*Soleil*
'I have one meeting after another and tonight I have to show up at one of the clubs. Can't decide if I should be a greaser or a vampire count. I assume I can not persuade you to go to Birmingham tonight… or ?'
The corners of my mouth curl in a silent laugh. Lefu just does not give up. I had avoided meeting with him on the pretext that I am busy with homework and the Scottish volunteers who need guidance. But even I can hear how hollow it sounds in relation to how busy he is and how willing he is to drop his appointments for my sake for a few hours.
'I really wanted to. But I finally have a free night and would like to spend some time with my mom. I also think I'm too tired to be swung around’.
My eyes fall on one of the cupboard doors, which is pinched. A yellow plastic bag peeks out at the bottom. I suddenly reme
*Soleil*“Pack a bag; we are leaving right away”.Well, okay.. but Dublin ?I lean back and the airplane seat, letting out a heavy breath. So I am already back at it again. I can feel it fluttering in my stomach and knot it up at the same time. The kettle has been put on the stove, new water poured in to boil.I look out the window as we move out over the water, trying to let go of old grey Soleil. Now it is all about the hunt and the battle for life and death.When we exit the airport in Dublin Marta is already there, waiting for us as she has travelled ahead.
*Soleil*We find a café where there are only a few guests. Even if we do not have our large capes and long vaulted rods with us, our topic of conversation would in itself attract too much attention. We sit in the farthest corner so we have an overview of all the guests."So it was a leprechaun ?" I ask as we eat."Is this the first time you've seen a house elf ?" It pulls slightly at the corner of Marta’s mouth“Yes, as you know, there are no auxiliary spirits left in my city. Because of the dark one”."The dark one". Marta narrows her eyes.&nb
*Soleil*“I think he rejected me here too. I think he changed and threw me out". I croak hoarsely. My mind is a tangle of my own emotions, intertwined with his.Focus. Remember who you are. Remember who he is ! If Siri could sacrifice the love of her life for the calling, then I can do no less."Did you see where they are ?" Gudrun asks."I assume they have many beautiful valleys between the mountains up here, don't they ?" I look tiredly at Marta."Let me see if I can recognize it”. Martha takes my hands and we open our minds to each other once again. Marta quickly lets
*Soleil*I still can not help but check my mobile while waiting for my departure at the airport. But only because I'm bored. It is not because I am thinking of him or anything; it is to do something.'Shall I not fetch you then? I'm in London and on my way home in an hour anyway’. Lefu's offer is quite tempting. I bite my lip. How can I get around my rule of not seeing him now ? I have to write no thanks ! But on the other hand, I am tired after all the searching I have been through. It would be nice not to have to take the underground and train to get home.'It would be nice; I'm so tired !' Shit ! You have a backbone like cooked spaghetti, you pathetic hypocrite !'Okay, I will be right
*Soleil*It is a paradox, such as time feels unbelievably slow when waiting for something you look forward to, but conversely goes too fast when you need to do something you do not feel like. That's how it turns out on Thursday. Everything goes too quickly. Why had I said yes? I have to find a way to get through dinner and then leave before I go stupid. Afterward, I have to man up and end the friendship. It is just a silly crush I have on him; everyone has it, after all.Maybe I am just flattered by the attention he is showing me. It was not precisely something Luca had thrown around. His essence strokes through me, and I have to sit on the bed not to kneel. It is unbelievable, though! I do not have time for this emotional nonsense.“You are seriously t
*Soleil*There is undoubtedly no saving on the table setting. The napkins are served on a saucer and are actual silverware. I take a knife and weigh it in my hand. Yep, silver. He has even put a vase on the table with flowers in it; I have no idea what those are called."You should have said it is a nice dinner. Then I would have put on something other than jeans”. I shout out to him."Why ? You look good the way you are”. He comes up right behind me and puts two plates on the table."Well, yes, but still.”"If you want to feel better about it, can we send for a pizza?" He sends me a teasing look before going back to the kitchen.
*Soleil*“I am calling Mark if you say no”. Sascha leaned against the mirrors in the School bathroom, her arms crossed. “I have asked you so many times now and it's always the dumb work that gets in the way”.“It's just not me, all that dressing up. I feel much better as myself. Can't we just go to a regular club for once ?""Soleil. You have to go”. Sascha is making puppy eyes. “You are one of us now. The others are asking for you. I can tone down your make-up and we can dye your hair with a rinse color in a wild purple color or something, nothing too over the top”.A flash back to the night before causes the heat to flare up on my neck.
*Luca* "It is not really smart, Andy”. I growl. “You have not tried it before. You have no idea what you're dealing with. Do you realize how bad it can go if you tear yourself free ?”. "But that's exactly what I won't do. I will be tied up with the toughest chains so that nothing can neither happen to me nor others. Come on, it's going to be so cool !” “We are not a circus act. Your grandfather died because of this, one of us may die because of this. This curse has kept us on the run all our lives. And then you want to go and participate in some ritual, even if it’s your first time of transformation. It's sick, Andy”. I make a frustrated move with my arms. “Maybe it's time to stop running. May
*Soleil* "Oh! I never thought we would get away from Scotland”. I kick off my shoes and throw the backpack on the floor. "It was getting cramped up there”. "We're getting ok at it actually”. Luca closes the door to the small apartment and slams the lock. "We handed out some serious ass kicking” I huff. "Yes, we could win every time if you did not try to decide it all”. "You can just accept that I'm always right”. He grins. "I do when you realize that it's not about being right, but about what works !" I star defiantly up at him, but surrender as he pulls me into him. "I'm just happy you came back”. He bends down and kisses me. "So am I". The butterflies flutter joyfully inside me, and I pull him down in a deeper kiss. I twist my fingers into his tousled mocha brown hair and indulge in the feel of his lips and exploratory tongue. “Well, what do you say ? English or history ?” He withdraws and deftly avoids my aggrieved gaze. "Seriously ? You want us to read our hom
*Narrator* “Magnificent !” The lord of the wind's eyes shone with obvious joy. “I could not have done thatbetter myself”. "You were entrusted to bestow on this man your strength, and now this !" The lady of the earth thrust her arm out against a settlement, engulfed in flames. "We were just letting out a little smoke". The lord of the fire grumbled. "We just happened to realise that If humans do not gather as a people, then they will never overcome the brood and not at all the queen”. “It might very well be right. But this is not the solution”. She sighed heavily. “They were meant to live happily, not to be subjected to more tyranny”. A small lake began to trickle up from the ground beneath them and manifested itself in a figure like the other three. "It's over”. The lady of the water said. “There is no hope anymore. Tonight they will gather, and your kinship will be wiped out”. "Oh, I can not get air". The lord of the wind sobbed with laughter. "Very funny !" Snarled the fir
*Tjalfe* The villagers have never seen Hrazgouls so close before. Only a few, fleeting glimpses have been had. They always come after the Bakorshas have finished emptying their prey of blood, to eat the remains. In the morning, when the residents venture out into the daylight, there are only pieces of clothing, shattered bones and stinking piles of entrails left in rust-red stains on the ground. When one of them has tried to escape over the mountains, the remaining ones do not even get to see the Bakorshaer’s servants before the death cry of the fugitive resounds across the valley. Now they come in between the houses. One being more abominable than the next. Giant beasts with luminous, yellow eyes, whose long gaps flashes with large serrated rows of teeth. Their upright bodies were covered with dense coarse fur, while the broad shoulders and long, bulging arms end up in a paw-like hand so large that it could effortlessly crush the skull of a man. In between them comes smaller cre
*Tjalfe* Although darkness reigns behind the houses, it is easy to find the victim. The child’s screams drive Saren forward, and the fire blazes furiously in his hand. He finds the child just as life leaves the body. Like a breastfeeding infant it lays the arms of a Bakorsha, whose teeth sit deeply buried in the child’s thighs. With an insane scream, Saren sends a long beam of fire towards the monster. The heat is so high that it instantly sets both the Bakorsha and the child corpse on fire. When the last rays leave Sarens hand, both fall on the ground, charred and annihilated. The embers reveal the next victim and her assailants. It is the child's mother who lays helplessly on the firewood block while one of the dark ones brutally mates her and rips her flesh to blood with its dirty nails. Three others are biting into her arms and neck, where they greedily empties her of blood. Saren raises his hands to obliterate the creeps and free the woman from her afflictions, but nothing h
*Tjalfe* Malicious laughter and agitated voices intrudes in the dark, first from the west, but gradually the sounds spread until they surround the whole village. Bringing promises of carnage and death. The people flee back out of their houses, and all search for the relative safety of the fire. Quickly they get their torches lit and turn front towards the enemy, who is still hiding in the shelter of the darkness. Only now do they become aware thatthat their medicine man stands among them without a torch. The fear of Bakorsha had for a moment made them forget the new danger that had manifested itself in their midst, but then the burning house begin to give in to the ravaging of the flames, and it seems to dawn on them what they had witnessed as they scouted out the windows. Those closest to the medicine man hurried awayfrom him. This is a mistake and part of me wants to warn them, but it is too late anyway, and a shadow flies past and grabs one of the men. His howl is drowned
*Tjalfe* I am watching from my spot inside the storm, watching as things unfold below me. The people look up at the storm, which suddenly hangs over their heads. Panic and confusion arises in the village. Everyone let go of what they have in their hands and run into the middle of the square to seek shelter around the bonfire. Humans are no longer one, they have been divided by fear, and everyone care only to keep himself and his offspring alive. Everyone pushes and hustles to get closest to the fireplace andfarthest from the edge of the circle, for now that the sun's rays are hidden behind the heavy slate-gray clouds the Bakorshas will arrive prematurely. In the middle of the village a large bonfire is burning, and torches have been laid nearby, so they can be quickly ignited. The people has learned that the Bakorshas are not enthusiastic about fire, and that it sometimes happen that the sharp-toothed monsters will abandon the attack and instead throw themselves at another vict
*Tjalfe* The valley is a beautiful, small oasis between the high mountains, which in its time had attracted the inhabitants. They had lived in peace and perfect harmony. The mountains had shielded them from the worst winds, so the crops were diverse and the people of the city had never experienced distress. The only entrance to the village is an opening to the west where the surrounding mountains remain broken by a narrow passage. The view over the pass makes it possible to detect travelers coming from distant parts of the continent in good time, and show them hospitality. No one knew of anything but tolerance and no one dreamed that travelers could come up with anything but peace. It ended when the dark ones came. From then on, the valley became a prison for the people. During the day they were trapped, and at night they were harvested like grapes on stalks. There was no way out off there, all passable roads were blocked by Hrazgouls, the servants. Many had tried to flee, but eac
*Lefu* A tear rolls down my cheek. "Goodbye, Katje". I whisper softly. "I swear your death will be avenged”. "Now you see what they are capable of”. Strano puts his hands in the pockets of his night-black Armani jacket. "It is only the beginning”. I hiss angrily at him. "How can you choose them over your own ?" "You still do not understand, do you ?" Strano rolls his eyes. “They would not be here if it were not for you. Remember that”. “You knew it all from the start, right ? That there were several dogs and that I knew about them. That's why you did not kill me right away when you came up here and picked me up. That’s the truth right ?" I can’t help but seek assurance that I am right. He gives a small sigh. “I saw an opportunity and I took it. When the girls sacrificed Elisabeth, I could not prove that they were involved. I bet you would throw in the dogs as bait if you got the chance, and that Lyndsey would bite”. "What about her ?" I nodded down toward the figure with the
*Luca* My gaze is fixed as I step forward towards Harry. The dark blonde ulfhedin might be the pack leader, but this is my prey, and I do not shy away from the warning snarl of the alpha. Harry must have come to the same conclusion, for he goes silent and withdraws. I stop in front of the charred statue. My nails slide down the rough surface. Although the texture feels like charred wood, the shell is massive. I withdraw my arm and fire. The charred crust cracks, and I have to strike through once more to penetrate into the goal. When the shell breaks, a rain of coagulated blood sprays over me. I stick my paw into the evil bitch, find what I am looking for, and pull hard. The heart is still pumping weakly as I hold it up in front of the statue. I growl triumphantly and squeezeit in my powerful fist. The heart stops beating, and the red flesh-filled tissue gives way and explodes in a cloud of dust. It is over. "What do we do now ?" Soleil's cousin stands in front of the grotesqu