Tap, tap.
Alana's eyes snapped open at the sound. Tap, tap. Something was tapping on the window by her bed. Tap, tap, tap. It was becoming increasingly urgent sounding. She looked to where Eric would have been next to her, if he hadn't been out of town.
Tap, tap, tap.
Feeling frightened and foolish, she got out of bed and went to the window. As she reached for the curtains, the tapping stopped. She pulled her hand back, then turned away, her chest heaving.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
She started, nearly tripping over her own feet. Tap, tap. Growing angry at herself for the unaccustomed fear she felt, Alana jerked the curtains apart. Nothing was there. She took a shaking breath, held it, then blew it out loudly. Running a hand over her face, Alana sat on the bed and rubbed her hands together.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
Her heart hammered as the tapping came from behind her, at the big French windows that overlooked the yard. "Something wants me to go outside." She realized. Her thoughts immediately went to her daughter sleeping down the hall.
Tap, tap, tap.
Stumbling around to get her robe, Alana prepared to leave the room when a scream brought her to a halt. "Michelle!" Her mind yammered automatically. But the scream had come from outside, in the front yard, not from inside the house.
Forgetting her robe, Alana ran to the French windows, only to stumble back and roll over the bed as something smashed through, sending glass everywhere. Michelle shouted something as she ran into the room, turning the light on.
What had come through the window had been a body, ripped and bloodied. Michelle screamed as she saw it and kneeled down to pull her mother to her feet. Alana moaned and rubbed the side of her head, where she had hit it on the floor.
"Michelle...go get help!" Alana told her, "Now!"
Without replying, Michelle ran out of the room. Alana rolled the body onto it's back and gasped as she saw it's face. It was extremely pale, the lips shockingly red and there were long, pointed fangs protruding from it's mouth.
"Silas..." She whispered, recognizing the creature who had been a Vampire. She hadn't seen him in many years and had considered him one of the few Vampires she could call a friend. She began to search him, finding only a sheet of paper with the words "They are coming" scrawled across it, as though the writer's hand had been shaking badly.
"The phone is dead!" Michelle said hoarsely as she rushed back into the room.
"Damn..." Alana said, "Come on." She grabbed Michelle's left hand and pulled her out into the hall, where she quickly went through the closet and pulled out a long bundle. Turning to Michelle, Alana handed her the bundle. "Keep this close to you."
Michelle nodded, "What is going on?"
"Not now." Alana said, then pushed her towards her room. "Get dressed, we have to get out of here."
"No..." Michelle said, her voice quavering.
"It's all right, they won't be back for some time, baby..." Alana put her arms around Michelle and hugged her tightly. Michelle nearly clutched at her, her entire body trembling. "Oh, we'll be all right, Mish."
"How do you know?"
"I wish I knew, Honey...I wish I knew."
*****
The morning's light had already spilled over the tops of the trees when Alana pulled the family car around to the front and Michelle jumped in. The moon rode high in the dawn, a pale sliver being overtaken by the coming sun and the sight calmed Alana.
They rode in silence. Neither wanting to express their fears to the other. After a while of this Alana pulled the car over, turned it off, crossed her arms and laid her head on them. Michelle tentatively touched her shoulder, then pulled away.
"Do you know what's going on, Mother?"
Alana pulled her head up, rubbed her face, then turned to her daughter, "I think I may...but let's not talk about it now...let's get to Yoshi's first."
"Yoshi?" Michelle asked, remembering the short Asian man from the many times he had come to visit with his wife, Mira, "Why him?"
"I'll explain it all when we get there...but for now, I don't think I can do it."
They both jumped as Alana's cell phone rang from the back seat. Michelle reached back and brought it forward. She answered it, listened, then her face turned white and she nearly swooned. The phone slid to the floorboard.
"Michelle!" Alana cried, but her daughter shook her head. Alana picked the phone up. "Who is this?"
"Mrs. Van Dross?" A male voice asked.
"Yes."
A sigh at the other end, then a sharp intake of breath, "I'm sorry to inform you that your husband and a Mr. Victor Forlan were in an apparent accident...your husband did not make it, Mrs. Van Dross and Mr. Forlan is in serious condition."
Alana went numb. Eric was dead? How could this be? He promised me I would never lose him. These thoughts raced through her mind, nearly incoherent. With a cry of anguish, she dropped the phone from nerveless fingers, leaned against the steering wheel and cried.
Noticing how wan Michelle was, Alana forced herself to calm down and she picked the phone back up. As she did, a thought came to her, "What do you mean 'an apparent accident'?"
"We're not sure, ma'am...his car ran head long into a median...he was killed instantly...that's all I know." A pause, then. "I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thank you." She said blankly and turned the phone off. With a vicious snarl, she started the car and pulled away from the shoulder. Silas coming to her with a message, only to be killed and thrown into her bedroom, now Eric and nearly Victor. Something was wrong, very wrong.
*****
They pulled into the driveway and sat there, both feeling weak and listless. The front door opened and Mira came out to stand on the porch. Alana noted that her stomach was getting larger, but couldn't manage a smile.
"Alana?" Mira called uncertainly.
"Is it her?" Yoshi's voice asked from inside.