"No!" Oshey screamed, fighting her blanket. "No, get away from me!”
The bedroom door burst open and Quinn, Kasper, and Sam rushed in. Quinn went to her side
"He is here. He is in the house. Help me, please." She said finally waking up from the nightmare.
"Oshey, who is here?" Quinn asked, placing his hand on her cheek.
"Night Sorrow, he is here, he was just here," she was confused. "Where is Patches?"
Kasper walked closer to the bed before looking back to Quinn. "Oshey, it was a dream, you are safe, there is no one but us here." Quinn stood and walked to the window pulling the curtain closed.
"Now when I say do something, do it; otherwise, it only gets worse. I'm sure you know where you are, and you must know no one will find you and save you. So let us begin again. "Stand up." He watched as she stood up slowly. "Good."Oshey looked through her one good eye to see him sitting there fondling himself. She drew what moisture she could and spat in his eyes. "Fuck you."He grinned, wiping away the spittle. "In all my years running with this pack of wild mutts, I have been the one to deal with your type. Judging them as worthy of serving our cause, or deeming them play toys for the scum that lines the pits below. I can make, or break you, it's all up to you." He moved closer, walking in circles around her and noticing the bruises along her buttocks and thighs. Bruno was indeed a big boy to handle."I should kill you right now, and be done with you, but that would be far too easy. So I have an idea instead." He moved up behind her and in the darkness of the room took fro
Present Day "I'm tired, I mean really tired. I thought I was going to finish this morning, but my brain feels like oatmeal." Jimmy said, holding his two fingers to his temples and rubbing the ache. "If you are tired, go rest, this will still be here when you wake." Natalia offered as she looked up from her cup of coffee. "I know it will, it is just that I have so many questions left unanswered." Jimmy looked and sounded frustrated. Nat glanced in Jimmy’s direction. "Like what?" Jimmy closed his eyes and took a deep breath and let his questions loose. "Well, what happened to the people, where did they go? Why didn't you log the case, why didn't you tell me before now about your involvement with this pack?" "So down there,” Natalia laughed. “I have no answers for you right now. I am sure there are more questions to come. I can tell you one odd tidbit I did learn. It is about the one called Oshey." "What? I think I'm confused.” Jimmy said it with a frown. "How do I p
Dream Weaver~~~1986Oshey was sitting on the back porch smoking a cigarette when the door opened behind her. The young woman was lost in thought. Between the nightmares and the cop's sudden appearance, Oshey was confused beyond belief. The only point in her life she was not uncertain about was Quinn. Since meeting him, Oshey knew what peace could feel like. She closed her eyes, blowing smoke out of her nose when she heard him clear his throat. "I don't want to talk right now, Quinn.""I didn't say you had to, I just came out here for a cigarette," Quinn said as he sat at her side. There were several chairs but he decided to sit on the steps next to her.Oshey smiled. "You don't smoke.""I was thinking of starting." Quinn took her pack and slipped one free, bringing it to his lips."Fine, what do you want to talk about? That cop? Okay, I have seen her in my dreams. She scares me. I saw her and the beast and I saw my death. So if you don't mind, I truly don't want to se
1986Time has begun to run out for us. Osheys dreams are getting more and more detailed and she seems to be growing in power. I have been avoiding her only because she scares me. She tried to talk to me about what she sees in her dreams and I just don't understand enough to help her anymore. She is taxing my patience.In other updates, I have discovered a silver-based spray only wounds a wolfin for a short time. I am sure in large amounts silver can kill a wolfin; I am not ready to test this theory out. Kasper has been helping me, but since I burned his arm I am hesitant to continue.In other news, the kid Nothing I met a few months ago, is back and she has changed again. She is perplexing me. I don't know what is going on with her, but she is acting weirder than normal. I suppose I should ask more questions when I do see her, but there is something between us, it is like I know her, but don't know her.~~~"Doc, are you awake? They brought some kid in." A male voice drifte
Yada woke from the dream to strange sounds echoing through her skull. The green and red lights had been replaced by total darkness. She sat up slowly holding the side of her head. She felt like a Mack truck had run through her eyes and was certain if she opened her mouth to scream her brain would fall free. She moved, feeling her way in the dark. Yada found an edge and leaned down to guess the depth. She felt nothing."I wouldn't do that," the sound of a man's voice scared her."Who's there?" she asked in a hushed whisper."You are sitting on a ledge about twelve feet up. I would suggest you stay still." He said, quietly looking over the edge, seeing perfectly in the dark.Yada moved back to where she had been originally. "Who are you, and where am I?""You are in my domain now. This is my home. You will learn your place here in time." The man spoke in a flat emotionless tone."My place," she was confused."Yes, your place. I brought you here as per our agreement." Altho
Yada had finally opened her eyes and decided to risk the fall. Inching to the ledge, Yada slowly worked her legs lower before realizing she might not have the upper body strength to safely get down. Taking a deep breath, Yada dropped until her fingertips held her weight. Looking into the darkness below, she let go and dropped ten feet to the concrete floor. She landed poorly, twisting her right ankle. “Fuck!” Yada screamed.Not wanting to stay there, Yada used the wall for support as she limped toward an access tunnel. There must have been motion sensors because the lights overhead started to flicker and come to life. Yada managed to get ten yards before she thought she saw a shadow."What do we have here?" An unknown male voice startled her. Yada wondered if it was Gabriel. Yada spun around searching for the source of the words. "Gabriel?" She could hear someone sniffing the air."You smell so good. Come here child I," the voice came closer. “I can’t wait to taste you.
Escaping the PastPresent DayThe sun was setting over the city when Jimmy woke to an empty bed. He reached out searching for his wife but found only her pillow and sheets cold. Jimmy noticed the clock; it was 6:00 p.m. "Nat?" He mumbled rolling on his back and opting to just lay there. Jimmy’s mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions and then he remembered the journal and the house. “Honey?”"In here," Natalia said from the front room.Jimmy finally climbed out of bed after another fifteen minutes and entered the study, which was part of their bedroom. On the desk was the journal and it seemed to draw his attention.Natalia walked in holding a cup of coffee. "What are you doing?""I was reading," Jimmy mumbled. "It doesn't make any sense, does it? The more I learn about what happened in that home, the more questions I have. They all seem to go back to Oshey and Yada.""I told you before, it is one big puzzle." Natalia shared the coffee with her husband.Jimmy started t
1986One month before the last chapter.Panama City Beach, Florida"Baby, I do not want you to leave, it is just; well he wants to be a dad and Camille is his last chance." Linda looked up from the chair to her daughter knowing the fight was already over. "Fine, take her and go before he comes home. I know you were looking for a place, near the beach, and I saw a "for rent" sign near the boardwalk today. So," Linda smiled, handing her daughter a number she had scribbled on a sheet of paper. "I called, Mae will be expecting you.""Thanks, mom," Oshey said leaning down to kiss her mom's cheek. Oshey smiled as she headed for the teal Saturn parked on the curve. The beach was where she always wanted to be. She had just signed a contract with a new band and had planned on a CD launch next month in Albany, Georgia at the Civic Center. Oshey could now afford to try life on her own.The boardwalk area was always crowded at this time of day, with tourists heading to town for the shops. Since O
May 1991I spent the better part of two weeks with Jessica. She was devastated by her father’s death. I think seeing her crushed brought back emotions I had denied for many years. I’m still human, after all. I cried with her, and when she and I could cry no more, we began to talk. I told her I worked for an eccentric older man. She told me she was starting classes this fall at Albany University. Life just seemed to calm down for the two of us.Mason never did contact me again. But somehow I knew he was watching. He was always going to be watching Jess.I'm going to miss Jess.March 1996I met a very interesting character tonight. He asked me to call him Hound, so I figure he is probably one of Gabriel’s men. Gabe once told me about some of his men, and even regaled me with tales of his private guard, nicknamed The Black Horde. I got the impression from Hound, he may have been part of the Horde. It was quite like a distant memory coming back to me from nowhere. It’s hard
Yada sat on the bench as the day drifted into night. She continued to sit as the moon moved higher, threatening to devour her. Looking over the calm waves, she saw a flock of birds changes direction as if avoiding a predator and finally land to her left. Reaching for her cigarettes, she didn’t notice someone standing behind her. Several minutes passed before, Yada turned around. “Gabriel, my lord,” she quickly said, shifting to one knee before looking at the ground near his feet. “Forgive me, please,” Yada begged, still looking at the ground. Gabriel did not say a word. He simply sat at her side. “Formalities of title have never been part of our relationship before. Do not allow it to come between us now.”“My lord,” she began. “I should have never acted as impulsively as I did. I am a child lost in your world.”“Are you going to refer to me as ‘My Lord,’ all night?” He finally asked.“No,” she whispered. “I’ve been lost this last week without you. I don’t know what is r
I left the apartment today. I could not handle it anymore. I had to get away from the same four walls. I left shortly before sunrise, so he couldn’t follow me. I walked along the beach this morning as the sun began to climb over the city. It was there on the sandy shore I came to an understanding. I now understand what he expects of me. I have searched a lot of memories. He is old. I mean really old. He and his brother Michael were the original vampires--A punishment from the gods. I would never have believed this if I had not relived that moment. I also noticed he has never taken a sahead before. Not once in any memory did I see one. It means something to me. He chose me. I’m honored. But the flood comes and goes and I cannot control what I see. So I left.I continued to walk until I noticed I was being followed. The man stayed far enough behind me so I couldn’t see his face. I kept having the feeling I knew him though. When I confronted him, I wasn’t ready fo
2500 B.C.“Hurry up, Alu. We are going to be late. He won’t be happy if we are late… again.” The tall man spoke over his shoulder, climbing hand-carved steps two at a time.“Time is the only constant. We are never late nor are we early. We arrive when we are expected to.” Alu said, catching up with his brother on the top step.“You sound like you have been studying the stars again, brother.”“Perhaps,” he said with a light smile. “There is a sense of being in the stars. It is said Ra fancies the heaven and stars.”Akar regarded his brother silently before a guard walked them into the chamber.“Pharaoh,” they both said, moving to one knee before their ruler.“Rise Alu and Akar,” Pharaoh dismissed the rest of his court.“You summoned us, Pharaoh?” Akar began, still looking at the hand-carved titles before Pharaoh.“Rise Akar, you are a friend here.” Pharaoh’s words were soft and warm. “Pharaoh, what is your wish, we are here but to serve.” Alu began as he folded his arms beh
Gabriel bit into his wrist and offered it to her. When she brought it to her mouth, he held her tighter. Her body started to reject his blood. It happened every time he fed her. The human body does not accept the blood of the undead. Out of instinct, the stomach convulses, trying to expel what is ingested. Gabriel told her eventually it will subside. Gabriel waited until the fight ended before biting into Yada’s wrist. The moment he did, Yada’s mind began to fill with images from Gabe’s past.~~~August 2, 1701“Gabriel.”It wasn’t his real name, but a name he decided to use some years ago, after the birth of Christianity, when he settled into a small area outside of Rome. He and his brother were mistaken for a pair of Angels. Some hesitant locals said they could only be the hand of God and referred to them as the Fallen Michael and Gabriel. The thought had always amused them, and the pair decided to keep the names as long as they brought fear to man. As long as man feared
“That went well,” she whispered, leaning her head against the wall after shutting his door. Yada knew she would have to deal with other vampires, but she didn’t expect to tonight. Not all the training had prepared her for an actual face-to-face meeting with someone of Vincent’s age. Sure, she had met a few others and even attended a council meeting once, but she was not allowed to speak. Pushing off the wall, Yada found the restroom and splashed water against her face. She looked in the mirror, seeing a pale-faced woman with thick eye makeup standing behind her. The woman’s face powder was heavy, giving her the appearance of the undead. Yada splashed more water on her face and rubbed the back of her neck. The meeting with Vincent proved more stressful than she cared to admit. The light above her head suddenly crackled and flickered before going out. The window behind the woman allowed enough pale light to seep through the blinds, so she could see faint outlines. Beside the
April 19, 1991I made my first real kill tonight. I thought killing an undead thing would make me feel some sort of remorse. I don’t, though. I feel more alive than I have ever felt. I feel like I was born to do this job. The feeling scares the hell out of me and at the same moment electrifies me.I’ve given careful thought to my attacker. I was unprepared for the fight and nearly lost my life. I realized that if it had not been for fast thinking and skill, I would now be dead. I guess in the heat of the moment you don’t have time to think, you can only react to your training. I have heard people say the fight or flight instinct takes over. I have to agree. Survival, my survival, was the only thing I had in mind.I wasn’t as fast as he was, and the trophy he earned will mar my thigh forever. I learned tonight that if I am to live in this world, I need to become a better killer. I don’t mean the type of killer that pulls a gun and gets the job done. I mean the type of kil
We killed my father tonight.He didn’t leave me any choice. James, or that is what he called himself in human form, was a killer. He attacked five wolfin across the region before he finally captured me. He taunted me for several days before I knew what I needed to do.I could not allow him to go on. I couldn’t have more blood on my hands. I already had too much blood on my hands with Anos death. James killed him because he was my friend. I still do not understand Lyceums or their thinking, but I am learning. Daily I am learning about the war on the streets between the Wolfin’s and the Lyceums. And I dislike what I am finding out.My education started the day he kidnapped me. It was the day he killed Jake. I rather miss Jake, even if he was a real pain in the ass. A second event happened that day. It was the day Gabriel entered my life. Rescuing me from James set into motion a chain of events that lead me back to the warehouse tonight.My mate Noah was there. He and Quinn had figured
A gentle breeze from the south brought a thick cloud cover, which blocked the afternoon sun. Jessica Gotti had not noticed the changing weather until the mail carrier appeared and handed her a bound stack. Flipping through the pile, she took a select handful to her car and dumped them in the passenger seat. Looking over the front window of the gallery, she felt a tickle on the back of her neck, as though someone was watching her. Quickly turning around and finding nothing out of place she rubbed her temples, dismissing the sensation as a sign of stress from the extra work she’d put in, so the opening date would not be delayed again.Realizing it was almost 3:00 P.M. She decided to head home. The drive lulled her mind from the hectic schedule she had been living by. The rhythmic sound of the tires erased all the stress of the last few days. Moreover, for the first time, she knew in her heart that the opening would go off as planned with no backlashesShe was listening to a Final