The Knight of Wands: Creative Journal Entry 3

Creative Journal Entry #3
Tarot Deck- Gothic Tarot of Vampires
Tarot Card- Knight of Wands

Sarah walked hand in hand with Peter, her boyfriend. They had just gone to see a movie and now they were going back home to enjoy one another’s company. Sarah could not remember the last time she had been this content. Perhaps she had never had this feeling.
“What was that?” Peter asked, stopping in front of a yawning mouth of an alley way. Sarah narrowed her eyes, looking into the darkness and lifting one shoulder in a half shrug.
“Probably some homeless man moving in his box,” she said and walked forward, tugging him along like a slow puppy. After a moment he followed, her, but his hand tightened around hers and he walked a little faster.
Sarah was once again slipping back into the warmth of the moment, and now she could see her apartment building, looming against the dark, bathed in the soft orange light of the streetlamps when she heard soft footsteps behind her.
Strangely they sounded like the walker wanted the couple to hear. They were very cold, a dull click and then a soft slap as the person walked. Sarah dismissed it as post-scary movie jitters, after all she had just seen A Nightmare On Elm Street and she had been thinking about that dreaded knife fingered man… not unusual.
“Freddie Krueger,” a voice said behind them. They both turned as one, breaking contact as they spun. A man stood in the center of a pool of yellow streetlight, a pleasant smile on his face as his deep golden hair fluttered in the wind.
He certainly looked like some homeless man. His pants were old faded jeans and he wore a stained grey shirt… but the jacket over that was either stolen or he was just a kid wearing the new ‘in fashion’ clothes.
His jacket was a long black leather trench coat, severely cut to match his shoulders and arms exactly.
“What?” Peter asked warily.
“Your girlfriend was thinking of Freddie Kruger,” the man said, walking forward with a gliding gait, he smiled at Sarah and nodded his head. “I’ve always been a Dracula man myself.”
“Can we help you sir?” Peter asked coolly. Sarah looked at the man curiously. He was now only an arm span away from Peter and studying him as one would study a piece of meat in the super market.
“Oh, no doubt,” the stranger said with a charming smile, “but, as I am somewhat old fashion please allow me to tell you who I am.”
Here he paused and glanced around as if about to tell them a secret. Strangely, Sarah felt herself leaning forward and she saw Peter doing the same. The man turned back to Peter and moved forward another step and whispered in his ear.
Peter’s face grew pale and slack and he was about to back up when the stranger plunged his long teeth into his neck.
Sarah screamed and turned and tried to run up the stairs but something tripped her and she fell and then she felt as if someone was holding her down as she had to watch the hot, red blood of Peter swirl into the strangers mouth.
After thirty seconds the vampire dropped the body and blood rushed out onto the street, then the stranger turned to Sarah and smiled, his teeth and lips bloodstained.
“You, my pretty darling, will be an excellent dessert, I think,” the stranger whispered.
“Stop right there,” a cold voice commanded from behind the stranger who turned, took one look at the man who has spoken and roared.
Two other men were on his left and all three of them had guns pointed at the vampire.
“You slayers are becoming very bothersome,” the vampire said, sounding irked. Then sprang -he did not jump but he seemed that he was attached to a coil that had been wound tight- fifty feet up in the air and land on the rooftop of the building.
Sarah curled up into a ball and started crying.