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Claire might be using the story in order to scare her into submission.
At first she didn’t notice the subtle change in the atmosphere.
Noisy thoughts were like that. The chaos inside her head had a habit of blocking the outside world, and sometimes it happened at the most unfortunate moments, like that moment.
By the time she realized something was wrong, they were already blocking her path.
There were three of them, two men and a woman. In the first seconds of the confrontation, she mistook them for common street riffraff. They’d likely found their way into the District, and were now out to cause mischief.
But something wasn’t right.
She didn’t have a lot of experience with the streets, but she did have an ounce or two of common sense.
They didn’t look as if they belonged on the streets.
The men were dressed in fine evening attire, and though it was difficult to make out details beneath the woman’s velvet cloak, it appeared as if her red silk gown could have rivaled any she’d seen at Magnolia Hall.
There was something exceptionally beautiful about the men, and the woman. Her huge dark eyes and the locks of black hair escaping her hood were in startling contrast to her pale complexion.
Like the woman, there was something about the men that drew her in. The one that really captured her attention had the most enchanting pair of blue eyes. They almost seemed to emit a strange - ghostly light.
His black top hat was drastically out of place, a relic of several decades ago.
Removing his hat, he bent forward in a mock bow. “Good evening dear witch!”
Laurel’s lips parted in surprise.
They knew!
Though the man was smiling, there was something dangerous in his smile.
“Out for a stroll, are you?” he asked, putting his hat back on his head.
This was the beginning of a cat and mouse game, and something told her it was a game she’d better avoid at all costs.
“Pardon me, but you are blocking my way,” she said in a steady voice that betrayed nothing of what she was feeling.
“Is that so?” He laughed.
“You are so sweet. I imagine that you’ll taste sweet too.”
As his voice died away, his fangs sprang forth.
There was no time to think or to indulge in the fear gouging at her insides. Instinctively, she held up one hand and focused on pulling the earth’s power through her body until a greenish black energy enveloped her and shot forward.
Taken off guard, the vampires were knocked off their feet.
With the element of surprise on her side, she had time to turn and run in the opposite direction, toward the cemetery.
Laurel was under no illusion that she would actually be able to outrun vampires, but she had no other option but to try. Stealing a glance over her shoulder, she saw that they were on their feet and moving toward her.
But they weren’t running, or even walking fast.
Of course they wouldn’t be running after her. They knew they could subdue her whenever they chose. They were vampires.
Vampires!
How could that be?
The question would linger in her mind unanswered, at least for the time being. At the moment she had more important things to worry about, like how she would live through the night.
She managed to make it to the courtyard of Magnolia Hall, but when she tried the gate, it wouldn’t budge.
There was no time to try and get it open, or to find another way in. She had to run.
By the time she made it to the main entrance of the cemetery, she was out of breath. She had to find a place to hide until she could bring her breathing under control.
The vampires weren’t far behind her. She could hear their laughter and nasty remarks. With the fog being so thick, hiding shouldn’t be too difficult, except she wasn’t even sure one could hide from vampires.
According to myth, a vampire’s senses were superior to a human’s. But it wasn’t as if she had any alternative. If she didn’t stop long enough to catch her breath, they’d catch her for sure.
Weaving
At first she didn’t notice the subtle change in the atmosphere.
Noisy thoughts were like that. The chaos inside her head had a habit of blocking the outside world, and sometimes it happened at the most unfortunate moments, like that moment.
By the time she realized something was wrong, they were already blocking her path.
There were three of them, two men and a woman. In the first seconds of the confrontation, she mistook them for common street riffraff. They’d likely found their way into the District, and were now out to cause mischief.
But something wasn’t right.
She didn’t have a lot of experience with the streets, but she did have an ounce or two of common sense.
They didn’t look as if they belonged on the streets.
The men were dressed in fine evening attire, and though it was difficult to make out details beneath the woman’s velvet cloak, it appeared as if her red silk gown could have rivaled any she’d seen at Magnolia Hall.
There was something exceptionally beautiful about the men, and the woman. Her huge dark eyes and the locks of black hair escaping her hood were in startling contrast to her pale complexion.
Like the woman, there was something about the men that drew her in. The one that really captured her attention had the most enchanting pair of blue eyes. They almost seemed to emit a strange - ghostly light.
His black top hat was drastically out of place, a relic of several decades ago.
Removing his hat, he bent forward in a mock bow. “Good evening dear witch!”
Laurel’s lips parted in surprise.
They knew!
Though the man was smiling, there was something dangerous in his smile.
“Out for a stroll, are you?” he asked, putting his hat back on his head.
This was the beginning of a cat and mouse game, and something told her it was a game she’d better avoid at all costs.
“Pardon me, but you are blocking my way,” she said in a steady voice that betrayed nothing of what she was feeling.
“Is that so?” He laughed.
“You are so sweet. I imagine that you’ll taste sweet too.”
As his voice died away, his fangs sprang forth.
There was no time to think or to indulge in the fear gouging at her insides. Instinctively, she held up one hand and focused on pulling the earth’s power through her body until a greenish black energy enveloped her and shot forward.
Taken off guard, the vampires were knocked off their feet.
With the element of surprise on her side, she had time to turn and run in the opposite direction, toward the cemetery.
Laurel was under no illusion that she would actually be able to outrun vampires, but she had no other option but to try. Stealing a glance over her shoulder, she saw that they were on their feet and moving toward her.
But they weren’t running, or even walking fast.
Of course they wouldn’t be running after her. They knew they could subdue her whenever they chose. They were vampires.
Vampires!
How could that be?
The question would linger in her mind unanswered, at least for the time being. At the moment she had more important things to worry about, like how she would live through the night.
She managed to make it to the courtyard of Magnolia Hall, but when she tried the gate, it wouldn’t budge.
There was no time to try and get it open, or to find another way in. She had to run.
By the time she made it to the main entrance of the cemetery, she was out of breath. She had to find a place to hide until she could bring her breathing under control.
The vampires weren’t far behind her. She could hear their laughter and nasty remarks. With the fog being so thick, hiding shouldn’t be too difficult, except she wasn’t even sure one could hide from vampires.
According to myth, a vampire’s senses were superior to a human’s. But it wasn’t as if she had any alternative. If she didn’t stop long enough to catch her breath, they’d catch her for sure.
Weaving
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