Havermouth, Present TimeThere was a knock on the door, a heavy confident thud that repeated three times and then waited, expectantly.Aislen grabbed hold of Talenâs hand. âDonât answer it daddy,â she whispered. âLetâs pretend weâre not home.â The night was crawling with face-eating monsters, heavy with cold rain, and bodies that came and went. With a sudden, gut-wrenching intensity, she wanted her werewolf mates to return, and all five of them to be back to the river house.âPlease, donât answer the door,â she repeated.The knock came again.Talen looked down at her, and then at the door. âWho is there?â He called out. A compromise, she thought, between her sudden dread and the demand of whoever stood behind the door. What did she expect? She didnât know. If the other person was frightening enough that she had to worry about her vampire, than a thin wooden door wouldnât prevent their entry, she admitted to herself.It was like in a horror movie, however, she thought, and if you answe
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeCameron drove past Aislenâs house on his way to school, hoping to encounter her walking her way there. If he saw her, he would just pull over and offer her a lift, he decided. Heâd do it very casually and just see what she did.She wasnât along the route to school and wasnât at the lockers when he went there. He looked up from his books as Heath approached with a tray carrying three take-away coffees from Boystonâs shop. His blond mate handed him one. âHere, thought you could use it,â Heath said quietly. âYou didnât sleep well last night.ââNo,â Cameron sighed heavily. Cameron had been awake, restless, the little kidâs body haunting the darkness, and the problems with Aislen preoccupying his thoughts when Heath had crawled into his bed not long after midnight. âBad dreams.ââMaybe you should⌠talk to someone, Cam?â Heath suggested.âIâm talking to you,â Cameron replied.âSomeone who knows about this sort of thing,â Heath replied. âLike the school counsell
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeâIf people see that weâre trying to get Aislen back,â Heath explained under his breath as they met up at the car park at the end of the school day. âThen Charlie and the council will say that we donât have her under control. We need to make her come back to us, not the other way around.ââAnd Charlotteâs going to do what?â Rhett was not happy, his face twisted in a frown as he cupped his cigarette to light it. The car park around them was emptying as the students fled the school gleefully, music pounding out of windows and horns honking.âIf weâre seen with Charlotte, it will look like weâve just lost interest in Aislen, rather than that weâre not in control of her,â Heath explained patiently, speaking up as the crowd thinned and there was no one around them, giving them privacy. âThen when weâve got Aislen back, well, she begged us to take her back, didnât she?ââF-k man,â Cameron admired his scheming. âYou have a f-ked up brain, you know that donât you?
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeâThere she is,â Cameron said it suddenly gripping the seats and leaning forward as Heath navigated the turn off into the school car park. âThere she is, and f-k she looks good,â his voice was hoarse. âF-king hell, I am one jerk off coming in my pants.ââSheâs gone to some effort,â Heath agreed. Aislen had gone heavy on the eye-makeup, and left her hair loose, just the way she knew that he liked it, and she was dressed the way he liked her to be, he thought, the way heâd told her to dress. âItâs a good sign,â he decided. âShe is over her sulk. Weâll let her apologize and stay for recess to make sure that sheâs seen behaving, and then ditch and go f-k ourselves stupid.ââSounds like a plan,â Rhett grinned taking a cigarette out.âDonât smoke that in my car,â Heath said immediately.âDuh,â Rhett rolled his eyes. âI know your rules, princess.âHeath parked just down from where Aislen stood, watching them as they got out the car. âDonât be too eager,â he told
Havermouth, Present TimeCameron was exhausted and his water-logged wolf body was beginning to feel the cold as a painful bone-ache that he knew wasnât good. He wasnât surprised when Rhett led the way back towards Laurenâs house. Please, he thought, let them stumble on the little girl on their way back. He hoped that Rhettâs pessimism would be proven wrong, that Jessica was somewhere safe and warm, perhaps even back in her motherâs arms.They had covered every street around Laurenâs house, within a distance that they felt a little girl on foot could travel in the weather, sniffing at every door in search of a lingering trace of scent, but the rain washed almost everything away.Most of the houses were lit only by candlelight, and every home with a fireplace had it burning both to combat the dark and the cold left by the loss of electricity. They encountered no cars on the road â something that didnât surprise him because the roads ran with water, the wind was vicious, and the cold was
Havermouth, Present Time Aislen looked in through the car window. The child was crouched behind the front passenger seat in the foot-space of the back seat, facing towards them, and the flickering light revealed wide, frightened eyes within a pale face smeared with blood, and a tangle of hair, the ends still tied with faded ribbon into braids. She was filthy, coated in mud and wet through. âF-k,â Aislen groaned. âWhat do we do?â âKill it,â Rhett suggested. âSheâs not an it. Sheâs a kid,â Cameron protested. âShe ate Shaun Bascall,â Rhett pointed out. âAlive.â They had all been avoiding looking at the man in the front passenger seat. The car had slammed into the pole on that side, crumpling in and pinning Shaun into the seat. The girl in the backseat had taken advantage of his inability to defend himself to devour him, stripping the skin from his face and tearing into his stomach. The metallic stink of blood was heavy on the air. âThere is also Leighton Richard to consider,â Tal
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeâSoâŚâ Charlotte lingered in the backseat. She had pressed herself tight to the door, making herself as small as possible as theyâd driven from the graveyard to where she said that she lived, a dingy house that hadnât been modernized since its construction. Her shirt was mis-buttoned, the stain on the fabric over her heart was like an accusation, and the alcohol was wearing away, leaving her pale faced and teary. âWill I see you at school tomorrow?âShe knew the answer to the question, Heath thought with irritation. She had realized that she had been used when theyâd hustled her from the graveyard abruptly in order to pursue Aislen. He wondered how Rhett had gone, whether heâd been successful in getting Aislen into the car, and he wanted to focus on what to do next, rather than the girl in the backseat.âNo, Charlotte,â he said. âWe donât do repeats. Thatâs it, youâre done. Say thanks for the good time and get the f-k out of the car.ââYou keep Aislen Cart
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHeathâs heart ached as he stroked his fingers through Aislenâs hair. Her eyes were closed but he knew that she was awake as the tears continued to collect in her eyelashes before tracking down her cheeks. He wasnât far off crying himself, he acknowledged. The anger and fear had faded, leaving behind a bitter taste in his mouth, and the fervent wish that she would stop crying.Rhettâs hand stroked up and down her ribs and he pressed his lips to the back of her shoulder, and Cameron had his arm slung over Rhett, resting on her hip.Heath cupped her cheek and leaned over to kiss her lips, tasting the salt that lingered on them before taking his kisses along her jaw to her ear. âItâs alright, Aislen,â he whispered. âRhett is right. We forgive you. Kiss me now and let me⌠make you feel better.âHe eased her onto her back and kissed his way down her body, over the soft velvet of her skin, running his tongue over the tips of her breasts until the nipples tighten
Havermouth, Present Time Talen and Aislen were quickly called to a stop as they approached the busy area directly in front of the town hall. The police and the firies were packing up, she noticed, frowning, and none of them looked happy about it. âWe are encouraging civilians to stay in their residences and off the streets,â a stern voiced soldier told Aislen and Talen disapprovingly. âThere are many hazards left after the storm, and our men need free access to clear the roads of debris and make repairs.â Aislen swallowed back the words that she wanted to say, and instead smiled sweetly. âWeâre from Boystonâs coffee shop,â she lied showing him the box that she held. âMaking a delivery. Cakes and slices that are going stale, to help fuel the forces here. Theyâre free,â she added with a bright smile. âSee, thatâs our coffee van, over there,â she nodded with her chin. âOh,â he was non-plussed, looking over his shoulder at the van, and then back at the box that she held. âLet me look,â
Havermouth, Two Years BeforeâAislen Carter graduated from Rideten School of Art with honors on the eleventh of the month, and vacated her school accommodation four days later,â the PIâs report stated blandly the words that sent icy shards of fear and horror through Heathâs soul.âHer vehicle was placed for sale at North Rideten Car Sales one week prior and sold on the fifteenth with deposits made into bank accounts that were, in turn, closed on the twentieth. We have seen this sort of behavior before, in victims of domestic violence, where the subject is escaping an abusive spouse through the help of an organization. It is our companies ethical position not to pursue such cases further.ââSure,â Heath snarled at the email. âBut you f-king charged me the full price.âHe was tempted to throw the laptop against the wall in his frustration, but he gripped the table edge instead and blew out his breath, controlling the anger, turning the heat to ice, and focusing on the house around him t
Havermouth, Two Years Before The Rideten night club was overflowing with patrons, and Heath had to fight for the standing table where he could look out across the dance floor and keep an eye on Rhett, who was having a fantastic time with his co-workers celebrating the end of his apprenticeship and the purchase of his own shop in Havermouth. It was the happiest that Heath had seen him in a long time, and that thought pained him, but did not surprise him. The Triquetra pretended well, most of the time, however the waiting was slowly tearing them apart. They were spending less time together at the river house, and it often felt more like they were house mates than mates, as they rarely even shared a meal let alone a bed. Cameron was spending more and more time on the land now that he had graduated university, Rhett had thrown himself into getting as much experience as he could before starting his own shop, and Heath was working part time at the law firm he had purchased in Havermouth i
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThe little Redbank tattoo parlour that had agreed to take him as an apprentice had many things that Rhett liked, and many that he didnât. The shop was tiny, with a staircase to the second level which was so steep that it kicked in Rhettâs phobia about heights, and, whilst the workstations were brightly lit for the purpose of the artists, everywhere else was shadowy and pokey. The little kitchen could only fit one person at a time, and the toilet was so narrow that cleaning it (which was one of Rhettâs duties as an apprentice) was a bit like performing yoga in a box.Mostly he divided his time between manning the reception desk, doing clean-up of the workstations, and making drinks for the artists and customers, but on the slow days, the artists would take turns working with his sketches, and he would sit with his pants around his ankles on one of the chairs and practise on himself, upside down.If he produced a decent piece, one of the other artists, Matt
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHeath left the final class of the year feeling as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Just the exams left to do, and high school would be a thing of the past. He paused for a moment, his eyes adjusting from the artificial light of the classroom and his body to movement after two intense hours of mental activity as the teacher had taken the opportunity to run them through a practice exam.Cameronâs bright hair caught the sunlight over the heads of other students moving out into freedom. âHey!â Cameron grinned as he headed over. âItâs done! We are free!ââUntil exams,â Heath corrected. âAnd, then the pre-reading for university.ââUgh,â Cameronâs groan of disgust was throaty. âLet me have at least today to enjoy the end of classes without filling my head up with more useless knowledge.âHeath slung his arm around Cameronâs shoulders. âWill you miss school?ââNope,â Cameron leaned into Heath. âYou?ââNope,â Heath agreed. He gave Cameronâs shoulders
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeCameronâs dreams were filled with chasing Aislen through the fields. He could see her just ahead of him, her dark hair bouncing with the motion of her run, the weeds catching on the skirt of her dress and dragging long scratches along her legs that she didnât seem to notice. âAislen!â He cried out. âSlow down!âHe woke with a start to the echoes of his own voice. It wasnât yet midnight and he was alone in bed. He pressed his face into the pillows, breathing in, seeking the scent of Rhett and Heath from the fabric, but it had been too long since theyâd slept there, and the scent had faded beneath his own.He couldnât remember ever having fought with either of them. It left him feeling off-balance, and unwell. Heâd thrown himself into working the farm with his dad, trying to distract himself from the anguish of it. Jules hadnât questioned why Cameron wasnât going to school, studying, or spending time with the other two members of the Triquetra, although Cam
Havermouth, Five Years PriorâI canât go home - things are too bad with dad and he seems to be hanging around more than ever, and things are f-ked up with Aislen at home too, so I was thinking that Aislen and I could stay at the river house for a few days until we all find somewhere to rent in Havermouth. If we all go in to Aislenâs we can get her packed and out of there before her parents can do anything about it, right?â Rhett suggested, twisting in his seat to look from Heath to Cameron.âSure,â Cameron leaned forward and gripped the front seats. âWe can all stay at the river house. It will be fun.ââExams next week,â Heath said softly, his heart sinking. âWe should study more. But, sure, a few days at the river house wonât hurt. We can study during the daytime whilst thereâs light.â What day would they take Aislen away, he wondered. Did she know that she was going to Rideten? Had that been why her suitcases had been under the bed?âSpeak for yourself,â Rhett snorted. âIâm not f-ki
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeAs dawn pinked the sky, Cameron scuffed the toe of his shoe through the dust that was all that remained of the grass where cows had been killed. Now that he knew what caused these patches, whenever he was by the river, his eyes were peeled for them, and he was surprised by how many there were â patches where nothing seemed to grow, which heâd always accepted as just being randomly barren spots because heâd grown up with their occurrence.âDonât play in the dust,â Jules reprimanded as he returned to the Ute.âWhy?â Cameron wondered. âItâs just dirt, dad.ââItâs still dead. I donât trust it until it grows green again.âIt made sense that Jules would think that way, Cameron thought stepping away from the patch. Jules' relationship to the land was other level, as Julesâ father and grandfather had been before him. Cameron loved the farm. He loved and respected the land, the river house, and the work. He couldnât imagine doing anything else with his life, but h
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHeath fed some twigs into the ashes of the firepit knowing that below the layer of ash, there was enough heat to get the fire going again. Theyâd be grateful in the morning when they went to make coffee and breakfast if there were still hot coals, so heâd get the fire going again whilst Rhett got his drunk on, and then the three of them would go to bed, f-k it out, and get some sleep, he decided.Rhett winced his way through a swig of whiskey, drinking to the side of his mouth away from the piercing and then deliberately swishing the whiskey over the wound, using it as a disinfectant, the action betraying how much it was paining him and his concern over the damage. He met Heathâs eye and gave a little rueful shrug â there wasnât much that he could do other than hope that it healed alright.Heath took the whiskey bottle from him and took a swig before returning it and leaning over to throw some logs onto the firepit as the kindling leapt into flame. âI got