One year later...

A black car pulled into the cemetery car park, it was black, but you could see the dirt on it.
A young man got out of it, closing the door and then leaning heavily on the side of it. His face showed sorrow, his mouth pulled into a deep-set frown. He had tattoos up his arms, and he kept looking at one of them.
This particular tattoo was nothing special to anybody but him, it's the words 'multum in parvo' just written on the side of his right arm. He'd never told anybody why he had gotten it, not even his favorite people in the world, who are basically his mother, and brother. They both knew the words were dear to his heart, so they never asked.
The man stood in the parking lot for a while, just staring over the graves in the cemetery. He finally seemed to get the courage to go and the visit the one person he missed the most. He didn't even miss his mother this much, and he felt guilty for it everyday of his life.
He walked through the rows of graves, taking his time in reaching the one he was visiting. He stopped occasionally, looking at somebody's mother's or father's or cousin's long forgotten grave.
He knew he had to go and see him eventually, a year was too long. The guilt was eating him, so he had to take some time off college and come back to this small town.
He had a few days off, he had spent some quality time with his almost-brother and mom, his friends and even a boy called Craig. That hadn't ended up well, but it was kind of nice for him to see Craig again.
He finally reached the dreaded grave. He stopped in front of it, not looking down at it, but looking straight ahead. He'd even ceased breathing, knowing if he started again he wouldn't be able to stop it speeding up until he passed out.
Five minutes passed, ten minutes. Thirteen minutes and twenty seven seconds passed until he could force himself to move his head downwards.
As soon as the white grave caught his eyes, tears flooded them. The grave still looked the same, but instead of healthy flowers, there were dead, crumpled up ones instead. To keep himself focused on something instead of the fact that his husband, best friend, one true love was buried beneath his feet, he started to tidy away the decaying flowers and placing new ones down there.
He'd bought a load of flowers from the florists, and it had cost him a lot of money, but he didn't care, it was all worth it for Gerard.
He rinsed down the white marble, making it gleam again. He threw the dead flowers in the nearest trash can and placed the new bouquet on the grave. He now had nothing to do apart from sit there, think, and maybe talk if he could get past the lump in his throat.
He read the inscription in his head, thinking again how the formal words didn't suit Gerard at all.
He sunk to the ground, sitting right where his coffin would be, six feet underneath Frank. Something about the soil seemed wrong.
The funeral had been just over a year ago, but the ground seemed like it had only just been filled in, Frank had even watched the cemetery employee fill in the gaping hole, so this didn't make any sense. The grass the cover the soil with looked out of place, like it had been rolled down a few months ago, and there was still loose soil if Frank put his hand deep into the earth.
This wasn't right, it wasn't right at all. Frank got up and looked at the plot of land from the next grave over.
Gerard's grave stood out from all the others on the row, even the one Frank was standing next to, and they had only been buried a few months. Donna hadn't mentioned anything about his grave being messed with, surely she'd tell Frank about anything like that.
The plot Gerard was put in had different colored grass, a heap of still loose soil and the grass could be pulled up easily still. Frank bent down and put a finger underneath the grass. He hadn't noticed it before, but it was fake. It was definitely hard to tell the difference, but it felt oddly different to the other grass surrounding Frank.
He was growing increasingly worried that something had happened to Gerard's body, or the coffin, so he decided to call Donna.
"Hello, Fra-"
"Donna, has anything happened to Gerard's grave? Or the coffin.. or his body?" The line was silent for a minute, and Frank's chest tightened even more.
"No... Nothing has been reported or anything. Why?" Donna hears a rush of breath be released from the other line.
"No reason, I was just being paranoid, I guess.." Donna goes to answer but is cut of by a quiet beep, telling her Frank had hung up on her. With a shake of a head and a sigh, Donna goes back to chopping carrots for her and Mikey's dinner.
Meanwhile, the relief Frank had felt when Donna had answered had disappeared. Questions were running through his head like nobody's business.
He was sure the grass they had put down was real, he and Donna had even had a conversation about it.Nobody had reported anything strange going on, so why was Gerard's grave messed up.
One thing that went through his mind stuck out more than any of the others, even though it was possibly the most ridiculous thought he'd ever had.
Vampires.
As soon as the word popped into his head, he started to feel unwelcome. A chill passed down his back, and the sky seemed to get darker. His gut started to tell him something was wrong, really wrong, in this place, and that he needed to get out of there right now.
Frank tried to calm himself down, but to no avail. He kept thinking of long, sharp incisors ripping out his jugular vein and drinking his blood until there wasn't any left. He kept thinking of pale faces, gothic beauty and bats. He didn't even look back at Gerard's grave before he ran out of the cemetery and into his car. He looked up, the sun had started going down.
He put his car in reverse and started driving. Frank kept checking behind him all the way to his destination, which until he got there, he didn't know where he was going. He was in the parking lot of the library, breathing heavily and loudly in the drivers seat of his car.
He had a brainwave, he was going to research into... the things. He didn't know what he was looking for, he just needed the irrational thought to be washed out of his head with scientific logic.
He gathered all the books and websites he could find and poured over them for hours, the librarian didn't kick him out because she could see he was visibly disturbed by whatever had happened and needed reassurance in the form of facts.
The book 'Salem's Lot' by Stephen King kept popping into his head, even though it was a complete work of fiction and what Frank had seen was nothing like anything in the book. Well, Frank hadn't really seen anything, he just jumped to conclusions about things.

As Frank read over the information, legends, and myths in the warm, well-lit library, something was happening in the graveyard. Things in there, things that were supposed to be long dead were coming out of their hiding places. The sun had gone down, the darkness was all around, and it was time for some fun.
The whiteness of their skin stood out among the dark, shadowy graveyard. There were six of them in total, only the most special inmates of the earthy prisons had escaped. There wasn't a pulse between them, just airy veins and un-moving organs.
They ranged in ages, one of them, the leader, was over one thousand years old, and he had been bought back to an almost living state by a necromancer. The youngest was barely even a hatchling. He had only just become one of them, a little over a year ago. He managed to fit in straight away, though, quickly becoming the second in chief of the group. He was easily as powerful as the leader, he had strong elemental powers and the leader didn't, but the leader had gathered so much respect from creatures like them all around the world, the young one couldn't overthrow his leadership.
He didn't want to, anyway. All the young one wanted was to be able to remember who he was before this happened. He wanted to feel the blood running through his veins again. He wanted to feel alive again, and he had a feeling that this person, a boy named Frank, that had been running in and out of his thoughts for a year had the answer to that, and this young vampire was going to do whatever is takes to find him.

Notes

Thanks to One-Uncommon-Killjoy, I have some ideas for a sequel, so I'm going to write a sequel!
I don't know when the first chapter of it will be up, but it might be tonight, and updates for that one probably won't be as regular as they were for this one because I have a lot of shitty shit going on at the minute.