Post by Victor McCowlin on Aug 30, 2009 1:40:09 GMT -5
Victor paced up and down the room, his black shoes squeaking slightly over the wooden floor. ‘You can do this, old chap, same as the last million times…’ It was that time of year again, where Victor hosted his famous New Years party; it was the talk of the town during the months leading up to it. Victor had always been good at throwing parties, but trying to outdo himself year after year was hard. This year the theme was, well…Victor didn’t plan a theme this year. He wondered if people even noticed or cared as long as they stuffed themselves with free sandwiches and booze. Victor looked over at this grandfather clock and saw it was time to begin. He clasped his hands together and flung open the doors to the outside.
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! I am your master of ceremonies this evening and your host. If you need anything please don’t hesitate to ask. Er, without further ado then, let the festivities begin!” A loud roar emitted from the crowd and ball room music poured out from the speakers. To be honest, Victor didn’t even feel like throwing a party this year. However, if he didn’t, he knew he would get hell for it; it’s almost tradition now. Victor took off his jacket and went downstairs to mingle with the party goers. Almost 80, Victor felt every move and action laborious and difficult. He made his rounds and shook the hands he needed to shake and mingled with the people he needed to mingle with. He finally reached the end of the hall and turned around. He marveled at how well the party was proceeding, to plan it this well is almost an art.
“Mr. McCowlin! You really have outdone yourself this year!” A hefty man patted Victor on the shoulder. Next to the man were two stunning young women who could not have been anything but escorts.
“Ah, Dr. Flannigan, how nice of you to show up. You really are the star of this party,” Victor smiled warmly and winked at the man. “However, would you mind me borrowing one of your extraordinary ladies? I seem to be at a bit of a loss at ‘personal’ company.”
Dr. Flannigan nodded and gave Victor a look. “Now, do return her in one piece, she’s special mind you.” Victor looped his arm around the girl’s and walked off. He led her to the personal bar and sat her down.
“Two drinks bartender, I’ll take mine hard and dry.” As the bartender mixed the drinks Victor began to work his magic.
“Well darling, I may look old but my reputation far precedes me. May I ask what your name is?”
“Evelyn.” The girl shied away from his look stared at her hands. Victor lifted up her chin and stared into her eyes. “You’re eyes are amazing…Quite a brilliant shade of…red?” The girl’s pupils were bright red and dilated.
“Are you alright darling?” Her head lopped off to the side and her skin began to pale. Her eyelids were fluttering as it looked like she was having a seizure. Then all of sudden her head became alert and she lunged at Victor.
“Help! Help!” Victor cried out, but none of the patrons seemed to have taken notice. The girl lunged down and bit down on his neck. Warm blood flowed as his jugular was severed. Victor’s last vision was of the streamers hanging from the ceiling.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Victor jolted awake. He was shaking heavily and was holding the shotgun in his vice-like hands. He was drenched in sweat as he raised a hand slowly to feel his neck. It was just as it was when he fell asleep; not a scratch. Victor glanced around. He was in his room, and he must have fallen asleep while on watch. He got up from the big arm chair and walked over to the bay windows. He drew open the curtains and let the dawning sun fill the room. Victor rubbed his face, he couldn’t remember anymore what day or even what month it was; everything seemed to blend together.
Victor walked over to the wall and scanned over the monitors. No refugees yet. Victor was certain he did everything he could have to ensure his house as a safe beacon. He had raised a large green sheet high above his roof and at night he turned on giant movie screening lights that pointed towards the sky. The aging man took another look towards the windows. But still, no human movement was detectable, for in the area of view there was only the rustle of leaves and plastic bags – a shallow reminder of the vivid life that once occupied the town. He tossed on the safety and threw the shotgun over his shoulder.
“Aye aye aye, what a world.” Victor shook his head and poured himself a cup of coffee. He grabbed the hot mug and sat by the window. On the terrace and greens mines had been set up and the barbed wire was placed. The only entrance was from the front where three closed circuit cameras were trained on and a large wrought iron gate guarded the way. Before the incident Victor had four personal servants but now he has none; all had perished protecting the mansion and Victor.
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! I am your master of ceremonies this evening and your host. If you need anything please don’t hesitate to ask. Er, without further ado then, let the festivities begin!” A loud roar emitted from the crowd and ball room music poured out from the speakers. To be honest, Victor didn’t even feel like throwing a party this year. However, if he didn’t, he knew he would get hell for it; it’s almost tradition now. Victor took off his jacket and went downstairs to mingle with the party goers. Almost 80, Victor felt every move and action laborious and difficult. He made his rounds and shook the hands he needed to shake and mingled with the people he needed to mingle with. He finally reached the end of the hall and turned around. He marveled at how well the party was proceeding, to plan it this well is almost an art.
“Mr. McCowlin! You really have outdone yourself this year!” A hefty man patted Victor on the shoulder. Next to the man were two stunning young women who could not have been anything but escorts.
“Ah, Dr. Flannigan, how nice of you to show up. You really are the star of this party,” Victor smiled warmly and winked at the man. “However, would you mind me borrowing one of your extraordinary ladies? I seem to be at a bit of a loss at ‘personal’ company.”
Dr. Flannigan nodded and gave Victor a look. “Now, do return her in one piece, she’s special mind you.” Victor looped his arm around the girl’s and walked off. He led her to the personal bar and sat her down.
“Two drinks bartender, I’ll take mine hard and dry.” As the bartender mixed the drinks Victor began to work his magic.
“Well darling, I may look old but my reputation far precedes me. May I ask what your name is?”
“Evelyn.” The girl shied away from his look stared at her hands. Victor lifted up her chin and stared into her eyes. “You’re eyes are amazing…Quite a brilliant shade of…red?” The girl’s pupils were bright red and dilated.
“Are you alright darling?” Her head lopped off to the side and her skin began to pale. Her eyelids were fluttering as it looked like she was having a seizure. Then all of sudden her head became alert and she lunged at Victor.
“Help! Help!” Victor cried out, but none of the patrons seemed to have taken notice. The girl lunged down and bit down on his neck. Warm blood flowed as his jugular was severed. Victor’s last vision was of the streamers hanging from the ceiling.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Victor jolted awake. He was shaking heavily and was holding the shotgun in his vice-like hands. He was drenched in sweat as he raised a hand slowly to feel his neck. It was just as it was when he fell asleep; not a scratch. Victor glanced around. He was in his room, and he must have fallen asleep while on watch. He got up from the big arm chair and walked over to the bay windows. He drew open the curtains and let the dawning sun fill the room. Victor rubbed his face, he couldn’t remember anymore what day or even what month it was; everything seemed to blend together.
Victor walked over to the wall and scanned over the monitors. No refugees yet. Victor was certain he did everything he could have to ensure his house as a safe beacon. He had raised a large green sheet high above his roof and at night he turned on giant movie screening lights that pointed towards the sky. The aging man took another look towards the windows. But still, no human movement was detectable, for in the area of view there was only the rustle of leaves and plastic bags – a shallow reminder of the vivid life that once occupied the town. He tossed on the safety and threw the shotgun over his shoulder.
“Aye aye aye, what a world.” Victor shook his head and poured himself a cup of coffee. He grabbed the hot mug and sat by the window. On the terrace and greens mines had been set up and the barbed wire was placed. The only entrance was from the front where three closed circuit cameras were trained on and a large wrought iron gate guarded the way. Before the incident Victor had four personal servants but now he has none; all had perished protecting the mansion and Victor.