The Raven Coven

Puerto Rico's Gargoyle

        I flew over the beautiful island of Puerto Rico as I searched for my next prey, a Taino, a Puerto Rican native. It’s been about ten years since I’ve been to the island and a lot had changed from what I remembered. My master told me a hurricane hit the island and left it severely damaged.

        I’m being called a gargola this time around but I’ve been known by different names. Last time I was here I was called the chupacabra. Before that it was a vampire. I have more common with a gargoyle than the rest but that’s not exactly what I am either. Master says I’m a work of art.

        Every ten years my master brings me back to life so I can collect her the ingredients she needs for her spell. The spell kept her young, and it worked considering she’s almost a hundred years old but looks to be in her twenties. The main ingredient was Taino blood.

It was getting late and time to go home when I heard the scream of a woman. I flew in the direction of the scream and found a man chasing a woman down an open field. I scanned the area for any other humans when I spotted a vehicle by the street and two young men laughing at the girl. I kept my distance so not to be seen. The man chasing the girl caught her and forced her to the ground. She tried to scream when he put his hand over her mouth.

I decided I couldn’t wait any longer when I flew down and snatched him. I didn’t bother to wait for the man to scream when I brought down my fangs on his neck. When I was done sucking his blood, I let go of the motionless body. He fell from the sky and dropped with a thud. The girl and two men looked towards the noise.

I watched as the men went to check on their friend as the girl snuck into their car and drove away. They tried to chase her to no avail.

The sun began to rise and I flew with great speed, reaching my home within a half hour. It was a large house by the sea which miraculously survived the hurricane. The window was open as I entered the main bedroom. Inside was my master painting a self portrait.

“Mi bebe,” she said as she gave me a kiss on my forehead. “Were you able to get me my blood?” I nodded as I turned to stone. “That’s my boy.”

Master connected a tube up to my fang and blood streamed down into a bucket. When she was done draining all of the blood, she took the bucket over to her painting. She dipped the brush into the bucket and brought it up to her painting. She continued with her self portrait and I saw her turning younger.