The
Count’s Halloween:
A
FREE Vampire Trick
or Treat
Poem
By Rusty Fischer, author of Vamplayers
Copyright © 2011 by Rusty Fischer
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. All of the names, characters, places and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously. (Except for the vampires; that part’s all true!)
Cover credit: © Ivan Bliznetsov – Fotolia
Author’s Note:
The following is a FREE vampire Halloween story. Any errors, typos, grammar or spelling issues are completely the fault of the vampires.
(They’re not very patient with the editorial process!)
Anyway, I hope you can overlook any minor errors you may find; enjoy!
The Count’s Halloween:
A FREE Vampire Trick or Treat Poem by Rusty Fischer
The vampire woke
To a pounding surprise:
A knock at his door
And the prying of eyes.
He blinked in the moonlight
And shook his sore head.
His non-beating heart
Filled at once with dread.
“Is it vampire hunters?”
He thought with alarm.
But no, he’d been careful
To stay far from harm.
So who could it be
Knocking at his front door?
Until the rapping and pounding
He could no longer ignore.
He rose from his coffin
And walked ‘cross the floor;
His head fairly pounding
As he reached for the door.
And there, on the stoop
Stood a trio of kids.
Cheering and leering
And blowing their lids.
“Trick or treat,” cried the ghost.
“Trick or treat,” shouted the witch.
The vamp was so hungry
His fangs started to twitch.
The vamp was confused.
Why were the kids here?
And there they stood smiling
From ear straight to ear.
The vamp was suspicious,
But hungry as well.
And while in poor taste
Kid blood sure tasted… swell!
He looked past the children
To find spying eyes.
But found that instead
He got a surprise.
For all ‘round the street
Each house was alight;
With pumpkins and skulls
And witches in sight.
And other dear children
Walked to and walked fro;
As from house to house
They merrily did go.
And now, the Count knew
Why the kids had appeared.
It was the one night of the year
That HE wasn’t feared.
Indeed, on this one day
Vamps came in quite handy.
At least just as long
As they handed out… candy!
Thank goodness he’d shopped
Before his long nap.
Or these little dressed tykes
Would be preparing his trap.
“Of course,” the Count nodded
As he reached for a plate;
Of the most scrumptious candy
These kids ever ate.
“Imported from Rome,”
He cooed as he dragged
A dark chocolate egg
In the first child’s bag.
“An egg?” asked the child.
As a frown he did hide.
“Not just any egg,” said the Count.
“For this one hides… a diamond inside!”
The kids face lit up
As he drooled with glee.
And the friend closest to him
Said, “Me next! Pick me!”
And so that old Vamp
Slid right off his dish;
The answer to every
Trick or treater’s wish:
A caramel apple
Smothered in gold.
A tempting taste treat
That never got old.
“Oh boy,” said the child
As it weighed down his sack.
“When the other kids see this
They’ll have a heart attack!”
One last child remained
With her hands outstretched;
As from the fine plate
A last treat the Count fetched.
A tiny gold chain
A pendant did adorn;
As from the necklace dangled
A platinum… candy corn!
The children sang a chorus
Of huzzahs and cries;
When a horrifying sight
Soon filled their eyes.
A cluster of hunters
Sprang straight from the brush;
As old Count Dracula
They tried hard to rush!
It was vampire hunters!
They had tracked him down!
To this wonderful, peaceful
Quaint Halloween town!
And now they stood poised
For a violent attack!
That was suddenly thwarted
By… a trick or treat sack?
“Oh no!” cried the children
Springing to action;
As they pummeled and punched
Those poor thugs into traction!
The vampire hunters
Limped bloodied and dazed;
From the porch as their faces
Looked rather… amazed.
“But children?” Drac asked
As the fiends slipped from sight.
“Why did you drive off my killers
On Halloween night?”
“Why Count,” they did say
As they savored their sweets.
“How could we not defend you,
When you gave such great… treats?!?
About the Author:
Rusty Fischer
Rusty Fischer is a professional freelance writer who lives in sunny Florida with his beautiful wife, Martha. They enjoy riding bikes, long, leisurely walks on the beach, romantic dinners and vampire movies!
(Well, Rusty does, anyway!)
Rusty is the author of several YA supernatural novels, including Zombies Don’t Cry (Medallion Press, 2011), Ushers, Inc. (Decadent Publishing, 2011), Detention of the Living Dead (Quake Books, 2012) and Vamplayers (Medallion Press, 2012).
His latest, My Big, Fat, Hairy Werewolf Intervention comes out from Noble Young Adult just in time for the holidays.
Visit his blog, www.zombiesdontblog.blogspot.com, for news, reviews, cover leaks, writing and publishing advice, book excerpts and more!
And if you can’t wait for his next release, download his complete YA novel Vampires Drool! Zombies Rule! absolutely FREE at http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/25988.