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Sci Fi & Fantasy / Secrets Of The Mist (Analysis)
SECRETS OF THE MIST
By
TANYA LYON
It was late one evening; fog had rolled in, covering the darkness in a white haze,
brightened by only the streetlights. He stood by the last tree in a line of three, each separated by fifteen feet of ground, staring towards the backdoor of a green, one family house. He leaned on one arm, raising it to ear-level as he tucked the other hand in the pocket of his dark pants. His long brown hair was undone and blowing in the slight breeze, which moved the duster that he wore, sweeping it back behind thick, muscular legs. His face held a determined look; his lips were taunt and menacing, and his eyes glared red in the darkness. Evil was near, something even more deadly then himself lurked behind that sliding glass door before him, he just wished he knew what it was.
Aidan Brouillette shook that dark head of hair and sighed audibly. What the hell was he doing out on a night like that? Better yet, why the hell was he standing there, gawking in the windows of a house he knew nothing about like a sick peeping tom? He smiled at that one. He wasn’t any ordinary peeping tom; he was ten times more handsome than those psychos were and one-hundred times more dangerous, so why did he feel weak?
“What the hell are you doing standing there?” A voice barked in his ear. His body tightened, ready to explode on the intruder, the very person who had been able to sneak up behind him, completely unannounced, but slowly he turned, the rage evident on his face, to look at the smiling one of his brother.
“You,” he whispered, controlled and quiet, “are a moron!”
David Brouillette smiled at the man before him. They were identical, right down to their brown hair, but Aidan’s eyes held a darker blue, showing the hardship of his past compared to his brother. David’s sky blue eyes scanned the house before them and shook his head, shivering at the presence there. He glanced over at Aidan’s hard face, looking for any hint of just what he was feeling, but his brother’s face was set.
“What is it?” David question, but Aidan just shook his head.
“I followed it here, like it called to me, but I haven’t seen anything out of the ordinary. It seems to be just a house.” He shifted his weight, bringing his arm down from the tree and as he was about to turn, he caught the movement of a curtain on the second floor out of the corner of his eyes. “I’m sure it’s nothing.”
“You wouldn’t be out here if it was nothing.” David whispered, as he turned and marched off into the fog.
Aidan sighed, for his brother was right, of course. He didn’t do anything without purpose, so what had him out, on a dark and dreary night, staring up at the old Victorian home before him? Whatever it was, he was going to find out.
She slowly closed the curtain as thoughts of the man she glared at raced through her mind. His presence seemed too familiar yet she never met him. Curiosity filled her as the thought of him being so near to her yet, so far out of her reach. What did this handsome stranger want?
“One has to wonder what has captured your attention so that makes you stare out that window for such a long time.” The female voice said behind her as Krestina slowly turned around.
“I don’t know. The fog seems different tonight. It’s very unsettling.”
“The fog is always unsettling. It’s the only stable thing our family has been able to count on all these generations.” The woman said quietly as she peered out the window only to see a shadow walking away.
“Or should I say whom?”
“Oh please Morganna. I have no idea who that was.”
“Yes. Well, whoever that was should take heed unto not returning onto this property.” She replied as she gently closed the curtain.
Krestina slowly looked around the room they were in. The library was not impressive like others she has seen but it was modest to say the least. Her eyes settled on Morganna who was leaving the room.
“What are you thinking?” She asked as Krestina followed next to her down the flight of stairs.
“His presence seemed very familiar.”
“Yes. I know. You know about your family history?”
“Quite well.”
“Yes, well, there are some things in this world you do not know of.” Morganna replied as the two walked down the hall.
Morganna pulled a ruby red skeleton key out from under her long sleeve of her dress and unlocked the door in which they stood.
The two women traveled down into a dark and damp hallway. When they reached the end and as Morganna snapped her finger, sconces on each side of the hallway suddenly burst into flames, lighting their way.
As they reached the end of the tunnel, Morganna then pulled out another skeleton key from under her sleeve, blue as sapphire. As she placed the key into its lock, the door opened. As she looked around the room, again, the sconces on the walls burst into flames, giving the women sight into the room.
Krestina followed her mentor into the middle of the rotunda where one book lied on its stoned pedestal.
Morganna flipped through the book, knowing exactly what she was looking for.
“There.” She said pointing to the page.
“Vampires? You must be joshing, right?”
“Not about this. You said the fog was unsettling?” She questioned as she slowly walked around the rotunda.
“Yes.”
“Did you sense familiarity with this man?”
“Yes, but what does this have to do with anything?”
“Vampires do exist. I have been on this earth for way to long and have experienced far too many things to fooling around with the notion of vampires.” She replied as she stopped pacing and walked right up to face Krestina.
“They are the only beings on this earth that can sense our heritage. You must take heed and be very cautious of these beings. They are the only ones who can destroy us. Do you understand?” She explained quietly as Krestina nodded.
“Good, then I suggest you read the book and take in as much knowledge as you can. One of them has not entered onto our property in over 75 years and now that one has, I’m not sure what will come of this.”
“How do you know he was a vampire?” Krestina asked quietly.
“You’ve always been so naïve.” Morganna sighed.
“The one thing I’ve learned and is the one thing that I’ve always been unable to teach you is to trust your instincts, Krestina. You and your brother are the last of our line.”
“Yes.” She replied cocking her head to the side as she closed the book and scooped it up into her arms.
“And you keep reminding me of that every day.” Krestina replied as she turned and walked away, leaving Morganna to herself.
As Krestina out of the damp stairwell, she walked past the stairwell to the upper floor and ended up in the living room, placing the book on the coffee table. She snapped her finger as the fire in the hearth exploded into a roaring fire. She pointed at it as she began to twirl her index finger. The flames started to twirl in a little dance as she smiled to herself, pleasing her.
After playing with the fire, she looked up at the clock over the hearth. 9:00pm, she knew that this would be yet another long night.
After he walked across the outstretched lawn, he came to the road where he parked his 2008 Harley Davidson Ghost Rider. Oddly enough, he noticed that that was where the fog had ended. It was like a blanket that wrapped around the property, yet not anywhere else after. He shook the eerie feeling off, slipped his helmet on, straddled the powerful machine, and roared off into the night.
Aidan Brouillette ended up 20 miles away at the tavern where he was staying, not sure, where his twin brother might have went to, at this point, he didn’t care. All he was concerned with was what was calling too him from inside the Victorian house he had left behind.
After parking his motorcycle, he went upstairs to his room where he took off his duster and threw it on the bed. He turned on the bathroom light when he noticed a figure standing behind him in the mirror.
“Did you figure it out yet, brother?”
“Figure what out, David?”
“The house.”
“Have you come here just to patronize me? Or is there some purpose to you being here?”
“My dear little brother. You don’t have a clue, do you?” David replied as he gently sat in a chair that was in a dark corner of the room.
“What are you getting at?” Aidan replied as he leaned up against the frame of the bathroom door and folded his arms.
“That house your so intrigued with is known to house the fire benders.”
Aidan cocked his eyebrow as he faintly remembered childhood stories being told to him of a family who were bestowed with a gift to bend fire. However, through the years, their powers evolved and with that evolution, certain family members were unable to control their abilities. Some became so crazed and out of control, what was to be their special gift ended up to be some of their demise.
“You remember now, brother?”
“Yes, but I thought that the stories were just childhood bedtime stories.”
“Our makers could not have thought of stories like that on their own. No offense to our elders, but their minds was too primitive.” David replied as he got up and was ready to leave.
“Where are you off too?”
“Back home to Connecticut and if I were you, I would stay as far away as you possibly can from that place. You don’t know what lurks behind those walls.”
“I’m a big boy; I think I can handle myself.” Aidan replied as he grabbed his duster and put it on. Before he could blink, David raised his hand up and placed it on his brother’s chest, stopping him from walking out.
“I don’t think you fully understand the situation.”
“I think I do. Don’t worry big brother, I won’t go out and do anything that will affect you or your perfect image. Now move out of my way! I’m going out for a bite to eat.” He replied as he slightly bore his fangs to David.
David knowing when and when not to push his brother, stepped aside and watched his twin walk away.
She stood 5 feet 9 inches. As she got dressed in her long black period dress, she looked herself over in the full-length mirror and knew something was missing. She grabbed the red corset from her closet and held it up to her, as she was pleased.
Krestina Jamison placed the corset on her bed when Morganna walked in.
“I could hear your mind screaming for me all the way across the house.” She replied as Krestina sat at her vanity. Her long red hair flowed down to the middle of her back as her dark brown eyes glistened back at her from the mirror.
Morganna picked up the hairbrush and began to weave Krestina’s hair into a tight braided bun on top of her head.
“Morganna, why are you so good to me?”
“Because that is what I was born and bred to do as well as the generations of my family before me. Besides, someone must watch over you, otherwise you might get yourself into trouble.”
Krestina smiled at the thought of this. As a child, she was never allowed to have friends, nor was she ever let off the property. Now being a 22-year-old adult, she thought things would have changed, but to the contrary, she now has a guardian-companion in Morganna, which was fine by Krestina because she adored her so.
Morganna looked nothing like Krestina. She was shorter, about 5 feet 4 inches, had long dark hair and mysterious light blue eyes that turned gray whenever something was wrong. Even though she was a lot shorter than Krestina, Morganna was slender, beautiful in her own way, and much older than she appeared on the outside, yet as young as ever on the inside.
Krestina remembered one night as a child, how her mother had thrown a small party. Every young man in the place wanted Morganna to dance with him, but her heart wasn’t looking for companionship or love. How she wished to have a man look upon her the way the men look at Morganna.
Her thoughts seem to drift as her companion finished her hair. She stood up, walked over to the wall and leaned up against it as Morganna tied the corset up her backside.
Two nights before, she was looking out the library window, wondering whom that strange young man was standing in her yard between the trees. He must have been brave to come through the fog at night just to wonder about the house she and her family before her has lived in.
“You must get him out of your mind. It will do you no good to keep thinking about him.” Morganna replied as Krestina scrunched her nose in frustration. Morganna always could read minds, but with Krestina it felt as though her companion intruded her thoughts more times than not.
“I’m not intruding. It’s my duty to see that you are on the right path in life.” She replied sarcastically as she finished tying the corset, and then turned to walk out of the room.
“Then tell me, oh wise one, what is my path? With my brother gone, what will my life bring me? I’m bored of being cooped up in this big house.”
“Right now, your path brings you a trip into town with me.” She responded with a smile.
As the two friends exited the natural botanical shop, they tried talking amongst themselves, but for Krestina, it was hard to ignore the stares that were coming from the town’s people. Her family has always been outcasts in this town, but she never faltered, never exposing her hurt. What anger she had, she kept inside and held onto it tightly, for that’s what made her stronger on the outside.
She always thought that maybe if she acted or dressed normal, maybe, just maybe, she would be accepted. She always threw that notion out of her mind for she always heard the wise words of her mother from deep down whisper to her, “To thyn own self be true”. Therefore, she held her head high and pranced around with Morganna is if nothing was wrong. To hell with them.
Just as they were reaching the end of the street, Morganna went into the candle store, leaving Krestina alone on the sidewalk. She looked to her left and stared at the Knights Tavern sign hanging over its doorway. It swung back and forth, but there was no wind. The longer she stared, the harder it swung. Back and forth back and forth. Just then, she felt something hit her on the back. She turned around to see a young woman about the age of 19 staring her down.
“What are you staring at, freak?!” She yelled as Krestina slowly looked down to realize the girl hit her with a small rock. Slowly, she bent down, picked it up and slipped it in her pocket.
Before the girl blinked, Krestina was nose to nose with her and had the girl’s shirt in her two hands. She was channeling her anger so fluently that the girl was barely on her tiptoes, just to try and stand when a hand reached out and touched her arm.
Breaking her concentration, the girl fell to the ground only to look at Krestina in fright. She got up and ran away as Krestina slowly looked to her left to see a dark and mysterious man stand before her.
As she looked down at his hand on her arm, she felt the familiarity in his touch. Her heart began to race, as she instantly knew that this was the stranger she had seen a few nights ago standing in the fog.
“You should take heed as to whom and where you show yourself too.”
“I don’t care who sees or know what I am. I have no need or interest in hiding myself.” She replied defensively as she shook his hand off her.
“Like your hair, you have fire in you. I like that in a girl.”
“Let me know when you see one.” Krestina replied as Morganna walked up to her, eyeing the mysterious man with long brown hair and dark blue eyes.
“You.” She replied quietly as her eyes narrowed.
“We have never met, yet you act as though we have.” He replied as she stared into his eyes.
“No. We have never met, but I have seen your eyes before.” Morganna replied as she looped her arm into Krestina’s and they turned to walk back home. He quickly grabbed Krestina’s other arm and turned her a bit as she protested and yanked her arm away.
“We will meet again, fire.”
“Only if I allow it.” She replied as she went on her way with her companion by her side.
Aidan quickly left the street and walked down the back alley of the tavern where his motorcycle was parked. He put his helmet on, straddled the bike and raced down the road. He had to know who she was. What was her name? He could sense her strength and it intrigued him even more to know that she denied him even one bit of intimacy during their conversation. Most women he meets are easily seduced by him, yet this one wasn’t. Her strength tingled at him and tugged at his loins. She was going to be a challenge, a game in which he was definitely up for.
“Who was he?”
“He was nobody, Kres.” Morganna replied as she emptied her sacks onto the kitchen counter.
“Don’t tell me nobody. You said you’ve seen his eyes before. What are you holding back?” She asked as she stared at Morganna from across the kitchen counter.
“If you must know…”
“I must.”
“Then come.” Her mentor replied as she filled a glass with wine and both of them sat down in the living room. Morganna snapped her finger and with that, the fire arose from the hearth.
“Sit, this will take a while.” And with that, Krestina sat across from her, stiff as a board, hands folded on her lap, always unable to relax.
“40 years ago, I was with your mother, I believe she was 10 at the time, however, her abilities were much like yours, yet your grandparents let her roam the grounds. They thought it was healthy for a child to be free as it chooses.” She took a sip of her wine and continued “One night, your mother Brittana was intrigued with the fog. Even though she was warned repeatedly, she still was eager to venture out into it. I tried to follow her, but the fog got so thick, all I could do was follow the sounds of her laughter. She eventually reached and crossed the roads into the wood and even though I didn’t want to follow that far, I knew I had no choice but to go in after her.” Morganna looked at the dying fire as Krestina watched her eyes. Krestina slowly raised her right hand as the fire rose and became more robust.
“Go on.” Krestina replied as placed her hands back on her lap as Morganna sighed.
“That’s the first time I had met my David. He was more monstrous then, it came to be that he was humming a volatile children’s tune in his mind and was relaying it to Brittana, whom was reading his thoughts in return. I could faintly hear it and that’s what made her cross the road in the first place. When I finally reached her, the poor creature just lay in his arms with a blank expression on her face, while he was ready to sink his fangs into her neck, ready to feed on her. For a brief moment, his eyes met mine and in that split second, he realized what he was doing. The shame and guilt was written on his face as he looked down at the precious little child he held in his arms. He placed your mother down under a tree and quickly approached me. He apologized, kissed my hand, and as my heart fluttered, I saw the man he truly was, beneath his red eyes and long fangs. Before I could blink, he was gone.”
“Just like that?” Krestina asked.
“Yes. Just like that.” She replied as she gulped the rest of her wine down.
“So when was the next time you seen this David?”
“20 years later, to the day. That was the night when Brittana gave birth to you and your brother. I was cradling you in my arms in the rocking chair as your mother fed your brother Andrew. That’s when I felt his presence again. Though he wouldn’t cross into the fog, I knew he was there and so I laid you down in your cradle and went to him, crossing the road once again into the wood. When I did find him, it was under the very same tree he had laid your mother under 20 years before. Though I carried the thought of him everywhere I went, he was much more handsome than I remembered. His eyes were light blue and his hair was dark as night. He stood above me so tall and his body so lean and muscular, he took my breath away.” She replied as she giggled to herself. ”The slightest touch sent feelings through my entire body like the waves of the ocean crashing against the surf. All I wanted him to do was to hold me, and he did just that.”
“I have carried you with me through the years.”
“I know. I was such a monster then, I was afraid to come back to face my demons.”
“You can’t help what you are. We all have a path in life.” Morganna replied as she looked up into his eyes, holding his hands in both hers.
“What is your name?” The stranger asked.
“Morganna Fairchild and you?”
“David Brouillette. I heard a baby cry.”
“The little girl you held 20 years ago has had twins tonight.” Morganna replied as he smiled.
“Who are you?” He asked.
“The correct question is what am I.” She responded sarcastically.
Krestina could tell that the memories of their second meeting were swarming in Morganna’s mind as her eyes filled with tears. Krestina knew this must have been something her companion kept deep down inside of her for a very long time. But, she needed to know who this sinister man was, even if it meant digging up old memories from her friend.
“That night, we walked through the wood conversating quietly amongst ourselves, he learning as much as I would tell him about me and vice versa.” Morganna said as Krestina cocked her eyebrow at her.
“There are something’s men just don’t need to know about our families. Especially if they can be as dangerous as David.”
“So what does this David have to do with the man from town?”
“Oh yes, him. Well, I believe he is David’s brother for they look identical except for David’s eyes are much lighter.” Morganna replied as she got up, ready to leave the room, when Krestina grabbed her by the arm.
“Why the different last names if they are brothers?”
“That I am not certain. I do know that one of them took on their adoptive father’s last name. Please, I am tired of this, no more questions.” Morganna replied as she slowly turned and walked out of the room and up the stairs.
That evening, the fog rolled in and surrounded the house quickly, just as it had done so for many generations before her.
Krestina sat in the library with her reading glasses on, studying the rest of the inserts from her family’s memoirs.
She found it fascinating how much of society had wrongly pinned their breed of existence. What surprised her was the truest of true, the only way one of their breed could die was to drill a stake into its heart. Like her family, through time, they too have evolved. Having to sleep in coffins, not being able to near crosses, and not being able to be out in sunlight were all a myth.
Her concentration suddenly broke as she heard someone whisper in her ear. She looked up from the book, but no one was around.
She heard it again, though this time it seemed to be resonating off the walls. She looked around but was unable to detect its source.
Though she was unable to make out the words, the whisper became louder and louder. Krestina arose from her chair and followed it out of the library. As she looked around, she traced it going down the stairs, down the hallway, but stopped as soon as she came face to face with the door that led down into the rotunda.
She placed her ear up to the door and listened as she heard the faint whisper once more. Krestina wanted to enter, as it seemed that the whisper was antagonizing her, but she knew there was only one person who held the keys and that person was upstairs in her bed, asleep.
She pounded her fist against the door in frustration. She knew she had to find out what was going on. Krestina always believed that things happened for a reason and that she must see what this was behind the door that was frustrating her so.
Krestina crept up the stairs, to left; she passed the library and ended up at the last door. She put her ear up against the door as she heard the faint sounds of Morganna sleeping.
She placed her right hand on the door and focused her energy from within. Slowly but quietly, she heard the faint click of the door unlock. She smiled contently at herself as she slipped into the room and stood in the darkest farthest corner of the bedroom.
Krestina stood there watching the rise and fall of Morganna’s chest as she slept peacefully on her bed. Just like the furniture in her room, the bed was a deep cherry oak with four spiral posts. The canopy’s fabric that hung was a lush deep red velvet with black embroidery and when the drawstrings were pulled, they fabric enclosed the entire bed.
Morganna turned in her sleep, exposing her right wrist and the two keys in which they hung from. The prize Krestina was so in need of.
Again, she closed her eyes, gathered her energy from within, lifts her right finger and pointed at the keys.
As she twirled her index finger, the ribbons in which the keys were tied onto slowly untied themselves and fell quietly onto the bed. She beckoned with her right hand and the two keys slowly picked themselves up and floated to her. Krestina put her right hand out as the keys gently placed themselves in her palm.
Pleased with her accomplishment, she placed them in the pocket of her long dark dress and exited the room. Morganna opened her eyes, smiled to herself as she watched Krestina leave her bedroom.
Krestina once more faced the door that led down into the damp stoned corridor. She pulled the ruby red key out from her pocket when a loud sound of a gong made her jump as it echoed through the house.
“Damn clock” She said softly as she placed the key into its lock and turned the key.
Once she entered and closed the door behind her, she started to hear the faint whispers once more as she walked down the damp stairwell.
Snapping her finger, the hall lit her path once more. The quicker her pace, the quicker the whispers became. Her heart raced faster and faster as she raced down the hallway and reached the door at the end. She pulled out the sapphire key from her pocket and slipped it into its lock. As she turned the key, it unlocked the door, and the whispers ceased.
Krestina opened the door and as she looked around the dark rotunda, she heard breathing echo throughout the room.
She stepped through and closed the door behind her, not wanting whatever was in here to escape without a confrontation.
She snapped her finger, again, the room lit her way and as she slowly walked the room, around and around the empty pedestal as the breathing became louder and louder.
She was enthralled by the phenomenon as it entered her mind, making her spin in a circle, round and round it twirled and twisted through her thoughts as her body reacted. Just as she thought she couldn’t spin no more, the breathing suddenly ceased as she fell to the floor.
Catching her breath, Krestina focused her eyes and realized that a piece of the stone flooring beneath her had shifted a bit.
Curiosity filled her as she removed the stone from its place. She reached into the hole with both her hands and pulled out a small object covered in an old dirty terrycloth material.
She removed the dirty material and laid the object before her on floor. She was unable to remove her eyes from jeweled box that was laid out before her. Krestina’s fingers started to fumble with themselves, as she was most anxious to open the box.
“Not now!” She heard a voice speak as Krestina lifted her head to see Morganna standing in the doorway.
“How did you…”
“Did you not think I did not feel you take my keys?”
“But…” Krestina began to say as Morganna held her hand up to quiet her.
“I knew this day would come, just not so soon.” Morganna replied as she seen the withered look on Krestina’s face.
“Wrap the box back up and carry it with you upstairs.” She stated bluntly, as Krestina followed her orders.
As the two women walked back through the house and up into the library, Morgan knew what occurred and could see the toll it took on her charge. Krestina was more tired looking and so Morganna took her to the back of the library. On the wall before them hung the portrait of Brittana, how beautiful her mother was, Krestina thought as the box in her hands seemed to grow heavier and heavier.
Morganna pushed the portrait aside, revealing a secret compartment that had a combination lock on it. Turning the lock this way and that way, it finally opened. Krestina placed the cloth-covered box into the compartment, as her fingers released the object; she felt a sudden weight off her shoulders.
After hiding the secret away, Morgan fixed the portrait to its normal position and turned around, only to see Krestina fall into one of the leather chairs in the library.
“Come. You have had a long day. You must regain your strength.” She said as she helped Krestina off the chair. Once exiting the library, they took a left, went past the stairwell and ended up at door at the end of the hallway.
Morganna helped Krestina undress, fixed the blankets on her bed, and helped her climb in. She went into the parlor adjacent to the bedroom and brought back a glass of water.
As Krestina drank, Morgan looked around the room and thought it was funny how almost identical it was to her own. The only exception was that all the fabric in the room was a deep velvet purple as to where her own was a deep velvet red.
“What just happened?” She asked as she closed her eyes.
“When you wake, I will give you the answers you seek.” She said as she placed the glass back in the parlor and left the room.
Sleep washed over her within minutes. That’s when the dreams came. Dreams of a strange place, yet time seemed to stand still here. Forest surrounded her as she sensed someone near, someone in need of help.
She ran as fast as she could as the cries for help lessened and the voice became faint.
Krestina slowed her pace and came to a complete halt as she noticed a dark figure bent over another person, whom was lying lifeless on the ground.
The being looked up at her as she quickly hid behind a tree, hoping that whatever it was didn’t see her. What was she afraid of? This was her dream and she knew she could control what she wanted in this state of mind.
She came out of her hiding spot when she came face to face with what was on the ground.
His dark hair hung over his face as his eyes glowed red. His body was heaving in a quick rhythmic pace as the blood ran down his chin and onto his neck.
“What are you doing here?” He asked in a low growl.
“You?!” Krestina replied as she felt his heart beat slow down.
“You shouldn’t see me like this, fire.” He replied as he turned away.
“Why? Because you’re afraid that you’re a monster and I might scare away from the sight of you? Well, I don’t scare easily.” She replied as he quickly grabbed her and threw her up against a large tree trunk. Before she could blink, he had her pinned and was breathing monstrously down her covered neck.
He suddenly grabbed the garment that covered her neck and tore it away with his teeth. It aroused him to know that he had this woman in his grasp. She brought her knee up and as his groin area began to ache, he released his grip.
Krestina took full advantage of his weakness as she pointed her right index finger at him and began to twirl it around and around.
Aidan flipped upside down and began to turn uncontrollably. Faster and faster, he spun in the air, upside down, until he broke free from her mental grasp and flew at her, this time, pinning her down on the ground on top of leaves and brush.
He bore his teeth at her and hissed as he spread her legs apart with his own.
“I will have you now. Then, I will take your blood later, fire.” He replied as she tried not to struggle. She gathered her strength from within, feeling it rise from within her; the power exploded outward and sent Aidan into the air, landing on his backside.
“Silly vampire, you have no idea who you are dealing with. Next time, I suggest you take on a girl that is a match to your own strength instead of going after a woman who is obviously more powerful than you.” Krestina replied sarcastically as she turned and walked away.
As she walked out of the forest, the scenery suddenly changed. She was instantly at an old burial ground where tall ruins stood.
The intensity brought her to her knees as the familiar whispering entered her mind. Not knowing what to do, she wanted to get up and run back the way she had come, but she knew in her heart that this was where she needed to be.
She suddenly felt strong hands on her arms lift her up and as their eyes met, she smiled a bit.
“Do you hear it too?” She asked as the whispers started to fade.
“I’ve always heard it. Though I never knew what it was. Now I know you’re a piece of the puzzle.” He replied softly as he wrapped his arms around her.
It seemed as though the tighter he held her, the faster the whispers dissipated. They both stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed to be an eternity. The feeling of vulnerability was a feeling Krestina wasn’t used to, and as she started to melt into Aidan, she quickly pulled herself away and stared him down.
“You must be hungry.” She heard a familiar voice say to her as she opened her eyes.
“What?”
“Come. I’ll make you something to eat.” Morganna replied as she pulled the blankets off Krestina.
“What time is it?”
“The correct question is what day is it. You have been asleep for 3 days.”
“It doesn’t seem so.” She said as the two walked down the stairs and to the right, they entered the kitchen.
Right away, Krestina took an apple off the counter, sat on a stool and bit into it. As she chewed, she rubbed her eyes and placed her head on her arm that was on the marble island counter top.
The smell of eggs and corned beef hash suddenly tickled her senses as Morganna began to hum to herself. She knew that this was Krestina’s favorite meal and that she would eat every bite. She took a vile from the cabinet and poured a few drops into the hash, mixing it thoroughly.
“You must tell me about your dreams.”
“I only had one, as odd as it was.”
“No doubt Aidan was apart of it.” Morganna replied as she plated the food and placed it in front of her charge.
She threw what was left of the apple away and heartily ate her meal as she explained her dream in full.
“What did these ruins look like?”
“Morganna, you know me. I can’t remember my dreams as well as you.”
“Try.” She replied as she walked behind Krestina and started to gingerly run her fingers through her long dark red locks of hair. These made her stop eating and relax as she closed her eyes and tried to focus.
“Almost like the Mayan ruins, only this place was dry. Almost like a desert, not heavily populated with forest. Once more, the whispering attacked my mind and the pain was so intense, it brought me to my knees.” She said as she began to feel Morganna move her hands from the scalp to over her temples.
“I felt hands on my arms, lifting me up. He was there. He held me and the tighter the hold, the less the whispered emanated from my mind.” She finished as Morganna stopped her influence.
“Vulnerability can be seen as a virtue, not a weakness.”
“I didn’t like feeling.” Krestina replied as she placed the plate in the sink and began to wash it.
“I realize it’s a feeling you’re not used to, but eventually, every man and woman shows this side of them. It’s human nature to let down their guard to be wanted by the opposite sex.”
“How dare you insinuate that I want him? We barely spoke to each other!” She said loudly as she shut the water off and left the kitchen, only to have Morganna follow her and grab her by the arm to stop her.
“Child, speaking to a man doesn’t matter. The heart knows what it wants at first sight.” She replied as Krestina scrunched her nose in disgust.
After she dressed, the two women met on the small back terrace where water flowed from a large fountain.
Morganna placed Krestina’s family book onto the table in front of them.
“It’s so peaceful here during the day. Its hard to imagine what happens at night.” Krestina replied as she looked around, only to have her eyes stop and focus on her mentor.
“Why in my dream was Aidan so volatile but in a split second, he was so gentile?”
“It was to show you what he truly is. The one thing you must be leery of for the beast can show himself when you most least expect it. Though it is frightening…”
“He didn’t scare me. I can handle myself.” Krestina said interrupting.
“That may or may not be true. In dream state, you can control what you will, however, this being is real and you can’t control him in natural state the way you did in your dream.”
“Why is he here? Why does he bother me so?” Krestina asked as Morganna cocked her eyebrow up at her.
“He is your travel companion.”
“My what? I thought you said he could be my family’s demise?”
“He can. The both of you have a purpose; you and he will be traveling to Egypt in two days time with the box in hand.”
“No! That thing, whatever it may be makes my mind spin. I don’t like it nor do I want anything to do with it!” She yelled.
“That is why he is to go with you. He is your center. He keeps your mind focused when you are around the box and only you can retrieve what it calls out for.” Morganna replied as she looked into her charge’s worried eyes.
“I don’t like being around him. He irritates me so.” Krestina replied in a whisper as Morganna smiled.
Just then, the two women looked up as they heard a vehicle in the distance, which was unusual for no one ever dared to travel their road.
As Aidan got off the Harley, he took off his helmet and tied in down onto the back of the bike.
Walking up from the road that was behind the house, he knew it would take him a while to get across the large spread of green lawn, but for a vampire, it only took seconds to where he now stood in front of the two women.
“I see you’re a man that keeps time well.” Morganna replied as he nodded.
“You invited him here?” She asked as she stood and faced him.
“I told you we would meet again, fire.” He said softly as he looked her over. Her red locks were styled in its normal fashion, a braided bun high on her head. Her long black period dress with dark purple lining ran to the floor, high up her neck, and long sleeves that ran almost onto her hands.
“You have no right or need to be here.” She replied as she poked him in the chest with her index finger.
“A vampire has the right to be in any place that he is invited too. As for the need, well your friend Morganna here believes there is a need.” He said as he looked over at her.
“You two must put your differences aside if you are to get along.”
“He is insufferable. How can anyone get along with him?” Krestina replied as she sat back down only to have Aidan pull up a chair, right next to her and sit.
“Why must you sit so close?”
“Does it bother you?”
“Yes. You’re invading my personal space.”
“Good.” He replied as his eyes narrowed.
“You two must stop this! We only have a couple of days, and then you must leave this place together!”
“You’re not coming?” Krestina asked as the shock washed over her face.
“I’m not sure of my purpose yet.” She said quietly and sighed. “Aidan, let me formally welcome you to Magnolia House. Krestina Jamison you know Aidan Brouillette, Aidan, this is Krestina.” She replied as Aidan took Krestina’s hand and kissed it gently.
“Nice to finally know your name, fire.” He replied as he looked at her devilishly.
“Ugh!” Krestina sounded as she quickly snatched her hand from Aidan’s grasp.
As Morganna began to speak, Aidan couldn’t help but notice Krestina next to him. Her scent was intoxicating and he wanted nothing more than to take her, yet he knew this woman was not like all the others, he had to be delicate with this one.
He noticed her posture, sitting there at attention, with her hands folded in her lap she was defiant yet it showed anyone that she was in control and no one was going to take that away from her. A challenge he was so ready and wanting to take.
Morganna didn’t need to read his mind to know what Aidan was thinking. But slowly, she was getting upset at his lack of discipline in the art of listening.
“Do you understand what I just said, Mr. Brouillette?”
“What?” He asked as he looked over at Morganna.
“You must focus, Mr. Brouillette. It is important that you take in everything that I’m saying, for I don’t know if I will be able to travel with the two of you.” She said as Aidan nodded to her.
“Now, as I was explaining, the beginning of Jamison family history, it was said that a peddler came into town one day trying to sell his trinkets. The towns people knew of this man for there was story about him being a gypsy, placing curses on people that did him wrong. None of the them wanted that sort of trouble, so they cast him out of town. Being weary from the road, he had no money to eat, no place to lay his head until he came upon a dirt road that was never traveled on. A forest was to the right and large opened land with the right. That evening, he found a spot up against a large tree in the wood and laid his head to rest. When he awoke the next morning, he found his horse being fed, a blanket across his lap, a fire roaring with food cooking in the pot. He wondered who would give him such generosity. Looking around, he noticed a stranger walking out of the wood. He ran to him just to stop and thank him.”
“What an extraordinary thing to do for someone you don’t know.”
“I show kindness the way it was shown to me, peddler.”
“Then let me show you kindness in return.”
“The peddler walked back to his cart of trinkets and pulled out a jeweled encrusted box. He took a piece of terry cloth and wrapped it up gingerly and handed it to the stranger.”
“Before I give you this gift, I must know your name.”
“Jamison. Henry Jamison.”
“He replied as the peddler handed him the wrapped box.”
“You must build yourself a house; carefully place it in its foundation. You and your family will be blessed with good fortune for the rest of it’s generations to come. Though I must warn you, there is a second piece to this box. When it comes to be, the last of your line will need to find it.”
“Where is the second piece?”
“That I do not know. The box will call to your future ancestor. As did the first piece, the second piece will as well. The only way to soothe the cries is to unite the two and place it back where it’s born. She will be of great strength and so the task will be hers.”
“I don’t want to burden anyone, let alone any of my ancestors.”
“You hold it in your hands. The gift is now yours. To give it back would only curse of grief and misery for you and your future family.”
“And with that, Henry nodded and turned to walk away. But he realized he hadn’t thanked the peddler, as he turned to do so, the peddler, his horse, and cart of trinkets had disappeared.”
“Talk about a heritage.” Aidan said as Krestina gave him a vicious look.
“Yours doesn’t seem so better.”
“Touché.” He said with a nod.
“Now, you two must pack supplies for Egypt, for that is where you will be traveling and I suggest you two take some time to get to know each others abilities as well”
“Egypt? I’ve been there plenty of times and it’s a place I’d rather not be.”
“What’s the matter Aidany? Does the heat bother you?”
“It’s not the heat.” He replied through his gritting teeth.
“Or is it your afraid your pretty hair might frizz?” Krestina said sarcastically as she twirled her right index finger, making some of his hair stand up.
He was so angered, he stood. His movements were so quick; he knocked the chair over and was at his motorcycle putting his helmet on.
“Mr. Brouillette!” He heard the voice in his head speak.
“What?”
“Please come back.”
“Not with her, Morganna. I would rather drink blood from a thousand rats then to be anywhere near her.”
“I will speak with her…Please.” She begged as he sighed.
“I will do it. But only because of my brother.”
“Thank you.” She whispered back.
That night, the three ate in silence. Krestina twirled the pasta around on her plate as she made little circles in the air with her right index finger.
“That’s a cute little trick you can play, fire.”
“My name is not fire, so I suggest you stop calling me that.” She replied as he got up from the table.
“Where are you going?”
“Keep playing with your food little girl, where I go is none of your concern.” He responded as he left.
“Why does he feel as though he is better than me?”
“He’s not. This kind of food does not suppress his appetite when he yearns for blood. You must give him his space.”
“I think he needs more than space.”
“You need to stop being so harsh towards Aidan.” Morgan said as she got up and cleared the plates.
“Being in an alliance with him is your best chance of survival.”
“You make him a double standard. In one breath you say he’s my demise, yet in another, he is my hope.”
“Yes, I know. Listen…” She began to say as she sat down again.
“If you are not careful with him, he could kill you. If you fall in love with him, your family line ends with you. You can never have children by him.”
“First off, I’m not sure he could kill me.”
“Always so cocky about your own abilities as usual.” Morganna replied.
“Second, I don’t think I will fall in love with him, let alone try and have him sire one of my children. You see how he pesters me so.”
“And you in return. There is nothing more powerful on this earth than a love-hate relationship. They say that foreplay is the best medicine for love.”
“Foreplay? I can’t believe you just said that!” Krestina replied as she left the kitchen.
“Though you didn’t deny it.” Morganna whispered to herself with a smile as she watched her charge leave.
Later that evening, Krestina ended up in the library, reading more of her ancestry, when she heard a scuffle in the corner.
“If you’re going stalk me, best come out of your hiding place and show yourself instead of hiding in the shadows.” She replied not looking up from the book in your lap.
“I think it would please you so if you had a stalker.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I would kill him before he had a chance to get close enough to even think of harming me.”
Aidan sat down across from her at the table. He noticed her long dark purple robe tied tightly around her, but her neck was exposed, the first glance at something so precious and seductive to him and yet what seemed to be so unattainable.
“What are you staring at?” She asked, still not giving him the satisfaction of looking at him.
“You. It’s nice to see you, how shall I say, relaxed?” This made her look up at him.
“I am always relaxed. It’s just you bother me so.”
“So I make you tense?” He asked sarcastically as he got up and walked over to the window. Krestina snickered in frustration as he remembered the week before how he stood outside the property against the three trees, surrounded by the fog, wondering why the house he was staring at intrigued him so.
“So where is this box of yours?”
“Put away and silenced. You need not concern yourself with it.” She replied going back to her reading.
“Why the fog?” He asked as he closed the curtain and sat back down across from her.
“The fog has always been with the Jamison family.” Morganna interrupted as she came into the room and sat with them at the long table.
“I thought you went to bed?”
“I couldn’t sleep. It seems to be that your minds are very loud. Not only do you two bicker with tongues, but in minds as well.” She replied as she took the book from Morganna’s hands.
“Once Henry Jamison looked around at where he was, he realized that the land in front of eyes would suit him best. So, he built his beautiful Victorian house, doing exactly what was instructed of him. He built the foundation and created the rotunda room deep down below the earth, once the box was secure, he built the rest of his beautiful house. It is said that over the first night, wondrous things started to immediately happen. In all, Henry had the ability to read minds, bend fire, and move objects with his index finger on his dominant hand.” Morganna explained as this made Aidan look at Krestina.
“Fire benders.” He said quietly as Morganna nodded.
“So where do you fit in?” He asked.
“My ancestors were bought as slaves but, when we were brought to the house, we took an oath with the Jamison family. We were to be free people, but live on the estate, learn from the Jamison’s and pass down the knowledge from one generation to the next, always there as a guardian to their children. The box was only intended for one family under one roof. Now two families resided in this one dwelling and the Jamison’s had no idea that the Fairchild family would be able to experience some of these abilities. Any female born into the Jamison clan experienced their abilities at the age of 15, while the males were much younger at the age of 12. With the Fairchild’s it is much different. Over the years, we had to study our chosen art, whichever ones we so choose, but with living under the same roof, came the longevity of life. Almost a fountain of youth if you will.”
“And the fog?” Aidan questioned.
“The fog came the first night the house was completed. It surrounds the house as well as its grounds. It’s said to protect both of the two families and their secrets. Anyone caught trying to trespass on the grounds at night instantly starts to choke from lack of air. It’s as if a hand comes out and grips their throat so tightly they are unable to move from the position in which the fog takes hold and once their heart stops beating, their body will fall to the ground, only then will the fog release itself from that person. The only fact that worries me so is no one knows what will happen once the strength of the family finally leaves the grounds.”
“You don’t know either, Morganna?”
“Not even me.”
“Then tell me, wise one. Not only me, but my brother as well were allowed onto the grounds that night. Why are we not dead?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because you are not truly human or maybe it’s because you destined to be a small part in Krestina’s journey.” She said questioningly.
“And what about my brother? Where does he fit in?”
“I do not wish to discuss that matter.”
“Well, whatever it is about you; has always had him enthralled.”
“I know.” She replied and sighed. “Every day I hear his thoughts and wonderments. But, it is for the best that it stays this way.” She replied as she stood up and left the room but not before turning to the both of them.
“You two have a long day ahead of you; I suggest you get some rest while you still are able to.”
With that, she went to bed, leaving Krestina staring at Aidan who was once again standing at the window looking out.
“Come. I will show you were you will sleep.” She replied, as she was ready to exit the library.
It was a small room next to her own bedroom. It wasn’t lavishly furnished as her and Morganna’s but it had a queen size bed and some furniture in it.
“And a bathroom?”
“Back down the hall, next to Morganna’s room. I apologize for the meager accommodations, but we are not used to having guests. The Jamison family has always been small and their wasn’t any reason to build many rooms. In fact, the library used to be my brothers room, but like all the other men in this family, he too left and so appeared the library.”
“So, it’s not just you who run men off. It’s in the family bloodlines.” He replied sarcastically as she looked up at him in disgust.
“Sleep well.” She responded as she exited the room.
Once Aidan knew Krestina was in her own room, he slipped out of his own to use the bathroom when his curiosity got the best of him.
He snuck over to her door, bent down, and peered into the keyhole. He watched her slip off her robe, only to expose the long dark purple satin nightgown in which she so heavily guarded with the robe.
Krestina turned around as he saw the plunging neckline expose her soft skin. She let her hair down, sat at her vanity and began to brush her long red locks.
Aidan’s heart began to race as some of the hair exposed her neck, his loins began to ache and the want to have her became intense.
“Go to bed, Mr. Brouillette!” He heard a voice almost yell in his mind as he stood up quickly and within a split second was in the bathroom.
He faced the mirror and though his reflection was faint, he could make out the redness in his eyes. He tried slowing down the pace of his heartbeat, but the more he thought about her, the more he wanted to feed from her.
Aidan’s movements were so quick and soundless that no one heard the nocturnal being exit the house. The only sound Krestina heard was the faint sound of a motorcycle racing away from the estate.
It was three in the morning as he entered the tavern. He looked around the room as a grotesque overweight female caught his eye.
He walked over to her and as she smiled, he noticed that her long ratty hair and the front top teeth were that were non-existent and decayed with blackness. This one was perfect, nothing he would consider being attached too, let alone snack on. But tonight he needed something more and didn’t care where it came from.
As he sat down, the smell emanated from her, as he knew she mustn’t bathed in a week. Her clothes were tattered as she lit a cigarette and began to speak.
“Hi.” She said in her raspy female voice. All he had to do was put a finger to her lips to quiet her. He looked deep into her eyes and with that, the cigarette fell from her hands, she soon followed him out of the side door of the tavern and down the darkened alley.
His back faced her as she wondered what was going on, yet she didn’t question it for this man was tall and very sexy. A man like this had never entered into her life and it excited her feel that a man like this was attracted to her and wanted her.
Before she could blink, he spun around and was on her neck in an instant. Her large overweight body was so heavy; he could barely hold her up to get his meal. He brought her body to the ground and finished sucking the life out of his unsuspecting victim.
Once her heartbeat was no more, he threw her lifeless body down and looked up at the moon. Aidan’s heartbeat raced with excitement as his chest rose and fell. The hunt never felt so good to him.
His eyes glowed red and as the blood dripped from his fangs and ran down his neck, he felt contempt. He left the body there, walked out of the alley, straddled his bike, and drove away, never looking back.
As the sun rose, Krestina arose from bed and went into the parlor. She turned the hot water on the shower when she decided to take a bath instead.
She knew how to relax. She didn’t need some pompous immortal walking around telling people how uptight she was.
Slipping into the hot water, she fidgeted with soap a bit before it stopped slipping through her fingers. She quickly washed her hair and was ready to get out when she heard a quiet knock on the door.
“Yes, Morganna?”
“Your thoughts are very loud this morning, child. Is everything ok?”
“Fine.”
“And you’re bathing?”
“Trying too.”
“How peculiar.” She replied in a meek voice. “Breakfast will be ready in the kitchen.”
“Thank you.” Krestina said as she rolled her eyes. She was edgy and couldn’t relax so she got out, wrapped a towel around her, and went to find an outfit.
She looked through her closet and held out one of her normal garb. Thinking that this wouldn’t do, she hung it back up. Krestina rummaged further into her closet and pulled out a long dark blue velvet dress that ran to the floor, the sleeves long, though the neck was a low square cut that accented her breasts.
After she dressed, she sat at her vanity and started place her hair in its normal setting, when she took out in frustration.
She brushed it out again and twirled her finger as her hair on the sides pulled itself up and braided itself down the back. She pointed to the brush as it lifted itself and brushed the hair that remained hanging freely. Krestina was pleased as she looked at herself in the mirror.
“I am not uptight,” She said softly to herself as she got up and went down to the kitchen.
“I was beginning to wonder what had happened to you.” Morganna replied, not looking up from the food that was cooking in the pan on the stove.
“Nothing happened; I just had a little trouble dressing.” She said as Morganna plated the eggs.
“Yes, I’ve noticed.” She said quietly as she placed a slice of toast and some melon onto the three plates and brought them to the table.
“So, where is our guest of honor?” Krestina asked as she started to eat.
“Somebody call?” A male voice whispered behind her as it made her jump. He entered into the kitchen so quickly, no one seen him come in.
“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” She yelled as he sat down across from her. He laughed quietly to himself as he looked down at the plate in front of him.
“Where did you venture off to last night?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your concern.”
“It is when you are living in my family’s house.” Krestina replied as he looked up from his plate in anger.
“I didn’t ask to stay here.” He replied lowly as he gritted his teeth.
“Children, please!” Morganna yelled as she cleared her plate. “There is much to be done today and I’m not apt to playing babysitter any longer.”
Krestina looked back down at her plate and thought an apology as Morganna smiled and nodded.
His temper seemed to calm as he finally noticed the way she was dressed. His Aidan’s heart began to race as his eyes traced that fabric that exposed her skin from the top of her neck, down to her breasts. The rise and fall of her chest as she breathed was enticing as he tried to control his thoughts.
Aidan felt Morganna’s eyes on him and knew all to well that she was reading his thoughts, yet at that moment, it didn’t matter.
He took control of his inner demon as he looked away, got up, and brought his plate to the sink.
“Nice to see your finally trying to loosen up.”
“I’m not loosening up.” She said sternly as she followed him over to the sink.
“So you admit you’re uptight?”
“I’m not uptight!” She yelled as she pointed her finger at him, shoved him up against the far wall, and walked out to the living room in anger.
Aidan just smiled as Morganna looked at him in frustration.
“Did I say something offensive?”
“You know exactly what you said, Mr. Brouillette. If I were you, I suggest you go apologize, then maybe offer her a morning walk on the grounds to better know each other.” He nodded in response and walked off.
As the fire in the hearth diminished, she felt his presence coming near. She could smell him in the air and she wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through his long dark hair, throw him down, and take what she’s been wanting. But, Krestina knew that it was impossible to have her way. She had to keep her distance at all costs.
She pointed at the fire and with the twirl of her finger, it began to rise.
“That’s a cute parlor trick you have.”
“It’s not a parlor trick, but thanks.”
“What do you say we call a truce?” He asked as he sat in the chair across from the couch.
“I will do it, only for Morganna’s sake. She seems to feel as though I need you.”
“And you?” He questioned as he folded his hands in front of him. “What do you feel?” He asked as she looked at him.
She knew what she felt, but knew she wouldn’t subject herself into letting him know.
“I don’t feel anything. I do what I am asked to do by Morganna. She is guardian and as generations have done before me, I too shall do as my guardian asks of me.”
“Woman! Why do you have to be so difficult?” He asked as his voice rose.
“Because I have to.” She said as she glared at him hard. He nodded in response as he stood up.
“Well, your guardian suggests we take a walk around the grounds.” He said quietly as he extended his arm. Krestina rose from her seat and walked out of the house, not accepting his invited arm, as Aidan followed.
Morganna watched the two from the library window. Her charge, ever so strong willed, did not falter once. She knew in her heart that Aidan was to be apart of her charge’s journey, but what frightened her was the thought of the box leaving the estate. Neither she nor any of her ancestors before her had known what might happen and this terrified her, for her path was not laid out before her as it always had been. Outside, she was young, beautiful, and energetic. Inside, she was an old decrepit woman, a woman she did not want herself, or anyone to see.
“So, you’re a mind reader? And are you able to communicate as well?”
“Yes, your guardian seems to like to yell at me all the time.” Aidan replied as Krestina smiled.
“That’s Morganna. She sometimes reads mine, though at the most inconvenient times.”
“And it’s not an intrusion?”
“Sometimes, but more times than naught, it can be a blessing in disguise.” She replied as they stopped at the three trees she spotted Aidan standing against that night only a week and a half before.
“Are you ready for what’s to come?” He asked quietly.
“I know not what is coming, for how can I be ready?” She replied as she stared at him.
“All I do know is that I don’t like the way that box makes me feel. It calls to me and gets into my mind as though it echo’s off every fiber of my being.”
“Why me?”
“Morganna seems to think you are needed because of the dream I had some time ago. In the end, whatever was at these ruins called to me, just like its counter part. The only thing that made the calling’s cry not take a hold of me was…” She stopped as she noticed the intense stare he was giving her. Krestina knew she had to tell him, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that it was he who she needed and wanted.
“Was what?”
“If I tell you, you must promise not to gloat about it.” Krestina said as she pointed her finger at his chest.
“First off, do not point that thing at me again. With you, that thing can be dangerous. Second, I promise. You obviously need resolution in what haunts you and if that means taming my anger, then so be it.”
“Fine.” She sighed. “You were in my dream. The only thing that stopped it was you. You picked me up and held me so tight. Your arms, the strength in you, didn’t make it go completely away, but it soothed the calling so that my body was able to function again.”
He cocked his eyebrow up at this as the possibilities swarmed his mind. Krestina could see that he was deep in thought so she started to walk again, this time, to the road that led behind the house. Aidan soon caught up, but kept silent as he understood that this woman was known for her strength and letting down her guard to him, must of made her feel vulnerable, a feeling she wasn’t used too.
“Is playing with fire and manipulating objects your only ability?”
“Fortunately, yes.”
“And is mind reading yours?”
“Yes, though being what I am, we are able to move about quickly. So quick, sometimes even the naked eye would miss our movement.”
“What about your brother?” Krestina asked bluntly.
“David? What about?”
“Morganna is reluctant to speak his name. Does David act in the same manner?”
“Yes. Though once and a while, his thoughts reach mine and I know he yearns for her as she does him.”
“Someday I would hope to meet the man that enthralls my mentor so.”
“One day, when the timing is right, you just may.” He replied as they started to walk back to the house.
“One thing I don’t understand.”
“Go on.” Krestina replied as he stopped her and
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his lips were taunt and menacing, and his eyes glared red in the darkness. Evil was near, something even more deadly then himself lurked behind that sliding glass door before him, he just wished he knew what it was.
this is what first caught my intrest to be honest. I here evil adn darkness and I’m like oooh.
so what had him out, on a dark and dreary night, staring up at the old Victorian home before him?
you don’t need a comma between out and on.
She replied as she gently closed the curtain.
Krestina slowly looked around the room they were in. The library was not impressive like others she has seen but it was modest to say the least. Her eyes settled on Morganna who was leaving the room.
I’m going to be honest with you… I don’t like this part, the flow is all wrong.
sconces
Do you mean like torches or something like that?
As they reached the end of the tunnel, Morganna then pulled out another skeleton key from under her sleeve, blue as sapphire. As she placed the key into its lock, the door opened. As she looked around the room, again, the sconces on the walls burst into flames, giving the women sight into the room.
Krestina followed her mentor into the middle of the rotunda where
Okay, to many as. As is one of the words you want to avoid useign the most, along with then and suddenly.
experienced far too many things to fooling around with the notion of vampires.”
I think you mean: “too many things to fool around with…”
“The one thing I’ve learned and is the one thing that I’ve always been unable to teach
Take out the is.
As Krestina out of the damp stairwell, she walked past the stairwell to the upper floor and ended up in the living room,
What? I have no idea what you are saying.
with Morganna is if nothing was wrong
as if, not is if.
It was good, but you seem to use as, is and was a bit to much. soem of them are good where they are, and you can’t move them, but alot can and it will help your flow adn story sound better.
sorry i can’t give more.
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