The smoke from the wooden fire drifted from a nearby village and settled over the long luscious fields. The morning was cloudy, dark: dense smoke blotted out the sun and it seemed to drain the colour from everything.
Summer sat up, shifting her body in the long grass of the field. She knew she was dreaming.
Memories flashed abruptedly. Catching herself running outside to face Lucien who had immediately disappered into thin air. The panic that rose from her...not because Lucien had disappeared but because she wanted answers. An overwhelming feeling that she wanted to be near him. She rushed back into the house, hearing the chaos that was erupting over Hattie's slashed cheek, and then she had fallen asleep on the sofa.
She tried to wake from her dream, but was imprisoned to watch the scene unfold.
In front of her, women were working, their black hats bobbed as their charcoal, long black dresses swayed like shadows against the blood red earth. They were pulling at things, reeds maybe from a large lake. Suddenly a wail shattered the silence as a black figure rose from the horizon and plummeted down, flying across the fields, heading towards the women. As it finally landed, the women straightened up to watch. They were not afraid. They were elated, crying with happiness, welcoming the dark mass as if it was returning home to them.
They stumbled forward, entering the water towards the darkness, their limbs twitching in excitement.
Summer’s heart began to thump harder, as she watched the figure approach the women; it spoke in whispers, swirls of dark mist wrapped and twisted around them in a deathly embrace, finally ending with an outstretched arm pointing to her. Summer froze. The women turned to look at her.
They had no faces, from what she could make out... but their high pitch wails signified triumph.
Then without further instruction they stealthily limped toward her. Summer willed her body to move, but found that she was stuck to the ground. Anxiety thumped her chest cavity as a rising scream threatened the walls of her throat. The women towered over her, peering down into her face, she realized with a sudden horror that they did have faces. And they were terrifying. Weathered faces gave way to thier thinned lips which housed a monumental amount of sharp teeth. They were witches. Even worse to discover, that made her heart stop and blood run cold, is the women were not holding reeds, but bloodied intestines.
Their blood red eyes shot over her, darting so quickly it made her dizzy.
She heaved, she wanted to bolt, to run away, get away from whatever these things were. As her eyes froze on one of the things faces it started to croak:
“Me alegro de volver a verle” Nice to see you again
Summer stared, eyes wide. She was terrible at translating and speaking other languages. But this was so clear as if it was her mother tongue. Panic washed over her again.
Another witch came forward, a wide smile stretched across her face showing sharp teeth
“Cuanto tiempo sin verle” it has been a long time
Summer shook her head trying to escape the nightmare that was unfolding in front of her.
How could she understand this? What did they mean a long time? She had never seen them or this place in her life...
Plucking up some courage, and trying to forget the bloodied entrails that swung above her head, Summer responded
“Es usted muerto” She mumbled, are you dead?
With this response they chuckled and grabbed at each other excitedly
“Si” One answered Yes
“De Verdad? Really? “Eseguro?” Are you sure? Summer could only say, her voice trembling
With this they remained deathly silent, and moved to the side to give her a clear view of the black figure standing by the lake.
Only by this time, her body went limp and fear crept into her very soul.
A pressure grabbed her shoulders and immediately she was thrusted back into reality. Suddenly her eyes opened, staring at Jake’s worried face “Sum, are you ok? Its ok, it was just a dream”.
As she came round she remembered that dark figure as it stared at her, its nearly skeletal body attached black smoke wings, it’s gleaming, menacing pointed teeth, those red burning eyes, and that horrifying realisation what it had said to her as she left
“Bienvenido de nuevo mi amor” Welcome back my darling
The fiery light of yet another hot July sunrise had began spilling through the shutters of Jake Hillmoore’s house, casting dark ethereal shadows along Summers Brookes face. Her eyes, as if reacting to such an attack flung open, and darted around like a fish. Summer tried to focus on her surroundings, the white washed walls felt like a prison. As she hauled herself up, and shuffled her way to the kitchen, a sudden crack of pain thundered inside her head, shooting aftershocks of agony to her hands and legs. As she bent over, bringing her hands up to her face she suddenly realized why she was hurting. On her small hands, dried blood had left almost a dirty and horrific stain; her nails were nearly ripped off from the chaos that had happened the night before. Her memory flooded with images of the night before events, her thoughts finally landing to the thing that she had bought home with her. As if in panic, she spun around looking f
Elizabeth Autumn paced the concrete floors, bleach in hand to tackle the great stainless steel sink that had wanted to be cleaned for quite some time. Back and forth she propelled her hand with the hot mixture of water and bleach, getting rid of blood and other various bodily functions that she had to deal with day after day. Lizzie, as her friends called her, was proud of her laboratory, its white washed walls, had all the high tech equipment stuck to it. She had only been in the job for a few years and already she had received such a lovely place to work in, much to the distaste of her more experienced colleagues.As she stood over the stainless steel table, her hand reached up to the fluorescent light that was buzzing over head.“Doctor Hopkins, would you be so kind?”In response a large man, no older then sixty strolled over and took the light.“Please place it over the stomach area”.
Summer Brooke struggled to keep up straight, the pain and shock had hit her like a tidal wave, penetrating any defence that she had. She felt disorientated and felt sheer terror coarse through her very being.What the actual hell is happening!?In desperation she spun round and clamped her sweaty hand on the door and run out into the hallway. Her foot wrapped round a part of the carpet that had previously been loosened weeks before, snaking around her like a vine taking her off balance.She fell, falling forwards with a crash that erupted through the entirety of the house.Silence.She froze with her face on the ground.Footsteps began to sound on the floor. Slow, stealthily moving towards her.Summer's hands stretched forward to prepare to spring board her forward."You really enjoy being on the ground dont you?" Said a smooth, intoxicating voice
Detective Inspector Smith mumbled as he walked out of the forensic lab, feet scratching the tiled floor as he went.It was a dark corridor; full of twisted low ceilinged rooms, as he passed he noticed a potent smell of bleach rush up his nostrils. Harper, who had rushed ahead, stopped and watched him approach. At the entrance of the forensic building stood a figure, Smith taking an instant dislike observed that the man was about six foot two, dark hair and eyes, pale features, and wore the most unusual clothing.The boy looked no more then twenty, but had an aura about him that reflected confidence and boldness. As he stared at Smith the boy reluctantly took a step forward, bowed in an old fashion way then he straightened up and extended his hand. Smith not expecting such a gesture, especially from a ‘British teenager’, shook his hand tightly then released it. The boy did not seem to even flinch at the strengt
Summer Brooke was frozen to the spot, her face was smudged and dirty, her eyes large and dark. Although she knew she had just witnessed the impossible, her mind was confused, twisted with strange and weird thoughts that dominated her mind. Her tears stung her eyes, as they flowed more easily down her cheeksAm i going mad?Summer knew she was in trouble and right in this moment she had never felt more alone.Anxiety descended and surrounded her.This is real. This situation. The things she could see. The things she could touch.She thought of the dagger and it appeared in her hand. Why was this so important? Why was it linked to her? She twisted it and watched as it sparkled and moved in the kitchen light.Her eyes closed I dont know who i am anymoreBut why her? How were these supposedly supernatural beings aware of she was?She was damned.As her thoughts shot through her
Summer could feel her knees buckle as if she was about to freefall into an endless abyss.I have no parents . Those words swirled in her mind like a whirpoolThe banshee was staring at her contently, a soft melody was escaping from her lips.Lucien was transfixed by her, but he had not given up his guard. Summer could still feel the heat from his body against hers."I want to know what you get out of this. Why the pretense" Summer finally asked"There was a time when i felt rather sorry for you" The banshee stated."Why?""It must be so tiresome being you... your father... well not your real father but you get what i mean" She flashed a smile and winkedSummer stiffened in repulsion"Your father wants to break the cycle" she said finallyShe turned to Lucien whose eyes widened"Break the cycle, as in ... no more"The banshee wailed
It felt like they had been running for hours until Summer's legs finally started to give out due to exhaustion. Lucien stood over her in a protective stance as she struggled to regain her breath "Hattie and Jake are vampires..." She muttered inbetween breaths "Who are they?" Lucien asked whilst scanning the area around them "My... friends... the ones in from the mill" Lucien nodded "The one who gave you up" he said flatly Summer bought her head down to her knees and hugged herself tightly into a ball. A slight breeze sweeped around them which ignited the trees around them to move in a silent embrace. "You said that before" "What did i say?" Lucien asked moving closer towards her "You mentioned about Jake ... that he planned it" Lucien knelt beside her and gently moved a stranded blond piece of hair away from her eyes and twirled it around her ear.&n
Jake knew that he was in trouble.The sweat beaded on his forehead as nerves wrecked his sensesHe glanced quickly at his sister who was sitting motionless. The fear on her face was evident.In a sudden response, all of the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He knew who was coming and it made him feel sick.Andrei floated into Summer's living room. His grey pinstriped suit clung to him as he sat opposite them. His eyes were blood red and his wavy jet black hair cascaded across his face.In a fluent movement, he undid the button on his suit jacket to reveal a crisp white shirt. His legs crossed as he pondered in deep thought.The house was in chaos. Vampires were walking in and out, lifting furniture, throwing and crasing objects in search of something.A female vampire dressed in a red dress and black patent heels rushed to Andrei.She bent down to whisper in his ear.
The day gave away to night by the time Summer had made her way through the dark imposing tunnels that led from the church.She briskly walked round the curved corner and came face to face with the Royal Park. The chaos had all but diminished, only a few locals were standing exchanging information about the carnage that had taken place the night before. Blue police tape surrounded the gates and fences with evident forensic activity happening.This was not going to be easy.Summer quickly jogged to the fence and with one great push flung herself over.She speedily looked around to make sure no one had spotted her trespassing. Luckily, she was concealed but could immediately sense someone was following her. Ducking into bushes she remained deathly quiet until the swiftness of night came fully. White flashes erupted through the black sky. Rain plummeted to the ground like a monsoon. Then just as quickly as they had come
As the clock on the wall finally struck midnight, Elizabeth Autumn finally gave an exhausted yawn. She had been working continuously on the new information she had found only hours before. It had been a real breakthrough, a stroke of genius to compare the fibres with old age rituals. At least the human detectives would go along with this line of enquiry. She could not release her real identity or why she was sent to work within this position.She leant heavily against the huge metal basin, her legs were aching and her eyes desperately wanted to shut. Her colleague had taken a rather desperate and angry call from one of the detective inspectors only an hour before she had stopped writing up the report. In all honesty she had forgotten to update the officers that had visited her, and she knew that Smith would be proper pissed off. As her thoughts dreamed of retiring into her soft double bed, the heavy white doors to the laboratory were pushed
Summer’s fingers shook as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top by his throat. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and knew that he was fighting the urge to bite her. He remained motionless, waiting for her to move further. She could feel the tension increase as she slowly made her way down, gradually releasing each button to display his muscular chest. Her eyes were transfixed by an emerging tattoo. On his sternum was tired tree branches that spread off in every direction. As she pushed her hand to open more of his shirt the patterns changed towards his arms which took a haunted vein and shattered glass appearance. On the end of some of the branches had numerous names, some in different languages. Summer gently brushed her fingers over them.A sharp intake of breath signalled that Andrei was losing all self-restraint. His hands tightened around Summer’s waist.“What are these names” Summer whisperedShe
Jake took hold of Summer's hand before she or Lucien could react and pulled her forcefully through the panicking crowd.He knew the werewolves wouldnt be far behind but took this unique chance to get her to his master to turn the tide on the ever growing war that he knew would only get worse.Summer seemed in a daze, not truly understanding or caring what was happening.Jake pulled her through endless streets until they came upon a beautiful old church.Jake unlatched the Black Iron Gate with a creak and walked up the rustling silent path. The gigantic trees that towered above the old church cast out branches like withering limbs that blocked out any kind of sunlight. The dead brown leaves fell mercilessly on their heads as they passed. The door emerged out of the shadows with its peeling white paint and green patches of damp. As they stepped up the crumbling steps which climbed unevenly to the door, the church seemed to trem
Time seemed to stand stillAll Jake could do was watch as the manifestation that had taken shape around her fizzled out. Reality swamped back, sound came like a tidal wave attacking his ears, his vision that was once blurred, now sharpened and remained focused on the carnage that continued to surround him. As his eyes turned to Summer, he realized with immense embarrassment that she was staring awkwardly back at him with a slow startling realisation that it was him. Not quite sure what to do, Jake remained still, the feeling of guilt and sadness swept over him. He had got her into this mess. He had betrayed and abandoned her. Again.Tears filled her eyes as her lip quivered in total devastation.She slowly made her way towards him, slithering through the crowd.She had grown in confidence and looked incredibly beautiful in a haunting kind of way, he thought.She stopped suddenly, only feet away from him.“
Summer Brooke swiftly followed Lucien as he made his way through the winding streets of London.She felt exhausted. She could feel the rising tension in Lucien and couldnt quite make out why he was acting so strangely."Something doesnt feel right" He had said to her only a couple of hours before.The glittering sparkles of sunrise had just started to appear between the builldings which cast moving shadows on the ground.Humid air started to hit her as she quickened her pace to try and keep up with Lucien through the growing moving crowds. The tension in the air was evident amongst the commuters, the tourists were snapping away contented at the historic sights, unaware of the atrocities and panic that was escalating around them.People were crowding together with an evident growth in panic"We need to find out what is happening" Lucien said turning to herSummer nodded in anticipationLucien briskl
Kaci Mason eagerly climbed the small hill that ascended towards Harley Street. The overcast sky started to spit raindrops as she pulled her umbrella out of his brief-case and pushed the metal clasp to release the fabric above her head.No rain will touch this Armani suitAs she walked hesitantly towards Regents Park her thoughts wondered to the secretive blind date that was set up by her friends. She knew she had to go with the Gucci suit, its crisp blue linings set against velvety back was a sure winner. She checked her gold Omega watch, 8:10pm; it had most definitely been a long day. Kaci often thought about retiring from the medical profession, she had now been a doctor for thirty years and felt it was time to retire and move out of London, maybe go to those beautiful rural cottages In Cornwall. Her two older daughters wouldn’t mind, they had families of their own. She felt lonelier then ever after her husband, Paul
The woman jerked as a gigantic needle plunged into her arm. The dark hooded man watched as the dark liquid filled the syringe. He tapped the woman on the shoulder in gratitude and placed the blood into four different glass test tubes, then turning to the dark brick wall he smiled. As he replaced the gun with a new syringe he shuffled back to the wall and looked up. Hanging there silently was a boy, tied with red rope on his hands and feet. As the syringe sank into the boy’s leg, a tortured groan escaped his half shut mouth. Again as if repeating the process, he returned back to the test tubes and poured the dark liquid on top of the freshly taken blood. Picking up a substance from a black jar he mixed all three together, and then carefully placed the test tubes in a centrifuge. Slotting them in slowly he shut the lid, flicked the yellow switch and watched as it hummed into action, rotating quicker and quicker. As he wai
Jake knew that he was in trouble.The sweat beaded on his forehead as nerves wrecked his sensesHe glanced quickly at his sister who was sitting motionless. The fear on her face was evident.In a sudden response, all of the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He knew who was coming and it made him feel sick.Andrei floated into Summer's living room. His grey pinstriped suit clung to him as he sat opposite them. His eyes were blood red and his wavy jet black hair cascaded across his face.In a fluent movement, he undid the button on his suit jacket to reveal a crisp white shirt. His legs crossed as he pondered in deep thought.The house was in chaos. Vampires were walking in and out, lifting furniture, throwing and crasing objects in search of something.A female vampire dressed in a red dress and black patent heels rushed to Andrei.She bent down to whisper in his ear.