Humanity's Pallbearers

In the northern part of the no-where state (Vermont), two girls walked through the local marsh so slowly and carefully some might dare to call it creeping. One girl of thirteen in pastel colored skull print and a teddy bear hat walked roughly six feet directly in front of the other, a girl of almost eighteen in jeans and a muscle shirt. A bystander might have assumed they were sisters, and they were in all but blood, about to pull a prank of some sort. However, the large and rather heavy coffin they carried between them didn't quite fit that scenario.
Despite it's weight, the coffin was not currently inhabited. The girls were not grave robbers nor were they practicing to be the new Ed Gein. Both even had to admit it was a beautifully crafted resting place; black and shining in the light of the waxing moon, lined with white satin and soft cushions. It was elegant and surely priceless which to them only meant the owner of the craft would be more enraged than they'd originally thought. Such was the cause of their careful progress.
They walked on, each step being sucked into the wet earth and then breaking free with a deafeningly loud *schlop* in the otherwise silence. Said silence disturbed the eldest even more than their unpleasant task. The marsh was full of wildlife that by all means should have been causing a barrage of unfamiliar sounds. The absence of that made her skin crawl with nightmare thoughts of fleeing creatures whom had somehow sensed the trouble these humans were bringing to their home. If her companion had this notion as well, she hid it remarkably better.
Finally, the nerve-frayed girls reached their destination, a small pond surrounded by patchy grass and small rock formations. Relieved to unload their gruesome burden, they lowered it into the water and gave it a shove. It drifted toward the center, the air trapped inside keeping it afloat, and the duo swam after it before climbing on top. They sat facing opposite directions so as to avoid the frightening possibility of being snuck upon and waited.
By this point, one might wonder what these girls were up to, what they were waiting for. The answer was actually very simple. They were waiting for the city's resident vampire with the ultimate goal of bringing him down. In all honestly, they'd hoped for aid in this endeavor but that was particularly hard to come by when no one believed them. Mere minutes ago, they'd been lurking outside his estate and waiting for the moment they knew he would leave to find his next meal. The girls had not been hiding as he would have scented them and become instantly suspicious. Rather they had been in the nearby cul-de-sac, racing light up remote control cars and acting as though they actually resided in one of the nearby houses. The man had smiled and nodded at them in passing not suspecting a thing and they had smiled and nodded back to keep it that way. The moment he was out of sight, they'd abandoned the toys, crept into his home, and made off with his macabre bed.
He would quickly discover what had happened and they knew they had very little time before he traced them here. But planning had gone into this otherwise reckless stunt. They were surrounded by water which vampires couldn't cross and they had his coffin. According to all the legends they'd read up on, the coffin was the vampire's source of energy. If they could not return to it, they would continuously wither to the point of helplessness and that was when the girls would strike. It may seem cruel but who knew how many people this man had killed in the name of food?
Repetitive glances at their phones informed them it only took the creature twenty-four minutes to hunt them down. Without warning, which was more than a little disconcerting in this terrain, he was standing there on the embankment, staring at them. He was gorgeous. Of course he was; that was how they pulled you in. Underneath the dashing exterior, he could be thinking of the most excruciating way to murder you but his expression would be so hurt and innocent it practically asked aloud why you were hurting him so. How dare you attempt to harm this beautiful person? It made you feel guilty for wanting to protect yourself. The girls knew this, though, and refused to give in to the sudden desire to go to him and apologize.
"Children," he spoke silkily; hypnotically, "what are you doing?"
"We're going to kill you," the eldest responded hotly. She had to remember this man was evil, not the concerned individual he was portraying. He would kill them the moment they gave him an opening and they all knew it.
"Only me?" He asked, dropping the innocent pretense now that it was obviously ineffective. Neither girl understood what he meant until roughly fifteen individuals stepped out of the shadows and moved to surround the pond. All were breathtaking aside from the sharpened canines peeking out of their top lips and the piercing red gaze emanating from their eyes. This had not been expected, and both girls were frankly terrified, but the plan could still work. The newcomers could not cross the water either.
"Th-that doesn't matter," the younger declared. "You all have to be inside by sunrise. We can wait."
"And while you wait, perhaps we will pay a visit to your loved ones. We have your scent now, children. It would be so simple to find out where you live."
"One step ahead of you, dude," stated the elder who, after a lifetime of horror movies, had known to account for this threat. "We're orphans. We don't care about anyone else."
His eyes narrowed as he found it truly irritating that human children were currently in possession of the upper hand. "We'll see," he muttered. Then he turned and strode off, leaving his fledglings to preside over the raisers of cain. Said raisers settled in for a long uncomfortable night.
A few hours later but sadly still hours more from daybreak, the vampire returned with a swarm of police officers. The other vampires darted away just before their arrival. The girls watched in vexation, neither a big fan of the legal system, as an officer approached the water. "Alright, kids, nice and easy. Why don't you just swim on over okay? This running away thing isn't the answer to whatever problems you have."
"What?" The question was spoken nearly in unison as neither knew quite what he was talking about.
The cop gestured to the vamp who was standing off to the side with a barely concealed smirk. "Your dad told us the whole story about you guys running away from home. That's against the law, kids, you need to go back and we will force you if necessary."
The younger only blinked, uncomprehending. The eldest began to say "he's not-" before the vamp discreetly held up two documents with gold seals and the name of the girls' orphanage. She understood immediately. He'd adopted them for the sole purpose of sicing the police on them. The twisted bastard. Already, officers were wading into the murky water and swimming towards the makeshift raft. In a panic, the younger shouted, "Wait! He kills people!" but they took no heed. The girls were forced to abandon ship and swim for the opposites side. The sound of splashing filled the air, disorienting them, but in the end it made no real difference. The effort was halted when they saw the other vampires lurking in the trees and rocks waiting for them to get out of their liquid safety net. Both hesitated, scrambling to think of an escape method. None were forthcoming before several cops grabbed them and hauled them kicking and screaming to their 'concerned parent.'
Once the people who were supposed to protect them were sure the girls were securely in the killer's grasp, his arms around them in what appeared to be a fatherly embrace but included his sharply pointed nails digging into their shoulders hard enough to draw blood, the police left, ignoring the younger's terrified pleading and the elder's desperate attempts to escape the hold. They left and the other vampires immediately returned. Knowing how truly hopeless their situation was now, the girls clung to each other and trembled. The younger was ripped cruelly away and a woman with red eyes sunk her teeth into the girl's pounding neck vein. Both screamed in agony, one physical and the other emotional. Then the younger slumped to the quicksand like ground and lay still. The eldest felt her head yanked to the side, baring her delicate throat. Just before the fangs descended, she contented herself in the knowledge that, thanks to the hidden agenda adoption, they had died together as legitimate sisters.
To this day, their bodies are lost to the marsh, their hands entwined and their names unknown.