All Chapters of Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*(Aurora)Aurora didn't imagine those turns of events when her father had called for a family meeting exactly a week ago. Her father was into things like family bonding, sharing and she didn't mind it. Not at all. She loved her parents, her home, and her life with them. They were the best parents a girl could ask for. So, she had made a bowl of popcorn-sometimes the family meeting would be quite funny and amusing- but what came out of that particular family meeting was something Aurora didn't believe at first. She couldn't. She had laughed at her dad, asked him not to joke like that. His poker face didn't give away anything, and then he nodded sternly and said, "Rory, I am not joking. We are moving away. It is about time." Her mother had looked at her with a soft sigh of defeat as Aurora stared at her father as if she was seeing an alien. He shook his head and sighed and asked sorry. All the while, she wanted to ask, 'it's about time for what?; But she was too tongue-tied at that p

*(Aurora)Leaves dry and fragile crumbled under Aurora's feet as she walked inside the woods. The thick, unkempt forest had long arms, twisting, and whirling like a hungry marauder. Vines reaching around, trying to capture the unsuspected victim. She noticed a trail leading towards her home and turned towards it with a small prayer. As she neared it, the trail disappeared.The trees started to move closer, trapping her within the circle. She ran, round and round, and didn't find a way to get out. The branches bent towards her, laughter in their voice, and curved around her in an embrace that was slowly turning suffocating. The stems bled black, like tar.The tar coated her skin, sizzling hot, and scorching. The air in her lungs was cut off as the vines squeezed tighter and it came out in a shallow whistle. She struggled to step away from the trees, to breathe. She let out a dispirited sob, half air, and half empty. Her face turned blue. 'I don't want to die. Please I don't want to-"

Corrupts he, the weakened brain. Plague he, the dark dreams. – Bloodsongs.*AuroraAurora smothered the scream bubbling under her throat and stumbled back from the window. The smoke curled above the canopy of trees and vanished with a shrill sound, and she heard it in her head. The air was so chilly, so cold. The hair in her arms, and the back of her neck stood erect.She stared up at the sky, and could smell the reek of the smoke, pungent and decaying. She looked around and everyone was enjoying the sun, eating, chattering and she knew no one had seen the snake-like man, with fangs. It was only her who had seen him. And she was now frozen with terror. Fear ripped through her bone, and she wanted to scream at them to look. To see what she had seen, but she knew they wouldn't see it. Imagination, she whispered, just my imagination. But even she couldn't believe it. Hadn't she just seen the man staring at them with golden eyes? It was not her imagination. Not this time. She was sure

Drinks, he, the pain, the blood. Thrives he, in the fear that debilitates. – Bloodsongs. *(Art)When the infuriating dinner was finally over, Art helped his mom with the dishes. His mom was singing under her breath, whistling softly and there was a bounce in her steps. Every few seconds, she'd throw him a pleased look, one heavy with inside joke.He knew the joke. It was him! The girl with the beautiful eyes made him into a damn joke, when she blurted out about his eyes. His heart ran wildly as he thought about it. He gritted his teeth as he wiped the China dish. How he wished he could break one or two of them, just to soothe this anger, and the helplessness.Who was she? What was she doing here? And what the hell was she talking about?His eyes? Beautiful? No one had ever said that to him. Not even his girlfriend had called his eyes beautiful and she had made him feel like a dumb fool as he sat there, choking on water.She had laughed then, and even though she was laughing at him,

The wanderer of shadows, his vanity is his downfall and his rise. – Bloodsongs. *(Art) Art blinked as he stared into Aurora's room. His heart thrashed and pounded. He wiped his sweaty palms againt his pajama pants as he blinked twice and then looked again. There in her room was what looked like a fire. Orange, glowing. It was like the nightmare was manifesting in her room. It was very small, but Art didn't want to take any chance. Through the glass panes of the windows, he could see it slowly getting bigger. Fear and panic gripped his throat as he started to run, blind to everything on his way. He banged on the front door and whipped past when a disoriented Matthew opened the door. "Wha-" He didn't stand there to answer Matthew. He had to hurry before anything happened to the girl with blue, blue eyes. Art knew the interior of the house. It was the twin of his home. He stepped past the kitchen and raced upstairs, and opened the room door in hurry, praying that everything was a