I’m Banking On It | A Halloween Vampire Story

0:00 A blood bank goes bankrupt, and Trevor gets stuck guarding it on Halloween night. Then a vampire knocks. He can't come inside without an invitation. But he's patient, he's hungry, and he's listening very carefully. Who's in the mood for a midnight snack?

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3:40 No party, no scary movies, just a desk, a locked door, and a building full of blood that you've been told to keep an eye on. Then somebody knocks. He's polite, patient, and would really like you to invite him inside. I'm Banking On It by Tyler Belmont Vampires are quite popular around the world and people have always assumed them to be fictional beings that only exist in stories and the tail ends of one's imagination. The only people who believe in the existence of such creatures would be considered critically insane by most of society and for good reason. Unfortunately, these people are not only telling the truth, but more often than not, actually are those pale creatures of the night.

4:52 One poor sap that had to spend his entire night defending a blood bank from a very persistent vampire was Trevor Gillespie. He was a paralegal that found himself roped into this debacle on Halloween night of all days. Yes, shocker, we know. This particular blood bank had filed for bankruptcy, which caused the bank he represents to go into a huge frenzy of epic proportion. You see, the bank had provided a loan for them, and they discovered that the insurance policy for the business was null and void. As a result of this, young Mr. Gillespie... had been tasked with guarding the goods from anyone and anything. Naturally, he was not pleased with this as it completely threw his life out of whack. There was nothing that really stood

5:55 out about Trevor. He was a young man in his early twenties, freshly graduated from college for only six months up to this point. He was a short, skinny, spectral ghost of a man, dressed in nothing but black from head to toe, with a t-shirt, jeans, and Vessi shoes. He lit himself a cigar and savored the smoke as he blew out little rings. What were they going to do about it? He was the only person in the building.

6:28 If he was going to be stuck guarding this place, he was damn well going to be comfortable doing it. He sat at a long desk with a bright lamp. It was surrounded by a notebook, a phone, a day planner, and a cup full of pens and pencils. Sitting back in his chair, Trevor was reading a copy of Carpe Jugulum by Terry Pratchett. The building seemed small on the outside.

6:59 Before it was a blood bank, it was a convenience store. Not a very big one, just a simple quick stop. There was a door that was locked up and had a Do Not Enter sign smack dab in the center. Next to the door was an open supply closet, filled with a wooden stake, a garlic necklace, and nothing else. Trevor sighed as he blew smoke into the air. His eyes looked up from his book to spot a tall, shadowy figure whose face he couldn't see. Smoke flew out of his nostrils in annoyance. Placing his book down and gently resting his cigar, Trevor approached the figure at the door.

7:51 On further inspection, the shadowy figure was far taller up close, maybe around six foot four. Trevor, undeterred or even impressed for that matter, looked up at the face hiding in the dark. Yeah? Good evening to you, sir. How do you bid? asked the figure, with a little sign after you shout out how much money. What do you want?

8:23 replied Trevor. Ah, very straightforward. I like it. Is this the Ulreich Blood Bank? Yes, but we aren't open to the public due to a complicated series of issues that I would prefer not to get into. And who might you be, sir? asked the figure. Names Trevor Gillespie, paralegal by day and blood bank watchman by night. Oh, you are a paralegal. Why is a paralegal watching over a blood bank? Seems rather unusual, he asked politely. In short, This place filed for bankruptcy, and the bank I represent discovered the loan they were given is void, so here I am, explained Trevor. Ah, I see. Such a shame.

9:24 I was hoping to acquire some elixir for myself. Raising an eyebrow, Trevor stared and tilted his head in confusion while squinting his eyes. Yeah? Yeah? Would you be so kind as to allow me to enter this establishment? He asked, yet again, politely. No, replied Trevor. No? Why ever not? Well, sir, apart from the various legal reasons I'm not... allowed to do that, it is presently 2.30 in the morning, and I am getting some very uneasy vibes off you. Surely you jest. Do I look like I'm in the mood for jokes? The figure leaned in closer to be face to face with Trevor, revealing an extremely pale man with unusually pointy ears and sharp teeth. His eyes were piercing red.

10:33 Trevor continued to stare with a deadpan expression across his face. Do I? replied the figure. He blinked. Hard to tell with that creepy smile, pal? said Trevor. I am no pal. I am Sebastian Haggerty. I am a vampire, and I wish to be let in. You do look the part with the ears and that pale complexion, but sorry, that's not happening. Sebastian sighs and starts stretching his fingers out.

11:16 I did not wish to do this, but You leave me with no other option, said Sebastian. He waves his hand over Trevor's face. You will allow me entrance into this blood bank, he said on command. Trevor stares back at him with an almost shocked expression. He backs up as the vampire smiles with glee and is granted entry.

11:47 Except he finds he still can't set foot inside as an invisible barrier blocks his foot from gaining entrance. He looks up to see Trevor smiling with a devilish grin. Funny, I don't recall saying aloud that you can come in, Trevor said. Suddenly the barrier blocking the vampire from entry was gone as his foot slipped. landed on the floor.

12:19 Sebastian walks fully into the bank. He looks up at Trevor, whose mouth is open in utter shock. The creature of the night raises his hand and waves his fingers around. Very poor choice of words to say aloud, my friend. He boasts with utter glee. Aw, crap. Trevor said in annoyance. Now then, please direct me to the location of the blood, if you would be so kind. Sebastian waves his hand again.

13:02 Trevor is unfazed by this trickery. He pulls out a silver cross from around his neck and holds it up, causing the vampire to wince, clearly in slight pain. I should have guessed you would be carrying one. Never hurts to be prepared for such an occasion, said Trevor. Fine, you are immune to my hypnotism, but at the end of the day, you are just a man. We do have a history of taking down bloodsuckers like you. All I have to do is stab you in the heart with a wooden stake, or I guess I could wait until the sun rises. Trevor said confidently. Well, as far as I can see, you have no stakes to use at your disposal, and the sun will not rise for at least four more hours. Trevor slowly looked at his desk and was more than aware that he had no

14:04 actual weapons on his person. The closest thing he had to a stake was a couple of pencils. While there was, technically speaking, a stake in the back in the supply closet, Trevor didn't even bother to try and retrieve it, as he knew this thing was faster than him. If you simply allow me access to all the blood you have, I will gladly take my leave and spare you, Sebastian said. Yeah, you say that now, but I know you'll double-cross me at the end and rip my neck out. Hmm, that is tempting, but I cannot as I myself am in a rush. A rush for what? Aren't you just trying to get the blood to drink? Trevor asked. Yes, that is a reason, but not the main reason. You see, my master has been on this earth for thousands of

15:11 years and prefers not to travel. In fact, there is a specific reason he wants this particular blood bank, Sebastian explained. I don't get why. There's not much here. I checked, Trevor replied. Ah, but have you been to the basement, he asked. Is that the door that's locked up? Yes, it hosts the largest supply of blood provided, said Sebastian in a theatrical manner. Pardon? You see, if we acquired that, my master would have full control of the supply of blood for the entire world. We would have a never-ending food supply. Never again would we have to attack and kill humans for their blood. Doesn't that sound like a better world to you? That was a surprisingly good argument to allow the vampire access to the supply of blood.

16:24 Maybe he should have let him have access. It sounds like it could save lives. You know, that does sound like a good idea, Trevor said. I'm glad you understand. However, Trevor added, What? replied the vampire. How do I know you aren't lying to me in a simple attempt to get the blood all for yourself? Sebastian stared back at him with a sly smile and tilted his head slightly to the left in the direction of the door to all the blood the world had to offer. The vampire ran towards the door at a high speed with Trevor in hot pursuit. Sebastian stood before the door, hands on the metal guard in front of it. Suddenly, he's tackled to the ground by Trevor. The two struggle, rolling around on the floor. Sebastian's on top of him, his hand

17:27 grasping the paralegal's neck, and the other held up in a stance with intent to kill. You know, it really is a shame that I must end your life. Trevor couldn't reply as the hand around his throat was damn near squeezing the life out of him. The vampire examined him with a curious expression of intrigue. He was debating if this young man would make a valuable ally. You know, I could always use a new servant. Sebastian caressed his fingers across Trevor's face, just enough that he looked more uncomfortable than he already was. Tell me, are you honestly satisfied with the state of your life right now, working a job that requires you to go above and beyond at your own expense? Not particularly, Trevor replied. Then join me.

18:33 Together with the world's supply of blood at our disposal, we would be unstoppable forces, said Sebastian. Trevor had not pondered this scenario before, so he thought about it. He thought about it, and he thought about it. Pass, Trevor replied. Disappointing, said the Vampire. Sebastian lunged at Trevor's throat. He was unable to stop him as his teeth pierced his flesh.

19:10 Blood splattered from his jugular as the vampire helped himself to a bite to drink. Trevor tried to claw at him, but it was no use. He simply wasn't strong enough. As Sebastian brought his blood-covered face away from Trevor's neck, He looked into the eyes of his prey with utter glee. You should have said yes. He began to laugh as he took so much delight in the suffering of this poor young man. Trevor raised his hand up to the vampire's face. holding out two fingers like a peace sign. Oh, what are you going to do with those? said the amused vampire. Both fingers jabbed into the vampire's eyes. With such speed and dexterity, he clenched at his face and and rolled off of Trevor, who quickly got to his

20:12 feet and clenched at his throat. Thinking quickly, he grabbed a wooden stake on standby and turned around to find Sebastian missing. Where did the bastard go? He scanned his surroundings and found nothing. He turned his attention to the mirror. He was soaked in blood, All over his neck and face, Trevor was still bleeding, but not as intently as he expected.

20:46 He clenched the stake in his other hand. I'm disappointed in you, young man, to think you wasted such an opportunity for immortality and a life free of pain, said the voice of the vampire from somewhere in the room. Trevor kept his attention in the mirror and listened closely. With the stake in hand pointed behind him, he stabbed the vampire right through his heart. Trevor turned around to find he was attempting to sneak up behind him and finish the job. He began to cough up some blood. How?

21:33 I have no reflections. You shouldn't have seen me coming, said the creature of the night. I didn't. I heard you, Trevor said as he twisted the stake and Sebastian winced in pain. He fell to the ground and turned to dust, leaving nothing behind except his clothes and whatever that accent was all about. Trevor walked to the sink and wrapped up his neck with wet paper towels. He returned to his seat, lit up another cigar, and put some smoke into the air. I need a raise. Well, that's one way to close an account. A big bloody thank you to my pal Tyler Belmont for this story. And to our hapless Trevor in the story, ask for that raise in writing. Trust me on that one. And this Halloween, check the peephole before you open the door, because some

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