He, the power of demons, the harbinger of bad, he is fortressed against death and only some can defeat his power. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Art) ART DROPPED OFF Julie at her huge house. She babbled on and on, all the way to her home, said how sorry she was, but she was incoherent, almost drunk on painkillers and Art couldn’t gather what she was talking about or why she was sorry. She stepped out and said sorry to him again, turned and walked away, looking still frail and weak. He sat in his car staring at the empty night, the few stars in the sky, the lonely looking trees and then he drove around, in an aimless circle before he found himself sitting in Sallie’s, eating a chicken pie, not really eating. What am I doing here, he mused. There was no answer except he didn’t want to go back home, not right now. “Arthur? How is Ariana? Is she okay? How are her wounds?” He looked up to see Lyka taking the chair next to him, her eyes worried. “And why are you not with her?” He stared at her,
'In the shadows, he prowls, a predator, infinitely waiting.' – Bloodsongs.*The night was black, black as the wings of the ravens. The thin crescent was glowing dimly, a thin silver light, that fought with the hands of darkness and failed, miserably. Aurora Baker stood in a deserted alley, trying to find her way back to wherever she had come from. She had no idea where she came from, though. All she knew was she shouldn't be here. She should escape the suffocating stench of death that hung in the air and the overwhelming darkness. She turned around and around, trying to find a path with the help of the emaciated moon. If it became any darker than it was now, she'd forever be lost –lost in the inky blackness, never finding the light. As if someone had heard her thoughts, the half crescent that beamed low switched off. The stars burnt off. The black was thick that Aurora stumbled on nothing. Sweat dripped down her back, even in the cold. She could feel the fury of the night in her b
*(Aurora)Aurora didn't imagine those turns of events when her father had called for a family meeting exactly a week ago. Her father was into things like family bonding, sharing and she didn't mind it. Not at all. She loved her parents, her home, and her life with them. They were the best parents a girl could ask for. So, she had made a bowl of popcorn-sometimes the family meeting would be quite funny and amusing- but what came out of that particular family meeting was something Aurora didn't believe at first. She couldn't. She had laughed at her dad, asked him not to joke like that. His poker face didn't give away anything, and then he nodded sternly and said, "Rory, I am not joking. We are moving away. It is about time." Her mother had looked at her with a soft sigh of defeat as Aurora stared at her father as if she was seeing an alien. He shook his head and sighed and asked sorry. All the while, she wanted to ask, 'it's about time for what?; But she was too tongue-tied at that p
'He is sin. He is hellfire. He burns the purest things.' – Bloodsongs.* (Art) Grabbing his backpack from his car, Art walked inside his house and was instantly greeted by his glowing mom. Her smile was thousand watts, and so was the happy flush in her face. 'Uh-oh,' Art thought, 'what's today? Please God.' When his mom was like this, it was usually something that made her go extra crazy. "You know, the Bakers has arrived this morning. They were old friend of ours." His mom said, her eyes wide and happy. "Really?" Art narrowed his eyes as he scanned his mom's secret smile. She looked like she knew something he didn't. "Yes." She said, looking very enthusiastic. So, they must be different than the people in the town they often mingled with. Most of them knew nothing about 'The Coven' or about the magick. "Are they like-" He looked at his mom and she nodded. "They don't have magick if that is what you are asking. They are like me. But Paula's grandmother, she was a powerful
*(Aurora)Leaves dry and fragile crumbled under Aurora's feet as she walked inside the woods. The thick, unkempt forest had long arms, twisting, and whirling like a hungry marauder. Vines reaching around, trying to capture the unsuspected victim. She noticed a trail leading towards her home and turned towards it with a small prayer. As she neared it, the trail disappeared.The trees started to move closer, trapping her within the circle. She ran, round and round, and didn't find a way to get out. The branches bent towards her, laughter in their voice, and curved around her in an embrace that was slowly turning suffocating. The stems bled black, like tar.The tar coated her skin, sizzling hot, and scorching. The air in her lungs was cut off as the vines squeezed tighter and it came out in a shallow whistle. She struggled to step away from the trees, to breathe. She let out a dispirited sob, half air, and half empty. Her face turned blue. 'I don't want to die. Please I don't want to-"
'He, the manifestation of darkness, seeps through the cracks in human hearts.' – Bloodsongs.*(Art)The cafeteria was pregnant with too many sweaty bodies and noises that were meaningless. People talked over each other, laughed, hooted, and generally were happy. It almost made him relax. Art expertly avoided people as he manoeuvred his way around the crowd, thinking about his dream-no, his nightmare. Shit. The nightmare was getting so hard to stop, and it was starting to feel too real, too vivid.Last night, the nightmare had been much more real that all the other times. It was like he was actually living in that dream!He had dreamed again of the girl with strange eyes, yesterday. He was trying to separate the black willows that were suffocating him, to reach her. To save her. He could still feel the sting of the black tears the trees shed. The trees he had spent time with, from when he was young, whenever he wanted peace and solitude. The trees that watched him do his magick, awa
Corrupts he, the weakened brain. Plague he, the dark dreams. – Bloodsongs.*AuroraAurora smothered the scream bubbling under her throat and stumbled back from the window. The smoke curled above the canopy of trees and vanished with a shrill sound, and she heard it in her head. The air was so chilly, so cold. The hair in her arms, and the back of her neck stood erect.She stared up at the sky, and could smell the reek of the smoke, pungent and decaying. She looked around and everyone was enjoying the sun, eating, chattering and she knew no one had seen the snake-like man, with fangs. It was only her who had seen him. And she was now frozen with terror. Fear ripped through her bone, and she wanted to scream at them to look. To see what she had seen, but she knew they wouldn't see it. Imagination, she whispered, just my imagination. But even she couldn't believe it. Hadn't she just seen the man staring at them with golden eyes? It was not her imagination. Not this time. She was sure
Whispers, he, sweet promises. When you succumb, he will suck the soul into his cauldron of dirt and darkness. – Bloodsongs.*(Lyka)Lyka stared at the man in front of her. The music pounding in the bar was too loud, so was the smoke congealing everything. "It is stupid, you know, they will not even believe this. We can only sense her right now because they are closer, now, but she doesn't even have any magick, yet. Kids these days want scientific proof for everything. And what we are going to say... it is far from scientific. Shit, I wouldn't even believe it if I hadn't known it from the seed.""Aurora will believe it. Arthur already had the magick. He is so full of magick, and it would be easy to convince him, but we can convince her, too. She is the key, she is the key to all of this and her hidden knowledge will come to her." Shalom said with a pensive look on his face.This girl, this girl who didn't know about magick was the chosen one. She would be the one who could save the wo