'We had all but scattered across the earth, but father hunted us down one by one. And then, there were only a few of us left. My sister and I stayed with mother, we were the youngest in the family. A few were hiding elsewhere. I believe father came for us last.
When he found us, we were surviving on the blood of lizards and snakes. All the other creatures had all but been consumed. We were weak, father would have no problem finishing us off. But father loved mother the most. She was his first love.
There was an hour or so left before the plane would land. By now, most of the passengers on the plane were sleeping, tucked away in their dreams. Suzanne, however, was awake, she sat in the sleeper chair and stared out the window. Outside, flashes of lightning could be seen within the clouds of the midnight sky. The rumbling and groaning of the sky did not sit well with her. She wondered how many more lives below had been lost and felt like a coward for hiding in the plane. But how could she warn them? No one would believe her. No one would believe them.
It was 2:15 am on a snowy Christmas morning when the plane landed at Incheon International Airport, but no one was celebrating. Instead, most of the passengers were glued to their phones, reading and watching the horrendous news in disbelief. While they were up in the air, the ‘plague’ had swept across the whole of the Middle East and a major part of Europe. Many were trying to call their loved ones back home, some were lucky to have their calls answered, others, were left in tears. Both Suzanne and Tom kept their heads down and hurried out of the plane.
They sat in silence for the rest of the ride, save for Hans who tried to cheer them up by pointing out all the landmarks of Seoul that they passed by. Suzanne stared blankly out the window, the snow was knee-deep by now and there was no sign of the snow letting up. They drove past a bearded man with a beanie holding up a cardboard, it read;
Suzanne closed the door behind them as Tom wheeled their bags into the bedroom. It was a simple but spacious room, with a king-sized bed against the wall and an adjoining bathroom next to it. The room even had a little balcony with a view of the backyard, not that there was much to see at the moment. Outside, the sky was still dark and heavy with snowfall. Tom walked over to the sliding glass door and pulled the curtain to a close, he didn’t want any ghosts peeking in on them.Suzanne looked at Tom silently as he went about with their toiletries and clothes. He was a good man, and she was endangering his life. What chance would he have if the mist came for them a second time? This was a mistake, she shouldn’t have let him come here.
Seven. The number echoed in Suzanne’s mind. All her life, the number seven had played a significant role in her upbringing. Grandmother had told her that the number seven was
Thomas laughed,” Hans, you’re kidding right? I mean if it was you, or Marcelino I would understand. But this is Suzanne we’re talking about.”He was exasperated, they all were. Thomas shook his head, “We all travelled from different continents of the world to gather here at your sanctuary. I don’t know about the rest of you but I was hoping to find solace and protection here, and now you’re telling us we have to fight? Based on some weird inscription and a freaky looking tattoo on Suzanne’s palm? Hans are you out of your mind?!”The twins ignored Thomas and went over to inspect Suzanne’s palm in awe. Marcelino remained silent and unmoving.Thomas started to storm out of the room when Hans quietly said, “Suzanne is the only one who survived the black mist. And if you don’t believe in us, you can at least believe in Hendricks.”Thomas whirled around, his eyes were tearing up now.
“Stay away from me!!” Suzanne screamed, her arms flailing and legs kicking. They were grabbing her and dragging her to the Abyss, she was sure if it. She punched and shoved at the hands that were holding onto her, trying to claw her way out.“Suzanne!”The grip was strong but she wasn’t giving up.I’ll be damned before you get me…oh wait, I’m already damned. Damn it!“Suzanne…wake up!”With great difficulty, Suzanne opened her eyes only to be greeted by two worried faces looking down at her. It was Tom and Hans. This was the best sight to wake up to, Suzanne smiled at them in relief.Tom pulled her into his arms tightly, his hand holding onto the back of her head as he gently rocked her back and forth like how a mother would rock her child. Her shirt was damp with sweat and her heart was pounding.“It’s alright Suzanne, we’re here,” To
Hans cupped her chin in his hands and ever so gently lifted her head to meet her gaze. There were dark circles under her eyes, she had not been sleeping well. But to Hans, she was still the most beautiful girl he had laid eyes upon many years ago.“Suzanne,” he tucked a lock of hair that had fallen over her eye behind her ears, “I have faith in you. The Suzanne Summers I know is a strong woman and she’s gonna kick some serious ass when the time comes.”Suzanne rolled her eyes and gave him a dorky smile. Hans reached out for her hands and brought them to his face, her hands were icy cold against his warm skin and he gave them a rub to give them some warmth.“Tom’s extremely lucky to have you,” Hans said, his voice soft and gentle. He then proceeded to pull out a long silver necklace from under his high collared sweater and slipped it over Suzanne’s head.Suzanne’s eye widened at this for she recog
In a flash of blinding light, the bloodied circle from which Suzanne had pulled the dark figure into, exploded, sending a gigantic shock wave throughout the hill on which the mansion stood. It lifted everyone up in the air and for a moment, Tom felt as if he could fly. But he did not land gracefully. He landed on something hard and felt an agonizing pain shoot up his body. For all he knew, he could have broken his hip. Then everything faded to black.He had no idea how long he stayed unconscious but when he opened his eyes next, a smoky wind was blowing in his direction. The mansion was on fire. It had gone up in flames.With great difficulty, he sat up, only to fall back on his back. He looked down and to his horror, he saw that his stomach was bleeding. He had in fact been lying in his own pool of blood.“Stay still,” a female voice said. He looked up, it was the blonde woman. Her skin had miraculously healed. She pricked her finger and allowed her blood to dr
The dark figure was cunning. Yes, even in its weakened state, it knew that Suzanne and her friends were no match for it. It had been plunged with the ancient dagger; but alas, the dagger was not as powerful as the one Vlad had yielded.It rose from the ground once more, looming over them as the remaining strands of mist swirled voraciously around it, much to Suzanne’s horror.Through its veil of darkness, it could see Suzanne’s eyes widen in disbelief, as confusion glided across her face.From behind the being, the golden-haired woman crept up, ready to strike. Her reflexes were tremendous and her moves instantaneous but without the dagger, she was no match for it.It raised its hands and with an invisible force, it dragged the woman across the marbled floor towards it before she could even counter herself. She was savagely pulled into the enemy’s grasp and it crushed her by the shoulder before flinging her across the foyer and crashing
The voices were calling out to Suzanne. She couldn’t be sure if they originated from the abyss or from the hooded figure hovering at the door. But there was nothing soothing about the voices. Every sound that they made sickened her, making her feel as if maggots were crawling over the top of her skull and into her ears. She shook her head furiously but the sensation refused to go away.Focus damnit….“Suzanne….” the voice called out again. It was the same voice that had called out to her from the garden. And the airport. And in her nightmares.The voices were awful. She couldn’t comprehend what they were saying save for the calling of her name but she was pretty sure they were some kind of distorted incantation. All of a sudden, she had an avalanche of dark and alien thoughts. She did not like them, not one bit.She looked over to Tom who stood slightly hunched over, ready to pounce on the figure if need be.
Misty snakes slithered from the remaining figure’s cloak even as it screamed bloody murder. And the swarm of snakes began to crawl toward Vlad.He could have fled then, he could have abandoned Suzanne and her friends for the sake of his own life. But he was brave, even as the recognition of impending doom stared at him in the face.One of the misty snakes slithered up to Vlad and drove its fangs deep into his ankle. Immediately his skin seethed with pain as the venom began to travel to his heart. He tried to fight it off, but the dagger had gone up in flames and he had no tricks left to pull on this particular demon of the dark.Then another snake came forward, and still another, until soon Vlad could no longer stand. He crumpled to the ground, his body failing as a numb wave of a million daggers pierced his body and his head. With every breath he took, he heaved and coughed up blood.He never stood a chance. The vampire from the ancient of times began to die
As Thomas took his first step out from the safe haven of the golden threads, his short young life suddenly flashed before his eyes.He saw himself as a child, chasing after the autumn leaves on the streets. The other children had not wanted to play with him. Then he saw himself at his graduation with freckles and braces complete with cracked glasses, standing alone and smiling awkwardly at the camera while the rest of his classmates stood in the arms of their parents. He had been lonely then. The image was soon replaced by his first-day job as a library assistant at the Birmingham Library. He had felt at home there and was accepted by all the book-loving children who would share with him their candies and sandwiches.A smile appeared on his lips just then, and his vigour renewed as he stepped further out to face the rage of the black mist. With each step he took, a surge of determination began to flow through him, growing stronger and stronger, until it became an unsto
D-DAY-2 = DOOMSDAYVlad opened his eyes, his black iris now replaced by blood red ones. He was in killer mode and his senses were especially heightened now.“It’s here.”All around him, the clairvoyants spread out, forming a circle, each with a wand in their hands. The only people missing were Suzanne and Tom.“Where are Suzanne and Tom?” Thomas asked nervously. He was trying hard not to tremble but was failing miserably. And even though it was cold, he was perspiring heavily. He gripped his wand so tightly his knuckles turned white, wishing he had an ounce of the twins’ bravery.“They are coming down now,” the vampire said simply, both his eyes and ears alert. In all his years of existence, he had never met his match, and he intended for it to stay that way.***Moments before…Tom could finally look at Suzanne. In place of her black eyes were now her old
All around the world, the black mist retreated, slithering back into the shadows, putting an end to the overwhelming thunderstorms and blizzards that terrified everyone. The skies were clear once more, much to the joy of the people and soon, many came out of hiding, snapping pictures of the cloudless skies and taking selfies, posting them on social media to proclaim the good news.Everyone around the world was celebrating, except for the people of Seoul, Korea. For up in their skies, the black mist appeared, looming over the city, sending every last person who dared to venture out earlier scampering for shelter.A young man and his sister peeked out from their apartment window and snapped a photo of the mist as it headed for the Gangnam. In a matter of minutes, the photo went viral, sending a tremor of terror down the spines of all who saw it, for, within the mist, a shadowy face could be seen.It was the face of the devil himself.***The banging
Vlad the vampire had come.Suzanne immediately tensed up, “What are you doing here?” There was no welcome in her voice.Hans and Marcelino immediately whipped out their wands, surprising Tom. He was still not used to the idea that the metallic sticks could act as a weapon for clairvoyants.The snow crunched softly under Vlad’s feet as he strode across the lawn, his face in mocked sadness, “You hurt my feelings, Suzanne. I merely came to offer you my service, but I can see that I am not welcomed at your wedding.”Suzanne frowned, “What do you mean?” Her heart was thumping.A forever pause. Vlad had always loved a good audience.“I’m here to join you for the fight.”Tom blinked, “Excuse me?”From the side, Thomas whispered to the twins, “Is THAT the vampire Suzanne told us about?”One of the twins gushed, “He’s sooooo handsome!&
D-Day-3There would be no grand wedding. But it was fine with Suzanne and Tom. They had in fact opposed to having one. It did not seem right for them to celebrate when countless lives were lost by the minute.But the twins and Thomas were adamant about having a celebration.“Everything’s so bleak now, we can at least look forward to a joyous occasion with your wedding!” Thomas had pleaded, blinking at them like a little doe through his glasses.So Suzanne and Tom relented. The twins and Thomas spent one whole day yesterday just to create the perfect wedding arch out of dried flowers and twigs. They roped in everyone for a scavenger hunt around Hans’ mansion, looking for everything and anything that could be put to good use and to Suzanne’s delight, they all ended up having a snowball fight like little children.Thomas was right, the wedding did bring forth smiles on their faces.The twins fashioned a simple bouq