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Immortality: Tales of the Undead- A Trick of the Light

Sir Edward Coulson was a brilliant man of his intelligence. He had started working at the newspaper company years ago before his father died. But since then, the newspapers haven't been sold well enough, that the people in the town of England didn't care about what goes on in the world. Most likely, there were in dire need of work. And the work itself had dried up in flames. Therefore, Sir Edward Coulson had quit the business and went to talk to his lawyer.

His lawyer had called him on the phone, saying that his father's will contained the name of Sir Edward Coulson, and that his entire estate and millions of pounds would be transferred to him, in case of emergency. But Edward had the notion that he would become one of those people, who had suffered poverty in this cruel world. He sighed at the thought of it, and signed the legal papers on the behalf of his father's estate. He remembered the old days of his childish youth, spending quality time with his dear friends, and the lovely Charlotte, whom he planned to marry back in 1876. Unfortunately, she had married a rich businessman whom her strict father proposed for her. In fact, Edward heard the terrible news. And he had tried in vain to win her back.

Oh, Lord. Please help me, Edward cried out thoughtfully. What went wrong? He figured that he could find a way to get back to his feet. But the will had suggested otherwise. He had nowhere else to go. Other than the dreadful place that he was heading to. Due to the recent call of his father's lawyer, he didn't want to sound shameful for the likes of people to find out about his poor business. The word, "dreadful" came back to his mind because of the recent events that got transpired back in his childhood days. It happened way before he even met the young Charlotte. He was there alone in his room, being taken care of. And the lovely maid was there for him, since his father had gone abroad on a business trip.

But the maid was not lovely at all. There was something strange about her. Her face showed true colors of her entire existence, whereupon young Edward have always noticed strange things since her first arrival. Her face was pale as if she hadn't eaten anything else. Sometimes he asked of her of what she ate. But she only said this,

"Thank you for asking, Master Edward. But I'm not hungry." Yes, it was strange indeed. She hadn't eaten any food since she arrived at the Coulson Estate to begin with. And not only that, she was very secretive about her life. And those who knew the true facts remained clear behind the curtains of the maid's past. Her name was Stacy Collins.

Stacy... Edward remembered her alright. As he noticed the far hills beyond the road of his long-time home, the coachman finally stopped and said, "We're here, Mr. Coulson." Edward nodded and got himself out of the coach. He took his valuable cane whenever he walked around the town, knowing that he was an important man.

I'm not important anymore, Edward thought and sighed again. The coachman brought his belongings towards Edward's old home. Edward noticed that nothing had changed ever since the appearance of...

Stacy Collins. That name struck him with fear. He had this great feeling of nausea, coming from her. At one point, he vomited on the floor while she went back to her regular duties. Dear God, he had thought on that very fateful day. How he had remembered it!

And here he was, standing before the house that stood there like the test of time. From the top window itself, he could have sworn that he saw Stacy's face. And her face... It was still pale.

It's just a trick of the light, Edward thought. Nothing more. That time, he had gotten sick to the point that he wasn't allowed to move out of his bedroom when his friends were still about. They once came to his room, and talked with him for a while, and then they all left. But Stacy...

She's pale. Her ghastly appearance made him shiver at the very thought of it. It seemed that Edward was scared of her. Too scared, in fact. But Stacy did every task that other maids would have done in several households of rich and important businessmen. And she seemed a very smart woman at that. Edward's father had said so.

But only if his father had seen the likes of Stacy Collins. The true nature of the woman herself. Stacy had done her chores alright. But her appearance...

Edward saw the coachman left after bringing his bags to the doorstep. The door opened and out came, Mr. Jeffrey Robinson. Jeffrey had been the late Mr. Coulson's butler from the very beginning. He looked very old, and being tall made him look even scarier than Stacy Collins.

"Ah, Master Edward. How nice to see you. You're still fresh as ever. As I've remembered correctly."

"Thank you, Jeffrey. But I have changed this much." Edward entered inside the big house, and looked around, remembering the exact details of its entire interior.

The butler grabbed his bags and climbed upstairs. Then he stopped. "By the way, I made your room ready."

"Thank you, again. How will I ever repay you?"

"You don't have to do that, sir. I'm happy that you're here." He paused for a while, and then continued, "I'm very sorry to hear about your father's death." At that moment, Edward became quiet.

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After the funeral, Edward went back home without talking to anyone else. Because he hadn't known them or recall visiting his father's friends or past co-workers, when he was a young boy.

It was almost night time, and Edward barely ate his meal, which had been prepared by Jeffrey. Of course, he wasn't really that hungry when he forced himself to quit his business. And the butler had asked him about it.

My God! Edward cried out again. Lightning flashed throughout the sky, and the windows banged loudly as ever. Jeffrey arrived at the dining room, and noticed the scene. He said, "Oh my... The windows!" He closed them immediately and locked it. Then he looked at Edward.

"I'm sorry, sir. One does not know the change of weather at certain times."

"That's alright, Jeffrey. I'll be going to bed." He got up from the seat, and left.

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Back in his old bedroom, he couldn't believe that it still looked the same as before. He even laughed at the thought of it. The smell and everything else that went along with the room itself, it had not changed ever since he left home. And then this thought came back to him.

Stacy Collins. He recalled the dreary events of what she did to him on those eerie nights. But he couldn't remember exactly what it was. Therefore, he tried to think very hardly about what happened.

His arm was raised and something bit him. He could feel his blood draining away, slowly. But somewhere inside him, Edward knew what was really happening... It was she, who was doing it. Every single night, Stacy arrived secretly to his room, and stood there entirely naked. As if she were a different woman, who just trespassed the Coulson Estate. But it was the same woman alright. It was Stacy Collins.

Edward screamed as he had woken up from that night onward. And he looked at his arm. He noticed the bites, and couldn't understand of what had caused them. Edwards sighed at the thought of it. He vaguely remembered the time of when he could play with his friends and the young Charlotte. He wished he could have that life back. The youthful days were entirely gone in front of his eyes. He sighed again, and slept on his old bed.

What it felt like two hours or so, someone came back to his room. The familiar footsteps... It couldn't be Jeffrey for that matter. No, it was...

Stacy Collins. Edward opened his eyes, and saw her the same way as before, and he had the desired feeling of wanting to touch her, to see whether she was real or not. Because he knew that Stacy Collins was dead. She couldn't be alive at this point unless...

Unless she's some sort of creature who comes every night and then, to suck the blood out of the living. He laughed at that absurd thought. What he would give to a normal woman like that? Such a beautiful creature who kept smiling at him, and then raised his arm, sucking his blood out... Edward closed his eyes, and felt the strongest, erotic sensation of the mind, body, and soul.

He opened his eyes widely and screamed. He got up from the bed, and saw that no one else was there. But the bites... He felt something dripping from his arm. It was blood.

Christ! Edward thought wildly. She's back! It can't be! He looked everywhere around his room, and then opened the windows. He thought he saw something, running among the bushes. Someone whose pale, naked skin could be seen throughout the night, and he was the only one who witnessed it.

He rushed downstairs and opened the front doors. Lightning flashed once again. He almost slipped on the wet ground of his footsteps. He cried out her name.

"STACY!" There was no reply. Edward became angry of the fact that she was only playing a dirty game. Nothing more than that. He carefully ran away from his house, and tried in vain of searching for her. "STACY!"

He suddenly stopped when he saw her. She said, "Welcome back, Master Edward. I was waiting for you." She grinned wickedly.

Edward screamed...

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The next day, Sir Edward Coulson was found dead among the bushes. The doctor couldn't identify the cause of death. What was strange to him that there were two small bites on his left arm.

Dear God... The doctor thought. Who could have done this? The police have already arrived at the bloody scene of the crime. They took his body for further examination, and the doctor hoped that he could very well find the solution to Edward's death.

And for Jeffrey Robinson, he couldn't believe that the young man was also dead after his dear father. The doctor sighed and looked up at the window. He thought he saw someone, standing there in Edward's bedroom. He blinked, and thought,

It's just a trick of the light.

Next story- Blood Drive.

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#7  Edited By The Impersonator

Immortality: Tales of the Undead- High Stakes

Bruce Tamer and his step-sister, Tanya had been hunting down vampires throughout their lives. Eventually, they had to deal with the fact that sometimes things could go wrong along the way. For instance, they both had to destroy a centuries-old vampire named Marcus. Being tired already, Bruce was now 25 years old, and wondered if he ever going to stop hunting.

On the other hand, Tanya couldn't stop doing this kind of job because she was darn good at it. In fact, her father was also a natural-born hunter. She knew that her father was already married once after she met Bruce for the first time. She stared at her step-brother, who keeps smoking in the car...

"What?" Bruce stared at her. "Can't a guy smoke?" Tanya shook her head. She hated the smoke alright. It wasn't that she feared she would get lung cancer or anything else. But smoking was a bad habit. Her father used to smoke too, and her mother never liked it.

Bruce smiled at her. Eventually, he never thought he could have a sister in his life. Not to mention, she was hot. It was wrong to think that way, and Bruce sighed at the thought of it.

Their phones beeped loudly. Both hunters checked the message. It was delivered by the hunters organization. HO, if you could call it that short. Most likely, the organization liked to keep it under wraps for they didn't want to expose their nature in public. Not to mention, getting panicked about the undead.

Yeah... Bruce thought. He figured the organization would do something like that. Covering deaths of deadly vampires who preyed on humanity for so many years... That was something a journalist would try to uncover. But that one failed. Because one guy who tried to get the scoop of their hunting ground, his camera was broken. Bruce laughed at the thought of it.

"What's so funny?" Tanya looked at him. Bruce said, "Oh... Remember that journalist who tried to a video cam us?"

"Yeah... So?"

"So... His camera got broken. He shouldn't have done that."

Tanya sighed. "He was only doing his job. What else do you expect?"

"Yeah... And our job is to keep our job hidden. If you know what I mean..." He continued smoking.

Tanya rolled her eyes, and then shook her head. She said, "So... We're going to kill another centuries-old baddie. Eh? What's the deal with that?"

"That's because we're good of what we do, sis. Nothing more than that. I've heard the hunters tried to kill him though."

"Oh..." Tanya looked at him worriedly. "Okay..."

"What? You're chicken?" Bruce laughed and made the chicken sound. Tanya shoved his shoulder.

"Hey! I was just joking." Of course, he needed that. Because he always fantasized his half-sister touching him. And guess what? He got a hard-on.

"Anyways..." Bruce continued. "We shouldn't get too cocky about this mission. So... yeah."

"Um... Excuse me? But you're the one who sounds cocky. Remember?"

"Yeah, sis. But that's what our teacher said. Don't get cocky. Yeah, I get it. Let's roll!" He started the car engine and drove faster than the speeding bullet.

"Hey!" Tanya shouted angrily. "Not so fast. Did your mother ever teach you how to drive?"

Bruce looked at her. "Nope. She was dead at the time. Dad taught me." He grinned.

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At the mansion, Vladimir Rubinstein had the notion that several vampire hunters were out to get him. But he smiled at the thought of it. Everyone else had tried it, so why not the others?

But the recent news of Marcus' death had hit the vampire community like a heatwave. He knew Marcus very well. In fact, he and Marcus went a long time back when...

My love... Vladimir was supposed to marry his future wife on that very day. But he had a heart condition that was eating him alive. He was afraid of dying... and that's when Marcus appeared.

"I can give you life, Vladimir. Trust in me, and you'll be free from your death." And Vladimir accepted the offer. But it came with a price. He figured that he could also turn his fiancee into one of the undead. But she refused.

Vladimir's past thoughts got interrupted when one of his vampire goons have arrived. "Sir... Those kids are coming."

"Kids?" Vladimir sounded surprised to hear that.

"Yeah... kids." The goon had turned out to be one of those young punks back in the 80s. And he used to be a famous rock star until he got addicted to drugs. That's when he met Vladimir for the first time.

"I see. And these... kids. You mean hunters?"

"Yeah... I guess you could say that. I have sources..."

"That's enough." Vladimir stopped him. "You don't have to tell me more. I'm completely aware of it."

"Oh... Just wanted to let you know."

Vladimir sighed and often wondered why he turned the former rock star into a vampire. By the looks of it, he may not be useless in luring beautiful women to his lair. But when it comes to the old business as usual, he was clumsy as ever.

"I want you to call your boys and kill these hunters for me. Understand?"

"I heard you loud and clear, sir."

Vladimir snickered. "Do not fail me, Alan. Remember... I saved your life from those awful drugs." Alan didn't say anything to that. He just left.

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The thought of sleeping with Tanya have never occurred to him. But he had this great feeling of sensation that he could actually do it. He smiled.

Bruce... Bruce... The young hunter didn't seem to listen to her. He was just smiling and...

Someone honked at them, and Tanya screamed angrily, "BRUCE!" Bruce came back to his senses and drove the car away from the other vehicle. The driver stopped and got out. "Stupid kids! Watch where you're going!"

"Jesus Christ, Bruce! What the hell were you..." she stopped and noticed something, bulging on his half-brother's pants.

"What?" Bruce looked at her for any indication of why she stopped talking. And then he also noticed it.

"Are you kidding me?" Tanya wanted to laugh, but she couldn't.

Oh, Christ! Bruce thought. What the hell's wrong with me? He stopped the car when he noticed Vladimir's mansion on the hillside. "Okay sis, let me explain."

"Don't even try. Let's just go. Okay?" She walked out of the car, and opened the trunk. She grabbed several weapons.

Back in the driver's seat, Bruce sighed and went to get the weapons for himself. Both the hunters didn't say a single word.

After a few moments of silence, Tanya finally spoke, "So... What were you dreaming about?" Bruce looked at her and thought, Is she serious?

"Um... Just some girl."

"Some girl?"

"Yeah... Back in high school. You know... the usual stuff."

"I see..." She walked slowly towards the mansion. The gates were already opened for them.

Bruce said, "Looks like the Russian vamp was waiting for us. How old do you think he is?"

"Does it matter? We didn't even know the exact age of Marcus." She raised her stake, and watched out for any signs of the damned things.

"Vampire at 12 o' clock!" Bruce raised his own weapon, the crossbow and shot an arrow. The vampire screamed.

The other bloodsuckers came out of their hiding places, and jumped on them. Tanya stabbed several vampires, back and forth. By learning several, karate moves back at the hunters academy, she could handle any vampire attack even from a long range. Bruce moved back and shot a couple of arrows. He stopped.

Oh, screw this. He dropped the crossbow, and took out a garlic bomb from his side pocket. Then, he threw it at them. The vampires screamed and coughed...

"Well.. Well... You two lovebirds sure know how to play a game."

Both the hunters looked at him. Bruce said, "Um... we're not lovers."

"Oh..." Alan shrugged.

"Say..." Bruce started to recognize him. "Are you that rock star? My god. You're really him!"

"Um..." Tanya said annoyingly. "We didn't come here for an autograph." Bruce looked at her. "Tanya, this guy used to be my favorite rock star. I was a huge fan."

"Well, not anymore." Tanya rushed towards Alan Dirkston like a flash. But the former rock star had his own moves. He kicked the girl back, and avoided the stake.

"F***!" Tanya huffed slowly and concentrated on killing Alan. She moved so fast that even the vampire matched her skills. It was unbelievable.

"Nice try," Alan said wickedly. "You should hear my music. It's pretty wicked."

"For your information, I hate rock music." She kicked the rock star on the jaw.

"Ouch!" Bruce said wincing at the sight. "That's gotta hurt."

Alan moved back and stood there, watching her. "You're feisty. I like that." He smiled.

"Really?" Tanya said. "How about this?" She moved around and kicked his face, over and over again. Alan dropped down on the ground. Then Tanya raised her stake, and stabbed his heart.

Alan cried out painfully. Then he was turned to dust.

"Cool move, sis. Now, let's get that Russian vamp." Tanya looked at him and smiled. "You and me both."

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Back at the mansion, the world's deadliest vampire had his own plans of controlling the city's vast resources. He even had ties with criminal organizations that not even the vampire communities knew about. But he was deeply respected by his own kind until...

Marcus was dead. The vampire community shouted their fears at Vladimir during the past council meeting. There were other vampires who were far older than Vladimir himself. But given the fact that Marcus was killed by a bunch of "kids," the Russian vampire was stunned to hear the news.

Now he knew that Alan would fail killing them, he decided to venture out alone into the open, and waited for their arrival.

The young hunters have noticed him, standing in the front entrance of his domain. Vladimir smiled. "You both are strong. I can give you that. But can you beat me?"

Tanya snickered, "You're no different than Marcus. Yeah, we can beat you alright." Bruce looked at her and thought, And here I thought I was the only one who's cocky.

Both hunters fought the Russian vampire. But Vladimir was too fast for them. He punched Bruce on the face, and then kicked Tanya on the gut. Then he disappeared.

When he came back behind Tanya, she immediately moved around and then kicked... But the vampire vanished again. He laughed.

"Great, sis," Bruce said, getting frustrated. "It looks we've got a major baddie on our hands."

"I don't get it," Tanya said, huffing loudly. "We were able to beat Marcus together. It doesn't make sense."

"That's because Vladimir was his student. I assume students were stronger than their teachers. Have you ever seen Star Wars?"

Tanya looked at him, confused. "Um... No."

Bruce sighed. "Never mind." They both rushed towards Vladimir. But he vanished again, and then beat them. They fell back on the ground.

"$h!t!" Bruce cried out painfully. "Tanya..." He looked at her and noticed that she was unconscious.

"TANYA!" He came towards her, and shook her several times. "Tanya, wake up!" Then he stopped. He did the unthinkable. Tanya woke up slowly, and slapped him.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Bruce shouted at her, and moved back. "I was only trying to save you!"

"You kissed me! Jesus Christ!"

"Oh, my god! I was only giving you some... air."

"Yeah right." Tanya got up and stared at the vampire. Vladimir laughed at them. "I see you're both siblings. Very interesting."

"You're right, Vlad," Bruce said. "But not quite." He raised his silver blade, and threw it at him. The vampire moved away like a cat. Then, Bruce threw a garlic bomb.

The vampire coughed out blood. Tanya moved against him, and grabbed the stake. She said, "Damn it, Bruce. I can't see him. You and your garlic bomb!"

"Christ! He's right there!" Bruce tried to point his finger towards the lurking shadow. Tanya still looked around the smoke, and finally noticed it. She stabbed him.

"AAAAH!" Vladimir tried to get the stake out of his chest. But he was getting weak. "Damn you... I will not let some kids..." Then he fell down. Both the hunters looked at the body. It was turning into ashes, slowly.

"Christ!" Tanya said. "Next time, don't throw one of those fuc**** @$$ bombs."

Bruce looked at her, confused. "@$$ bombs?"

"You know what I mean." Bruce thought about it, and then realized what she meant. Oh...

Tanya looked back at the vampire's remains. "Come on... let's go. We're done here."

"Tanya..." Bruce said slowly as they both went back to the car. "I'm sorry about..."

"Don't even mention it," Tanya said. "Say... Is that were you dreaming about earlier?"

"Um..." Bruce tried to say something about it, but couldn't.

"Christ Bruce, you need a real girlfriend. But I can help you with that. How's that sound?"

"Sure. I guess that sounds fine. But..."

"But what?"

"I'm still a virgin."

Next story- A Trick of the Light.

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I didn't even know that people has a reputation for posting fast.

Me neither.

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#10  Edited By The Impersonator

Among the Undead

Old Man Jacobs had been searching for food, ever since the vampire apocalypse started. To begin with, he never thought of wanting to kill someone for food. He stood out there in the open, and ready to fire at someone who gets in his way. Being an ex-marine and all, have taught him everything. So, he wasn't afraid to kill a number of vampires along the way. In fact, he was too old enough to shoot their foreheads with a wooden bullet. At 65 years old, he was on the verge of dying from cancer, which have brought his life, upside down. But the vampires terrified him. He could hear their screams from the outside world, whenever he tried to sleep.

He could also hear his son screaming...

Yes, Old Man Jacobs had a son alright. But he was long gone. He even tried to help the old man out. But it wasn't enough. At the time, the food ran out of shortage, and both father and son were too desperate that they had to go to various stores, and find as much food as they could. And those damn things kept coming after them. It even got his son! Eventually, Old Man Jacobs was already tired of killing. He had endured long pain and suffering throughout his life, especially when he found out that his wife had left for another man. But his son was still there. He was only 20 years old, when he came back from college and heard the bad news.

Now, people were long gone since the vampire crisis started. Either they were dead, or had been turned into those damned things. And it looked like Jacobs and his son were entirely left alone in the world. They sometimes laughed and cried... Those were the good times. Jacobs could still see the smile on his son's face.

But the fact remained clear that his son was still dead. There was a banging on the door after he came back from the abandoned supermarket. THUD! THUD! THUD! He closed his eyes, and tried to think of something else.

Jacobs thought, How did this happen? Does he even know how this vampire crisis started? Does he want to know at all? Not likely. But he figured that it was something to think about. Later on, he would have to stay alive, hoping that someone was still out there, waiting to get him. So far, there had been no one else.

THUD! THUD! THUD! Jacobs cried out, "Will you stop that?!" The banging stopped. Jacobs sighed and shook his head. His nightmares were already started. But the point was that being an ex-marine have brought him painful memories. He had to kill those damn terrorists all day long. And this wasn't any different of what he was doing now. The only difference was...

These people were monsters, looking out for blood. As if there was no life in them. And the thought of his son...

THUD! THUD! THUD! Jacobs looked at the locked room, and shouted again. "JUST SHUT THE F**K UP!" The banging stopped again. He began to sweat, knowing that there wasn't any time left. He even laughed at the thought of it. Time didn't mean anything to him at all. The time that he had found out about his cancer, eating his body away like a rotten corpse.

Like those things out there. Jacobs sighed and came out of the house. He shot several of those damned things, over and over again. There were still more of them, where they came from.

$h!t! Jacobs noticed that he ran out of ammo. He went back inside the house, and quickly locked the door. He went upstairs, and then brought the ladder down from the attic. Usually, he kept his medals, and weapons in a safe box if his son found out about it. His wife had warned about those things.

Going out in the open seas, Jacobs felt like he was back in the war. He could still hear those firing sounds, and whatnot. He could also hear the sounds of the crying victims. And when the memories stopped, he found himself back in the attic.

Jesus Christ! Jacobs shook his head, and stared at the box. He opened it.

The door banged again. THUD! THUD! THUD! Jacobs wished the banging could stop. Even when he tried to sleep last night, he wished that this nightmare would end. But it won't. Not like this...

He reloaded his shot gun, and went back downstairs. A vampire tried to get inside the house by smashing through the kitchen window. Jacobs hit the arm, and the creature cried out painfully. He hit it again. The vampire left.

Damn these things... If there was one thing he had learned from his war experience was that he never gave up. He had been injured several times during the mission, but he managed to kill his enemies. But these things...

They just keep coming... Jacobs went outside and fired. Most of the vampires went down.

I'm getting too old for this $h!t. That banging again... THUD! THUD! THUD! The old man fired again, and then stopped. He closed the door. Locking it tightly, he hoped that the vampires couldn't come through, despite the wild theories of invitation. He stared at the clock. It was getting late.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

After hearing that sound again, he rushed towards the room and unlocked the door.

The vampire snarled at him. Using the shotgun, Jacobs hit it on the head. Then he stared at it angrily. "You shouldn't have left me. This is all your fault!"

He aimed at her forehead and fired. Blood splattered on his face. He tried to look away from it, but couldn't.

THUD! THUD! THUD! There was another bang on the door and this time...

Here we go... Jacobs sighed and left his bedroom.

THE END