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Authors: Felicity Heaton
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could never understand how Valentine could look at them without flinching.
She stepped out into the aisle and wondered where she was supposed to go now. Inside the church was silent. The only sound was the distant thunder outside and the heavy raindrops on the roof. She could only see a few feet without changing into vampire guise. None of the candles had been lit but the bright flashes of lightning outside helped illuminate her path towards the altar.
She stopped just before she reached it and closed her eyes. She felt drawn towards something but couldn’t make out where it was. Turning slowly on the spot, she waited until the pull inside of her was strongest and then opened her eyes and started walking in that direction. She paused when she found a door and opened it. Peering down into the dark depths, she could see a flickering light near the bottom of the spiral staircase. She followed it down, going around in a tight circle and gripping the central column so she didn’t fall if she stumbled.
The steps reminded her of her family’s mansion in Prague and she thought about the fact that Valentine had carried her down those steps. It must have been difficult. Maybe he’d slung her over his shoulder. She smiled at the image of that and then shook her head. She was sure that he’d probably carried her carefully in his arms, cradling her. He was so gentlemanly like that.
Venturi would have just flung her over his shoulder.
She frowned and pushed him out of her thoughts.
Reaching the bottom step, she walked out into the dimly lit crypt and searched the room, trying to find what had drawn her down there. At the end of the room was another door. It was metal and locked with several heavy bolts and padlocks. She wondered what it contained. Whatever it was, it was calling to her and she couldn’t ignore it.
Her feet moved of their own volition, leading her towards the door. She raised her hand up and called the magic. It came quickly and she smiled at her progress. Valentine would have been proud of her.
When she released the magic, she ducked behind the nearest tomb. The sound of metal ripping open filled her ears, reminding her of the dying screams of the vampires she’d slain in the Tenebrae castle. She shut out the memory and looked over the top of the stone sarcophagus.
The door was completely torn to shreds and hanging off its hinges. She approached it slowly, peering into the darkness on the other side and feeling the pull inside of her growing stronger the closer that she got.
Looking around, she spotted an unlit torch on the wall and grabbed it. She walked over to the other lit torches and set it alight before carrying it with her into the room.
It was empty except for a stone box with a heavy looking lid. The walls were encrusted with dust and dirt and she got the impression that no one came in there. She placed the torch into one of the iron holders on the wall and then looked back at the box.
Holding her hand a few inches away from it, she could feel the power radiating off it. She stared at the stone in her amulet when it began to glow brightly and her stars began to itch and burn.
“Don’t be scared.”
She smiled on hearing her mother’s voice and took a deep breath. “I’m not scared.”
Grabbing hold of the lid, she slid it off. It tumbled to the floor. She cocked her head to one side when she saw the piece of cloth covering something inside and bent over to pick it up. It was thick and felt heavy in her hands. She could feel power in it and it felt familiar. Carrying it with her back into the other room, she placed it down on the tomb she’d hidden behind when blowing up the door.
She was about to open the cloth to reveal the contents when the whole scene shifted and she found herself face to face with the three witches of Paris.
She looked around her at the familiar icy room and then back at them.
They were speaking but she couldn’t hear them and she held her hand out as they began
She stepped out into the aisle and wondered where she was supposed to go now. Inside the church was silent. The only sound was the distant thunder outside and the heavy raindrops on the roof. She could only see a few feet without changing into vampire guise. None of the candles had been lit but the bright flashes of lightning outside helped illuminate her path towards the altar.
She stopped just before she reached it and closed her eyes. She felt drawn towards something but couldn’t make out where it was. Turning slowly on the spot, she waited until the pull inside of her was strongest and then opened her eyes and started walking in that direction. She paused when she found a door and opened it. Peering down into the dark depths, she could see a flickering light near the bottom of the spiral staircase. She followed it down, going around in a tight circle and gripping the central column so she didn’t fall if she stumbled.
The steps reminded her of her family’s mansion in Prague and she thought about the fact that Valentine had carried her down those steps. It must have been difficult. Maybe he’d slung her over his shoulder. She smiled at the image of that and then shook her head. She was sure that he’d probably carried her carefully in his arms, cradling her. He was so gentlemanly like that.
Venturi would have just flung her over his shoulder.
She frowned and pushed him out of her thoughts.
Reaching the bottom step, she walked out into the dimly lit crypt and searched the room, trying to find what had drawn her down there. At the end of the room was another door. It was metal and locked with several heavy bolts and padlocks. She wondered what it contained. Whatever it was, it was calling to her and she couldn’t ignore it.
Her feet moved of their own volition, leading her towards the door. She raised her hand up and called the magic. It came quickly and she smiled at her progress. Valentine would have been proud of her.
When she released the magic, she ducked behind the nearest tomb. The sound of metal ripping open filled her ears, reminding her of the dying screams of the vampires she’d slain in the Tenebrae castle. She shut out the memory and looked over the top of the stone sarcophagus.
The door was completely torn to shreds and hanging off its hinges. She approached it slowly, peering into the darkness on the other side and feeling the pull inside of her growing stronger the closer that she got.
Looking around, she spotted an unlit torch on the wall and grabbed it. She walked over to the other lit torches and set it alight before carrying it with her into the room.
It was empty except for a stone box with a heavy looking lid. The walls were encrusted with dust and dirt and she got the impression that no one came in there. She placed the torch into one of the iron holders on the wall and then looked back at the box.
Holding her hand a few inches away from it, she could feel the power radiating off it. She stared at the stone in her amulet when it began to glow brightly and her stars began to itch and burn.
“Don’t be scared.”
She smiled on hearing her mother’s voice and took a deep breath. “I’m not scared.”
Grabbing hold of the lid, she slid it off. It tumbled to the floor. She cocked her head to one side when she saw the piece of cloth covering something inside and bent over to pick it up. It was thick and felt heavy in her hands. She could feel power in it and it felt familiar. Carrying it with her back into the other room, she placed it down on the tomb she’d hidden behind when blowing up the door.
She was about to open the cloth to reveal the contents when the whole scene shifted and she found herself face to face with the three witches of Paris.
She looked around her at the familiar icy room and then back at them.
They were speaking but she couldn’t hear them and she held her hand out as they began
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