'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 bones.Heart tumbling down in panic, Aurora turned around. Deep in her bones, she knew she'd forever be lost in this nothingness, where the only noise would be her wheezing breath and her roaring heart if she didn't try hard. She had to try hard. She had to fight this darkness.Something touched her toes. She jumped back, but the thing followed her, determined. It was cold, icy. A web, slowly weaving around her toes, fingers feet, legs, knees.What stretched in front of her as a dead, deserted alley was turning into a massive pool of black oily water. The dark bleeding water was slowly mounting. Higher and higher. Stomach, chest. It was glacial, her bones were frozen with fear, throat dry with a scream that wouldn't leave her lips. Neck. She swatted her hands, trying to ward off the water from reaching any higher. It climbed up, dogged, further up. Mouth.She had to move her body, or she'd die. The water was lapping against her, licking at her with its icy tongue, as if it was feasting on her flesh and her fear.'I know how to swim. I am the captain of the swimming team. I have won medals.'Even as she thought it again and again, her legs and hands refused to obey. They were lead. Frozen solid. The swimming she had learnt for so long, since she was three, it was of no use.All she could do was thrash and turn and struggle. The black water entered her nose, mouth, blinded her vision. Her breathing become laboured and then shallow.With a sinking heart, Aurora watched herself gulp the cold, cold water. She felt the sting in her lungs. Her blue eyes were dead, and snow pebbled the veins of her eyes.She put a palm over her mouth as she woke up, tangled in her sheets, drenched in sweat. He fingers were shaking. She wanted to get out of this nightmare, but it was follow her, always, always.Sometimes she felt like she was trapped in the nightmare, forever screaming to get out. Only her screams had no sounds. It was silent, still. It didn't have any sound.Aurora rubbed her eyes with a tired frown.Her eyes were burning and her heart was violently pounding in her chest. She sighed and leaned against the headboard."I wish this damn nightmare would stop already."***Art Hennessy didn't know why he was running, but there was an urgency in his steps. Thud, thud, thud. The sound was so solid, but the pavement was moving beneath his feet. It was oily, slippery and he didn't give a damn.He had to reach there... Reach where?He had to save... Save who?He had no idea, but the need in his bones was fire, hot, prodding him to quicken his pace. A little bit faster, he needed to be a little bit quicker. His lungs burned from the effort. He couldn't see anything in the dark, but he continued to run. The magic in his fingers felt like it was burning him. He tried to form a spell, but it wasn't working.The moving pavement started to thrash beneath him. Spurts of water emerged from the broken cracks of the earth, like oozing blood from the wounds. It was slimy, greasy. He waded through the slippery water, but knew he had to swim to reach there. Reach her. He had to swim, or she'd die.'Who is she?' He muttered to himself as he readied his body to float; he spread his hands, lifted his legs, and started to swim with the same hurry. Water glided past his fingers, his hair, cold and disgusting. Even as he swam, it occurred to him that he had never learnt swimming, never knew swimming and he was afraid of moving bodies of water.As if the oily waves heard his pounding heart, the waves grew stronger, bigger, closing in on him.His legs turned rock. His body went limp. He shouted for help, his voice urgent, pleading, and scared.As he started to go under, he saw a man materializing in front of him. He was shadowed against the black, but his golden eyes burnt like the torch."Do you want my help, little boy?" The man's voice was velvet. Soothing.He was going to die, but even then Art knew, this man's help was not welcome. This man was not his friend, but his enemy."No." Art shook his head.The man laughed, his laughter echoing around Art. "Then die." He lifted his fingers and then with one last laugh disappeared into the mist of darkness.Water gushed into his mouth, nose. Weighed by the water, Art sunk, down and down.His green eyes stared in to two blue green orbs. He smiled into those frozen eyes and then there was only darkness.He sat up, drenched in sweat, like every other night.***Azakeal stared at the blue light glowing in his 'Book Of Guardianship' with a frown. He realized that Aurora was dreaming again. She had been having these nightmares since she was thirteen, but it had become more frequent these past month, as if it was premonition to something bad that was going to happen. Something that would be happening.Azak hated it. Deep in his heart, he knew what was coming, but he didn't want to think about it. He was not made for serious materials like that.Demon. Devil. Disaster. It was all so big for him. He liked his life free of trouble those words would bring."Azakeal?" Castiel called him and he was startled awake from Araina's nightmare. He looked up at Castiel, his violet eyes strangely dull."Yes?" He blinked up at Castiel."You know you have to do something to help her, right?" Castiel pointed to Azak's book of guardianship. Azak shrugged."I don't have to do anything to help her, not really. I just have to watch over her from a distance. That is how every guardian angel works." Azak replied to his best friend Castiel. Castiel shrunk his nose with irritation and Azak ignored it. He had been ignoring Castiel for five hundred years."I don't know, but it looks like she might need lots of help." Castiel said with a half shrug as he leaned his head back."She is a strong girl. She can take care of herself." Azak said as he unfurled his wings. His beige wings shone in the soft glow of light. "And I am... I don't think it is the kind of job I want to have.""Why not?" The Voice said from inside his head. Azak slapped his forehead with his palms. He was getting tired of these constant visit from The Voice."God?""Yes, Azakeal?" The Voice said."Why don't you stop it already? You can do it.""Because... I gave Samael a promise!" The Voice sounded sad."And you are going to keep the promise for Satan?! I don't understand this." Azak gave a half shrug as his lips twisted into a frown."You don't have to understand it. You just have to accept it." The Voice said, mighty and Powerful, as it could be. Azak bowed automatically. "Just... do what you are supposed to do.""Yeah, whatever." Azak said with a roll of his eyes. He wasn't good with these cryptic messages from God.Azak looked at Aurora with a soft sigh.She was curled in her bed, inside her blanket, like a cocooned caterpillar. Her eyes were drooping, but she was making herself not to go back to sleep. Her face was pale and sweaty. He could feel how scared she was.Azak closed his wings, sighed and sat down with a deep frown.It was going to be a long night.___*(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
Drinks, he, the pain, the blood. Thrives he, in the fear that debilitates. – Bloodsongs. *(Art)When the infuriating dinner was finally over, Art helped his mom with the dishes. His mom was singing under her breath, whistling softly and there was a bounce in her steps. Every few seconds, she'd throw him a pleased look, one heavy with inside joke.He knew the joke. It was him! The girl with the beautiful eyes made him into a damn joke, when she blurted out about his eyes. His heart ran wildly as he thought about it. He gritted his teeth as he wiped the China dish. How he wished he could break one or two of them, just to soothe this anger, and the helplessness.Who was she? What was she doing here? And what the hell was she talking about?His eyes? Beautiful? No one had ever said that to him. Not even his girlfriend had called his eyes beautiful and she had made him feel like a dumb fool as he sat there, choking on water.She had laughed then, and even though she was laughing at him,
He is greed, vengeance and anger. He is the sin and the betrayal. Uses, he, the pain of humans, the blood of humans, for pleasure. – Bloodsongs.*(Art)A week had past, and it was testing and slow for Art. After the careless comment on his beautiful eyes, during that disastrous dinner, Aurora had started acting as if it had never happened–shit, he didn't know what he even expected from her after that, but still it was maddening.The strange feeling at the pit of his stomach, it never went away. Whenever he saw Aurora, he felt the spark from his fingers, the magick in its strongest, as if his body had no control over what it was doing, when she was near.He was afraid to do something that he might regret. Usually, the uncontrollable magick happened only when he was angry, but now... he had no idea how to control these random, haphazard thoughts that was running wild inside him. Thought of Rory and her beautiful eyes from the nightmares, her soft, sensual voice, her silky blonde hair,