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Midnight People – In The Beginning

During the day we stayed indoors along the terraced street of Midnight Row, with the exception of two, Eldwin and Eva. They had a residence on the far side of town. I queried this anomaly of my converter, Saria. It was late morning and we sat in the kitchen eating a breakfast of toast and coffee. Vampyrs, it appeared, could consume ordinary food as well as blood. Our enhanced strength was caused by the ability to control the adrenal gland, but we needed massive amounts of food to compensate.

Saria pouted,

“Aww, Sam – I thought you wanted to screw.” Dear God, where did she get the energy? I answered,

“Yeah, yeah, later. But you promised to teach me the history of our clan.”
I was fascinated how easily I had slipped into to the habit of referring to the Midnight family as ‘our’ clan. It had only been a few days since Saria drank my blood and changed my life forever. Saria shrugged, spread butter onto another round of toast and said,

“Eldwin and Eva are the Midnight clan’s parents and they need to be separate from us during daylight hours in case of attack. Pass the marmalade, lover.”


“S’right. Oh yummy, orange with thick cut rind – my favourite.”
Saria spooned copious amounts of the preserve onto a beleaguered slice of toast and began stuffing it into her mouth.

“Saria – you sit there scoffing bloody marmalade on toast and talk to me about attacks?”

“Yeah, hasn’t been one for over fifty years and that was in Dresden.”

“Dresden! The fire-bombing you mean?”

“Yep, about the only thing that can kill a vampyr is fire.”

“But the Allies flattened the sodding place. Bit OTT – wasn’t it?”

“There was a lot of us in Dresden then. Coupla other clans as well, the Darks and the Shadows.”

Her eyes distant, she shivered,

“And they called us fucking monsters.”

“So you escaped Dresden and then what?”

“Well I was with Eldwin and Eva as their First daughter, First brother Jerome, Marshelle, Katie, David and Peter. We had lost twenty brothers and sisters and hundreds of servants. We came to Britain, Alan and Evie found there was a street actually called Midnight Row, so as soon as possible they began buying its houses.”

She shrugged,

“They’ve a weird sense of humour at times. But at any rate, it’s important they’re not around during the day. If we all die, they can carry on the Midnight bloodline.”

“Where did the line start?”

“In Transylvania with a Countess Bathory. She tortured and killed over six hundred people between 1585 and 1610, a lot of them servant girls, virgins for preference. Bathory believed that the blood of virgins would make her young again.”

“God Almighty!”

“Was not there, the Countess drank blood from the dying girls’ bodies after suspending them upside down and slitting their throats.”

I pushed my toast away, suddenly I was not feeling very hungry.

“Anyhow, one of the servants was an Eva Reichmann, for some reason Eva didn’t die. Details are very confused, there were a lot of weird folk in her castle, witches, alchemists, Satanists etcetera. All there at Bathory’s behest. Quite frankly, the Countess was barking mad.”

“What about Eva?”

“In 1610, Countess Bathory had four dead girls slung over the ramparts of her castle into the path of roaming wolves.”


“Exactly. But the barely living Eva was one of the four and she limped into the nearby village, Cachtice, but the villagers thought she’d risen from the dead and wouldn’t allow her into their homes. At the other edge of Cachtice, a cottage stood, its occupant, one Eldwin Mitternacht, took her in. There were strange rumours about Mitternacht and he was suspected of witchcraft. But his accusers always recanted. Mitternacht is German for Midnight, incidentally.”


“Eva had lost a lot of blood but Eldwin apparently saved her life by allowing her to drink some of his. They married, had a couple of children, Jerome and Ilona. Ilona died in Dresden before we could escape. As her first convert I took over as First daughter.”

“They changed their names to Midnight and came to Britain, then. Why here, why not France or Switzerland?”

“Eldwin and Eva lost their beloved daughter and most of their clan in the fire-bombing. Work it out for yourself.”

“You came here to take revenge? That was over fifty years ago.”

Saria slapped me hard,

“Not ordinary revenge, blood-feud. They exterminated two brother clans and most of the Midnights. As long as a single Midnight clan member is alive he or she will continue the vendetta.”

She looked at me,

“We’ve been trying to destroy the British government for over half a century. You will join us.”
“I will?”
“Yes, if you wish to live. If not, I’ll make your death as painless as possible.”

Saria watched me, her midnight blue eyes icy.
“What’s it to be?”

End of part one

(The Countess Bathory really existed and the information about her was found on the website below. Eldwin and Eva, however, are figments of my twisted imagination)
Article by Matthew Amaral

In five hundred years time, most of us will be forgotten dust. But Hitler will still be remembered, God loves irony.

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The following comments are for "The Midnight People - A Beginning"
by Ogg

I renamed Eldwin and Eva from Alan and Evie. I could have sworn I'd made all the changes but unfortunately I didn't. Sorry about any confusion.


( Posted by: ogg [Member] On: August 31, 2005 )

Like your story. I'm interested. Thanks for the reveiw, I saw it last night.


( Posted by: EraIgnus [Member] On: February 25, 2006 )

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