frightened the heck out of me!”

“Hmmmm.” She hummed as she snuggled into my chest and played with my fingers as I held her close. “Forgive me? I never….this is….well…..” She rolled over, still in my embrace. “I’ve never known a man….well….romantically before now….I.” She pressed my hand to her chest where I could feel her heart tremble and race.

Without another word I picked her up and carried her to my bed, an immense relief spreading throughout my entire soul as I looked at her innocent happy face staring up at me from in my arms.