The Choc-It car park was almost bare. Only Jeff's car, a bicycle, and a few cars were parked when I drove my car into the lot. The neon lights outlining the name of the shop were almost invisible in the warm sun. I got out of the car and walked up the curb to the small steps in front of the door. A bell above it rang as soon as I pushed the door open. The interior was done in vibrant colors. The wall on one side was painted lemon green paints on the wall with a dark shade of orange on the opposite side. Bar stools lined a high bar. There was a coke machine on one side, straws, a menu, and a bowl of candy. Tables and chairs and private booths completed the layout. Only a few patrons enjoyed glasses of soda or melting ice cream on a rare sunny day in WhiSare."Over here, Shawn."I looked and Cara was waving me over from a private booth. The high back of the upholstered chair was slightly worn. Jeff, Liam, Kelly and Nora waved as I joined them."Hi." I slid in beside Cara.Jeff nodded
“Hey.”I could see the curiosity in Cara's eyes as she moved closer to me. It was late afternoon and the sun was still out, the sky was free of clouds, the air was still drafty but the sun provided enough warmth that we took off our sweaters to avoid sweating. We were in front of Tessa’s home where the procession was supposed to start. A couple of cars lined the streets, friends and neighbors came out in numbers to support the grieving family. There were boxes of candles and Tessa’s personal items that her mom had placed out on the drive. People picked candles and lit them, awaiting the start of the procession.I glanced at her as I picked a candle for myself. Since we left Choc-It all she wanted to know was what Charlie called me out for. Even Jeff was curious although he wasn’t as obvious as Cara. “Yes?” I answered vaguely.She nudged my rib with her elbow. “You know what I want to ask. Spit it out.”“It was nothing.” That was the same answer I told her throughout the drive from th
Shrouded by the night Logan leaned on one hip with his hands crossed on his massive chest. His extended right feet tapped the wet grass rapidly as he waited.“Logan,” I called out.He uncrossed his arms and came forward. “Great. Did anyone notice you slip?”“I told Cara I had to pee. That should hold the fort until we are done.”“Good.”“What did you find?” I asked impatiently. My blood was feverish with excitement at the possibility of revealing a murder plot and apprehending the murderer. Vampire or not, Tessa’s death implies foul play and I want to play detective.“You will see for yourself. Are you up for a ride?”“Sure.”I followed him to his truck which was parked a few feet away from the church. The mourning crowd was off the left side from where Logan's truck sat. A tall hedge concealed us as we entered the truck. Logan zoomed off onto the high road. The passenger seat had a toolbox which he moved to the back with an apologetic grin, the truck smelled of beer and grease and a
A loud cry rent the air, piercing the veil of darkness and silence. It took me a while to figure out the scream was coming from my burning throat. My assailant drank from my neck, his clawed hands dug into my shoulders, holding me in place while he fee from me. I lay motionless on the ground, unable to fight, unable to kick back at him.Suddenly his weight lifted off me. A dark shadow flew over us both, the silver ray of the moon beamed on a dark coat that flew with great speed to my right side. A heavy thud resounded causing the rock beneath me to tremble. My arms hung loosely by my side, my body motionless on the ground. A burning sensation started in my neck, like the sizzling of fire that was somehow growing hotter. I wanted to put my hands up to quench the fire but my hands would not move. They were heavy. I stared at the dancing moon, my vision drifted in and out of focus. One minute the moon was a blur of molten silver, the next minute it was sharp and bright, burning my eyes.
Dread filled me as I waited for the answer. The air was still and quiet. The only sound was the hammering of my heart against my rib cage.“Kayla would never do that,” Silver whispered.Kayla kicked at the dust with her boots. “Vampires are meant to feed on humans,” she glanced at me. “I am no different.”“What just happened was a mistake, Kay. It wasn’t your fault.”“She sucked my blood…”“She was trying to remove the venom of that daemon dude and went berserk.”“Daemon? You mean demon? He has the eyes of those demons possessed in movies.”“If you get your answer from movies then you need some basic information.” Kayla walked over to me. The green contacts did a good job of hiding her red pupils. Her face was completely healed, not a single scratch was left. She stopped a few feet away from me and released a breath before holding her sweater against her nose. “Daemons are different from vampires. That guy you saw just now was a daemon, they are godlike. Some mythology call them demig
What a night.My dream was partially right. Vampires and werewolves live among us and I am possibly the only true human who knows about it. Among the threat of vampires we also have Daemons? Was that what Kayla called it?My laptop was in my bed, I sat and opened it and keyed that word. Multiple results came up on my screen and like Kayla said Daemons are godlike. Minor gods or smaller spirits. Well that doesn’t explain anything! It doesn’t explain the source of those daemons who nearly ripped my heart out or the origin of vampires and werewolves in WhiSare. Who would have thought that such a small town had a dark interesting secret?How long have the Storms lived in WhiSare and avoid suspicion?Logan was still downstairs with mom. No doubt he is trying to put her mind at ease. I know mom is worried, coupled with the grief of mourning Tessa she must be worried about me too. Guilt filled me. With the eminent danger of WhiSare’s secret dark side the last thing I want is mom’s heartbreak
“Here we are.” “Thanks.” I pulled out a couple of change and paid for my ride. Black lake street was quite the distance from the main town and the lake. Lucky I found a taxi to take me there. A harsh winter wind chased away the warmth of the sun that had settled over town yesterday. I hugged my jacket closer. Being this close to the lake area made it even worse. The ground was rugged. On either side of a single path that Silver told me about the previous night, sparse trees lined the sides. Not a single bird chirped or nested in the branches which would have seemed strange if all of WhiSare wasn’t like that. The path widened until I caught the glimpse of what looked like a garage. According to Silver, the garage was detached and beside it was the house. Gravel crunched under my foot even though I was trying to walk as quietly as I could. Says much about me if I think walking quietly will escape the attention of supernatural beings with heightened hearings. Still, it was worth the ef
The weather wasn’t the only difference between WhiSare and Down Hills. Where WhiSare was quiet and peaceful with friendly neighbors waving out windows, Down Hills was an edgy town with pubs at almost every corner. The road Kayla drove on led to the heart of town. The curbs were parked with people, trucks lined the streets and the front of every club. Leather jackets, fish nets, buckled boots, and skin-tight leather skirts made the outfits of the many party-goers that hung outside of open club doors. I recognized some people from school hanging around streetlights with flickering bulbs sharing liquor bottles and cigarettes. The town reeked of booze.“Down Hills is where people from school come to hang out. It’s a free town.”Free town was putting it mildly. Music blasted from the club while people danced carelessly close to the road.Kayla swerved the car multiple times to avoid drunken teenagers and adults who stumbled across the road without looking. She guided the car to another str