Shadowbrook - 18th Century
The vampire forced me forward down a narrow pathway. The overgrown grass tickled the bare skin on my legs, each blade feathery and sharp as they attacked my flesh.
Heavy rain dampened my hair, each strand clinging to my face, while some formed into clumps. The droplets descended my cheeks as if they were tears, and the air was cooler from the downpour.
The occasional damp rock beneath my foot caused roughness against the sole of my flimsy shoe.
The soft banks crumbled from the rain as my foot glided along with the disintegrated soil.
My legs trembled with panic as fear engulfed every cell of my body, sinking into the saturated mud. Splotches of dirt covered the rim of my dress, my shoes no longer recognisable under the gunge.
“Get up,” Samuel hissed, hoisting me to my feet.
My small frame knocked into his rangy figure, powerless against his restraint. His grip on my arms limited my movements. There was no escape and no exit that would allow me to leave. Even if there was, I would die either way.
The damp atmosphere released an earthy aroma, a mixture of fresh grass and the musky smell of dirt. It was hard to see anything within the darkness, apart from the small clearing up ahead, illuminated by the full moon.
The pitch-black night sky overpowered my vision as leaves swayed in the wind.
A vampire dropped from the tree with ease, catching my attention. The twig snapped under her foot. She struck a malicious smirk that was visible from the illumination of the moonlight. Her crimson locks flowed over her shoulders as the fiery colour matched her cherry-red irises, the eyes of a killer.
I regretted the choice I made, a mistake I feared I could never take back. I shivered from the crispness that hung in the air like a heavy blanket. My teeth chattered uncontrollably; my breaths turned rapid as my heart rate increased within my rib cage.
The bravery that I once had vanished and left me vulnerable to their deception.
Opposite stood Egan, the boy I loved with my heart and soul. Some of his strawberry-blonde curls framed his face, the bow that held his hair in place became loose. A piece of rag strapped against his mouth as another ugly monster constrained his arms. A shadow fell over the captor, unaware of their appearance. The truth kicked in; Egan couldn’t help me.
As we inched closer, a life-sized stone laid in the centre of the clearing, the surface flat and smooth.
“Let’s make this swift,” said Nadine with a menacing grin. She demolished this town, the same way she destroyed me. I held back the urge to spit in her face, her youthful skin radiant as ever.
A swift flick of her wrist slashed across my throat, within seconds the fiery hot sensation flowed down my neck. My dress stuck to my skin like a second layer; the material absorbed the red liquid gushing from the wound.
Samuel released his hold and threw me forward as I braced myself against the stone. I retched blood, which splattered the surface, no longer able to hold myself upright as I sank further into unconsciousness.
Since I was younger, I believed each person had a story to tell, and something changed them along the way. I realised it was impossible to fix me.
My time was up.