All Chapters of Eternal damnation : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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

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 her Summer nodded in anticipation Lucien briskl

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

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