The only certainty of life is death, everyone proclaims. But what happens when you die and don’t remain dead?
It was a normal night in the town of Orilon, as long as you ignored the fact that it wasn’t.
The streets illuminated from the tall lampposts bustled with commotion as everyone hurried to get to their homes after receiving the latest news. A storm was heading towards the town. But some of them simply couldn’t end their day without stopping by at Malcolm’s Shack situated in the heart of the town.
“Sheriff Holland, two dead bodies in one day—both completely drained of blood. What kind of animal exhibits such behaviour?” The question hung low in the air over the chatter of those around them.
“The blood-sucking kind?” The Sheriff suggested as she sipped the sweet cold coffee.
“Like?” He challenged, eyeing the young sheriff.
“Detective Williams, I don’t think you’ve heard of vampire bats. A lot of them can be found in our Centaurus Forest, the very place where the bodies were discovered,” Holland informed him, her eyes lowered to her hand.
Detective Williams found that explanation ridiculous and let out a humourous giggle before his face turned serious, “We’re talking about human lives, Sheriff. Vampire bats feed on smaller animals. None can take down fully grown humans,” He pointed out and a corner of the sheriff’s mouth titled upwards.
“Have you ever tackled one, Detective?” Sheriff Holland’s lips quirked up into a sardonic smile.
“No,” John shook his head. “But how is that relevant?” He asked, perplexed at such a question.
Oblivious to the fact, all of his actions and words were being carefully monitored by someone leaning against a counter only some metres away. Detective Williams almost felt the sensation; someone’s burning gaze on his neck but chose to ignore it.
Holland was now watching him with an expression that could only pass as ‘mocking’. He understood well what she was thinking: Is this man implying that there were witches involved in the deaths of these teens?
No one could blame him for thinking that way. The people of Orilon liked talking about witches. They made up stories about their existence and some even believed that they may have existed some hundred years ago. But to Holland, these were folly. A mere joke. As they were to every sane human.
Even after weighing all his logic on one side, John Williams was still doubtful. There was something sinister about this case. He felt a chill run through his body.
Were animals really capable of doing something like that? Or was there some truth to the words uttered by the townies after all? He had encountered these infamous bats once during his venture in the woods. They were truly huge, with pointed fanged teeth the size of humans, but still it was hard to believe.
Another shiver reverberrated through him.
He wished to immediately see the post mortem reports of the victims and conveyed his desire to the Sheriff to which she smiled another sardonic smile. Her eyes stared at her empty glass for a few seconds before she raised herself from the seat and stretched her arms a bit, relaxing her muscles. It had been a long, tiresome day for the woman.
“The reports will reach you soon, John Williams. Enjoy your burger while you can. There’s a storm coming.” She titled her head and signaled to the sky above them.
With a smile and dismissive wave of her hand, she walked out of the Shack into the unending darkness of the night.
The sun had long hidden under the horizon, covering the town in a sheath of unending darkness on a moonless light. The star glimmered beautifully in the absence of clouds but anyone could perceive from the scent floating in the air that rain would pour in soon, wetting the streets and anyone under it without an umbrella.
Eira Blake ignored the weather forecast. She glanced at the sky from her seat—not a single cloud in view. Even if the rain still poured over her, it wouldn’t really matter. She was already drenched in her emotions good enough.
After the effects of alcohol had set in, she had found her way to the cemetery. Her sober self wouldn’t have done it. That part of her feared darkness more than anything. And the people in her town talked about sinister things that crawled at night. But a drunk person feared nothing. And that night, she had nothing to lose, except for her life.
Her eyes darted back to the tomb of her mother. It had been covered with dead leaves and withered flowers. No one visited her. The only one that cared about her in life and in death was her childhood best friend, John Williams. And who could forget her elder daughter, Melissa. A few months ago, however, she had shifted to another town a thousand miles away with her husband’s family, leaving behind Eira, alone and all by herself.
It was a relief for her initially, but soon the feeling of loneliness sank in, especially after what had happened that morning.
“Even after so long, I can’t believe. I somehow always end up here,” Eira said looking at the tombstone marked: Dakota Blake. Loving Mother. Born 18th June 1980, Now at Peace.
“I hope you’re at peace. Of course, you will be. Now that you’re rid of me.” She smiled sadly. A sole drop of tear ran down her cheek and fell to the grass covered ground.
“Has it really been a year?” She shook her head and looked away from the tombstone to the blades of overgrown grass around her. Although, they were only her mortal remains under the ground, it seemed like Dakota was listening closely, like she never had when she was alive.
Eira’s eyes darted to the night sky, taking in all its glory.
“I wanted to tell you that you were right. You were always right. One of the things I hated about you, remember?” She ignored the incoming call on her cellphone as she knew no one would call her at midnight except Ella. She could wait, of course.
“Caleb finally broke my heart,” She confessed ultimately and felt a huge burden lift from her chest. “You told me he would do it sooner or later. Because I’m not worth it. I’m not worth... loving,” Her eyes pooled with tears that started to run down her puffy cheeks. She did nothing to make them stop.
“I feel so... lonely,” She couldn’t speak properly but still continued over the sobs, “But I’m not sad. I’m kind of relieved. Maybe he deserves better…” She shook her head full of dark brown hair and resumed, “He definitely deserves better. I’m angry though, of course. I wish he had the guts to say it to my face but he decided to go behind my back and cheat with my ex-best friend, Hela of all people.” She let out a low chuckle, “You warned me about her too.”
She recalled her words: You are holding her back, Eira. She deserves a better friend, not a filthy one like you. She will hurt you one day and I’ll laugh from beyond my grave.
“Are you laughing now?” The emotions she was holding back escaped and broke something inside of her completely. She buried her head into her folded knees and cried out. As loud as she could.
Sudden distant sounds of laughter jolted her up. She looked around but found no one. Suddenly, she was made aware of her ambience. The darkness began to crawl on her skin, making her uncomfortable. Her body swayed in tune with the wind. The plan was to get a little drunk but she had ended up being more than tipsy.
Eira’s eyes darted back to her mother’s tomb suspiciously. She considered it with a fearsome gaze. No, she did not believe in ghosts.
Finally, after some run-a-shiver-down-the-spine moments, the figure approached her. The faint lamplight from overhead illuminated his physique.
She took in a black leather jacket over a white tee. Hair dark as the night slicked backwards. Broad, squared shoulders and a firm but casual posture.
“Even for a vampire like me, talking to a grave in a cemetery at this hour of the night is quite creepy. You’re a brave human. Or a foolish one. Tell me, which one are you?” He said with a smirk plastered across his pale face.
Eira’s mind was too occupied to make sense of his words, no matter how simple they were. She stared at him with a gaping mouth, “What are you saying?” She had no idea what she had just said, but whatever it was had made him advance towards her. “Stay away,” She pointed her index finger at him as a warning as she took a trembling step behind. Her body swayed a little more.
He shook his head lightly, “I wish I had the time for introductions but I’m hungry and you smell delicious.” She heard the click of a tongue.
Within a blink, he had reached her. She found him standing inches away from her face. He had moved like the wind.
His eyes raked over her alerted demeanor. He began in a hoarse voice, “You have a pretty face, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt. I’ll give you a quicker death.” He held her chin in his hand and turned her face so his hazel eyes could look directly into hers and said in a monotonous almost hypnotic tone, “Don’t scream. Don’t run.” His lips never moved and no words actually left his mouth and yet she heard his voice in her mind.
His threw his head back and with a force dug into her neck with his sharp fangs as the color returned to his pale skin. To his surprise, she screamed. Her fists collided against his chest harshly, attempting to throw him away. But he didn’t even flinch.
Ignoring the fact that his little trick hadn’t worked, he continued to suck her blood, ravishing every drop of warm blood that flowed down his throat like sweet nectar. The smell of strawberries emanating off her invaded his senses. He felt intoxicated.
Perfume-covered victims belonged to his hate-list but for some reason unfathomable, this particular human enchanted him.
He bit down on her neck again with equal enthusiasm, drawing in blood until her screams faded out and her body turned limp in his arms.
The weather prognosis was right. A raging storm arrived in the town of Orilon that night. Surprisingly, not a drop of rain fell an inch outside the borders of the town. It rained all night long. And it rained red.Real blood precipitated over the whole town throughout the night as the high-speed winds threatened to destroy all along its path. Uprooted trees crashed on park cars and blocked the roads. The Redwater Lake flooded, looking redder than ever— vanishing the sleep of those dwelling in the bayou. Couples huddled together on their couches to get more warmth and parents tried to calm their panicked children every time they shrieked as a blaze of lightning flashed outside the window.Just across the Centaurus Forest, in the town of Everwinter, a witch quietly watched the storm play in front of her eyes in a crystal ball. One by one, the images moved, revealing the calamity that occurred in the neighbouring town. A town which was once theirs and was taken away from them a long time
'While the people of Orilon were still trying to uncover the mystery behind the animal attack that resulted in two dead, they had to witness another incredible event last night.' The reporter cleared his throat and took a brief peek at the paper in his hand before continuing, 'Apparently, Orilon experienced a 'blood shower' but before any of you jump to any conclusions, we want to inform you that our town's renowned scientist, Rayna Cooper has done her research on the matter and she has figured out that it was all a result of a complex scientific phenomenon. We will come back with a detailed explanation after a short break.'Damien yanked the remote out of Nate's grip and switched off the TV. He briefly acknowledged that the flatscreen TV place in the living room stuck out like a crow in a flock of pigeons. The furniture from the 1800s didn't go along well with the modern-day electronics. The chandelier peeked at him from the ceiling above, polished as ever. He looked away and glared
The first thing Eira discovered when she gained consciousness was the pitch blackness surrounding her. Her eyes had only opened but her heart raced when she was greeted with the smell of rancid blood and rusted iron and she shut them close immediately.For as long as she could remember, she had feared darkness. It crawled over her skin like hairy bugs and roiled her stomach. Even when her eyes were closed, she still sensed her surrounding and shadowy, dark figures appeared in front of her inner eyes which she knew really didn't exist.She began sweating coldly even though her surrounding temperature was really low. Her skin shivered with fear while her hands reached around to find the switch and turn on the lamp but she couldn't find it. She usually kept it glowing throughout the night; it helped her sleep the night away. Even though Bella, her room-mate and best pal preferred to sleep in a pitch-black room, she would make an excuse every night only for Eira.With rising anxiety, Eira
Eira sat in complete silence on the metal bed, resting her palms on the edges on either side. She threw away the fear and panic and drew a blank expression across her tanned face, intending to keep it that way for the whole time until was asked to say something. Her heart however raced erratically, threatening to jump out of the ribcage. As her supposed kidnappers approached the cell she was locked in, the temperature around dropped several degrees. Her fingers began to shiver irrevocably but she couldn't be sure if it was them or the fact that she was horribly and absolutely afraid. Their faces were concealed in the darkness. She could only see faint outlines of their figures. Sounds of more footsteps hit her ears. "Did you place the candles as I asked?" One of the figures questioned authoritatively. He wasn't the one who had attacked her. "Yes." This one was. For a moment, silence lingered in the air along with the smell of three different male perfumes. Eira resisted the urge t
Josh crossed his arms slowly and leaned against the brick wall layered with moss, allowing Eira to absorb the information he had just passed. His back pressed completely against the cool, solid, age-old bricks but didn't mind the mud or the green patches on his freshly ironed, beige shirt. In fact, they only made him feel more attached to the source of his power—nature.Eira responded with a sigh and then followed cold silence, one that sent a chill down his spine. No words escaped her plump lips but her blue eyes shot a thousand questions at him. He wanted to answer them but fear kept him at bay. It was an unspoken and ofttimes a spoken rule by the vampire council to keep the secret to them.Josh rubbed the nape of his neck lightly while managing to maintain his calm facade, perceiving well that such a reaction was not completely normal for someone had been kept in the dark for too long. But he wasn't too experienced in the matters of giving satisfying, non-surprising revelations."Lo
Eira felt as though someone had pulled the floor from beneath her feet and she was falling—faster with each second into the depths of insanity. Her senses went numb for a while. A part of her still wished this was a joke or a dream and she would wake up soon but the other acted like a rebel, enjoying the thoughts of being in danger and facing death. But she was certain the latter was a result of her best friend's influence. The saner part regretted the decision of getting wasted and ending up at the cemetery. When Dakota was alive, she had only brought trouble into her life. Even when dead, she was doing a good job.The sound of a sigh greeted her ears as she saw Josh fold his arms yet again, "That is why I have this offer for you. You can choose to accept it or not. Remember, there's danger of death."Unfortunately, I can't reveal to you more about the supernatural activity in our town unless I know for certain you're on our side. If you don't accept the deal, I make you forget all
Damien noticed how Eira's blue eyes silently stared at him. She had put up a brave mask over her face but he could hear the frantic beating of her beat in his ears. That sound made him smirk. He strolled towards her lazily and his steps halted right in front of her. He could sense Josh's dark eyes on him."Did I scare you, little blood bag?" Damien asked with an amused tone, widening his smirk into a grin."I'm not scared of you," He heard her calm reply and his grin turn into a full-blown smile. His eyes moved to the bite marks on her neck and felt her breath hitch at the same moment.She remembers that. "You are, but if you aren't, you should be." He teased her and bared his fangs. She was trying too hard to appear brave and unaffected but silly girl didn't realise he could hear and smell the blood pumping through her veins. He craved to taste it. She somehow still managed to smell like strawberries after spending a whole night in the stinking dungeon.Unfortunately, he had no time
[JOHN]In the ten years that John Williams had worked as a special detective agent, the experience hadn't been close to relaxing for him. The cases were exciting, challenging to his brain. He found himself deeply pressurized for most duration of the cases he handled. And enjoyed the pressure. The race against time. It made him feel alive. But then, a year ago he decided to move to Orilon after his beloved friend Dakota's death and everything changed.Dakota Blake, his childhood friend had been a citizen of the town of Orilon for over five years. She lived with her daughters. While her elder one, Melissa married off with a rich person and got a child, the younger one stayed behind to complete her education even after Dakota passed away. Whenever he visited the town in the past years, Eira, Dakota's younger daughter always complained of her mother's unjust attitude. Sadly, it wasn't his right to tell the girl the truth. Eira was a beautiful little girl, with pretty blue eyes and a smile