Annabella the Vampire Slayer: A Dark Supernatural Tale
The Boy in Cape Royal
In the fog-veiled streets of Cape Royal Town, whispers traveled faster than the cold winds off the bay.
“There’s a new boy,” the girls said, clutching books to their chests, peering from under schoolyard trees as the rain fell in silver threads.
Bradley Smodiw was that boy—stunningly smart, heartbreakingly pale, his eyes dark as storm clouds over the sea. He walked with a quiet grace, like shadows moving over moonlight, and every girl felt the chill and thrill of his gaze.
But Bradley was hiding a secret behind his crooked smile and gentle voice. He was not just a boy—he was a vampire, older than the hills that surrounded Cape Royal, hungrier than the sea that bit at its shores.
Annabella’s Curiosity
Annabella Myris was the kind of girl who always had ink on her fingers and a book tucked beneath her arm. She preferred stories of hidden worlds to the small talk of her classmates.
Yet she could not ignore Bradley.
She noticed the way he never flinched at the cold, the way his eyes flickered when someone scraped their knee on the playground, the way he moved faster than the wind when a car skidded on wet roads, stopping it with a single hand.
Why, she wondered, did he never join them in the cafeteria? Why did he seem to vanish when the sun rose high, only to reappear as the shadows lengthened?
The Ogre’s Warning
Annabella confided in her best friend, Mabiela—a gentle ogre who wore oversized sweaters and read poetry in the forest during lunch breaks. Her mossy-green skin and tusks never frightened Annabella; if anything, they reminded her that the world was bigger and more magical than others believed.
“Something’s off about him,” Mabiela rumbled one rainy afternoon as they sat beneath the school’s ancient oak. “He smells like old blood, Anna. I’ve smelled it before in the caves where the night creatures sleep.”
Annabella shivered, clutching her notebook. “But what if he’s just lonely?”
Mabiela’s dark eyes softened. “Lonely boys don’t look at people like they’re dinner.”
The Peculiar Candlestick
One evening, while exploring Mabiela’s grandmother’s attic, they found it: an odd, green candlestick, carved with runes that glowed faintly in the moonlight.
“This,” Mabiela whispered, “is the Slayer’s Flame. It’s said to reveal the truth of any creature that fears the dawn.”
Annabella took it, feeling its weight in her hands, sensing a thrum of old magic. It was their weapon, though she prayed they would never need to use it.
Darkness in Cape Royal
When bodies began turning up at the docks—sailors pale and drained, eyes wide with the terror they carried into death—Annabella felt fear crawl beneath her skin.
She watched Bradley closely, and his smiles became sadder. His glances toward her grew heavier, shadows trailing in his wake. She knew he was tied to the darkness creeping through Cape Royal.
Mabiela urged her, “Take the candlestick to the police. End this before more blood spills.”
Annabella knew she should. But every time she looked into Bradley’s eyes, she saw loneliness so deep it felt like falling into the sea.
The Dance with the Vampire
One night, under a harvest moon, Bradley appeared at her window, rain streaming down the glass.
“I know you know,” he whispered, his eyes glowing softly in the dark. “But I’m trying, Annabella. I’m trying to stop.”
She should have screamed. She should have raised the candlestick and ended it. But he held out his hand, and she saw the boy he once was, the boy who might still be there beneath the hunger.
“Dance with me,” he said.
And she did.
They danced in the moonlight, the Slayer’s Flame flickering on the windowsill, casting shadows that trembled like the beat of her heart.
The Choice
At dawn, she held the candlestick high, its green light swirling, ready to end him as the first rays of sunlight touched his skin.
But instead of burning, he fell to his knees, weeping, the shadows peeling away from his face.
“I can’t live like this,” he whispered.
She knelt beside him, the flame between them, and made a vow.
“I will help you find the dawn again.”
And so, in the quiet streets of Cape Royal Town, Annabella the Vampire Slayer became something new—a girl who learned that sometimes the greatest courage lies not in destroying monsters, but in helping them find the light.
Moral of the Story
Sometimes, true strength lies in mercy, and true courage is helping others conquer the darkness within themselves.
