Hmm… It's chilly out this morning, and a little bit on the cloudy side. The smell of the dying leaves is very calming, I guess you could say. Maybe it's just me, but I love everything about autumn. The changing weather, pumpkin pie, the leaves falling to the ground, pumpkin coffee, Halloween approaching, pumpkin cookies, Thanksgiving and did I mention pumpkin pie? I guess this is where I would introduce myself. My name is Sophie Fredrickson; I am a widowed mother of one. My son's name is Liam; he recently turned eleven this past September. He’s kind of tall for his age, reaching four-foot-seven, with blond hair and my blue eyes. I tell him every day he looks like his father as he responds blushing with an ‘I doubt it’. We tragically lost my husband and his father, Julian, about a year and a half ago. It's still very strange without him here. Having no one to wake up to in the morning or help Liam with his sports is kind of tough. Not to mention I can’t stop thinking about him.
If I could only change the events of that night, he'd still be here. But, what's done is done, I can't take anything back. He was merely trying to protect me from something even I didn't see coming. I guess I left a few things out in my introduction. I am a witch; I am now also a vampire. The one who changed me was very illusive; skilled in a sense. He was able to stay under my radar and worked quickly. To this day I am baffled as to who it was and what he wanted. I'm sliding off track, I apologize. I am of average height and weight with strawberry blond hair. Julian was slightly shorter than me with black hair and dark brown eyes. We live in Archbald, Pennsylvania. It's easy living here because everyone mostly keeps to themselves.Strange activity is hardly ever reported because of everyone's desire for solitude. There are a few folks who enjoy a good story but most of us are pretty much strapped inside our homes. My neighbors don't mind the withdrawn nature of our family to an extent. We're still expected to make minor appearances to birthday parties and holiday events; once in a while we'd play cards or watch a movie, nothing too drastic. I'm more of the listener out of the neighbors while they like to tell stories of their days and frustrations. Since I was a stay at home mom and house wife, I didn’t have much to contribute to the table. I didn’t have anything that they’d believe anyway. Clara Benson tells the best stories. She's a very active woman; teaching yoga and owning her own bakery downtown.She is quirky in her own way, but that’s what so fun about her, she keeps life interesting. She's about six foot tall long brown hair and the brightest evergreen eyes you have ever seen. Her husband, Dean, is a happy-go-lucky kind of guy and has two kids from a previous marriage. He's six-foot-two, bald with hazel eyes. His eldest, Alexis, is thirteen. She has blond hair, brown eyes and is four-foot-five. Her little brother, Tommy, is eleven and has brown hair and hazel eyes. He's friends with Liam so he comes over to hang out and do homework. They both play soccer together and are on the same team. This makes it easy for car-pooling since we live across the street from each other.Dean works nights at the bakery, making sure all orders are filled and the inventory is up to date. His pot belly gives me the sneaking suspicion that he's sneaking the day old pastries from the discount shelf. Living next to them is Elora and Keenan Gibs, they are a portly but joyful couple who love gossip as much as they love the discounted pastries at Clara and Dean's bakery. They both have blond hair and hazel eyes and constantly talk about how they've been trying to conceive for the last five years with no success.Elora has her highs and lows of the month; she gets really excited towards the middle bragging about how they may have finally done it this time. Then, towards the end of the month, she gets extremely depressed from either a negative pregnancy test or another miscarriage. I don't want to be rude towards them I think it's just very unhealthy for her to keep up this behavior. Both of the Gibs are in their forties and dangerously close to the deadline of being forbidden to continue trying. For as many times as they’ve been offered adoption applications by the doctor, you’d think they’ve filled one out by now.The final neighbor we would communicate with would be Abigail and Sylvester Stapleton; they are the cutest old couple anyone could ever meet. They were high school sweethearts who married at eighteen, soon after they had two beautiful daughters who later made a living as the two most successful sister models to have come out of PA. Abigail is five-foot-six and slightly overweight. Her curves suit her nicely as her long, curly silver hair reaches down mid-thigh. She has green eyes which compliment her soft, milky features that make her look ten years younger than she is.Darius woke up the next morning dreading getting out of bed. He rubbed his tired, almond eyes and rolled over to hit the snooze button. As he turned back over he was startled by a loud banging on the door. It was time…He jumped out of bed as fast as he could and threw on the clothes from the floor. The banging continued for the next five minutes until he got to the door, he thought as though it would never stop.‘Maybe he gave up and left?’ He thought to himself as he glanced through the peep hole. A tall man stood waiting. His crisp blond hair gave away quickly that it was Haans who was waiting. ‘He must have sensed me.’ He said to himself as he watched Haans impatiently sway side to side.“I know you’re there Darius. Quit stalling.” He said calmly.Darius opened the door hesitantly and let him in.Haans feverishly paced the floor in front of Darius in what seemed like an eternity as he described the conditions before signing the contract. He had only agreed to take on the assignme
Months have gone by without a hitch. After sending Liam to live with my father while I sort through this mess I’ve been bouncing from city to city in search for clues. Afraid to get to close to anyone I’ve kept a low profile. There hasn’t been any activity from the supernatural throughout the entire northeastern coastline, so I set my sights to the south where an unexplained string of phenomena have been recently occurring.It’s too much of a coincidence for two or three tragedies to strike off the coast of North Myrtle Beach. However, eight tragedies in total have cursed a 200 mile radius of the city. From unexpected fires to pile ups on I95. Normal people would see this as a string of unfortunate luck for the area but I feel this has a more sinister cause…The crisp wind blew through the palm trees with the faint smell of the ocean sifting through the window.Darius had just sat down for his morning cup of coffee as he fumbled through his paperwork for the day. His brows furrowed as
Pulling back the sleeping bag the mysterious occupant began to cough violently and thrash about. In an instant David leapt from the cloth as though it had been on fire. His torn clothes revealed the scars from his torturous ordeal so I quickly jumped to my feet and rushed him into the house.Though I had only been gone for a few days, the house felt as if it were abandoned for years. The musty scent of Liam’s last dinner had wafted through the kitchen reminding me of his holiday with friends. A soft light was all that shown through the blinds which gave way to the thin lair of dust on the television. Walking through the house for the first time since the ordeal felt like our bodies were stuck in slow motion. After I checked all the rooms and got a drink from the refrigerator, we retired to the couch.Once our bodies hit, dust flew into the air bringing us back to the reality at hand. This made the silence more deafening.David and I haven’t spoken a word since walking through the doo
I reminisced about the time I spent with David, Sylvia and Tony. We bonded so much in so little time it felt like they’ve been a part of my life for years. And to just lose them in a few short days was heart wrenching. I couldn’t bear the thought of them being gone. My eyes welled up with tears again and I didn’t care to hold them back. I sat on the ground and pulled my knees up to my chest. I started crying, it seemed like the only thing I could do at this point. I had to hide my secrets from everyone else. At least it was nice to be able to share things with someone. And now that someone was gone. I buried my head between my knees as I cried harder. My tears dripped down my nose, soaking me in the process. After a few hours, the fire died down low enough to walk through. My face hurt from all the crying I had done and my vision was a little blurred but I continued to try and find my way out of the cave anyway. It took me a very long time, and I got lost on several occasions along
I broke my legs free and hopped up to my feet on the table. Looking around me I was completely out numbered. Dimietry came up from behind me and tried to restrain me but I fought him off and threw him off my back onto the cavern floor. Jumping on top of him, I grabbed another finger nail and ripped it off, forcing him to scream out in pain. The other changelings moved to help their leader but he motioned for them to stay where they were. Dimietry grabbed my leg and pulled me off balance sending me crashing down next to him. He climbed on top of me and tried to pin me down but I was too swift for him and escaped out from between his legs. By the time he turned around I was in the standing position and ready to fight. He turned himself into a tiger before leaping towards me again. Suddenly I felt a strong surge of power rising inside of me and before I knew it the leaping tiger was caged up in front of me. The tiger growled before turning into a snake and escaping the cage. Next thing
I lied there, coughing for a few moments as he waited out in pain. I didn’t know these things were anatomically correct or I would have thought of that earlier! I thought to myself grinning. He slowly got up off the ground and stood up. He stared me down for a minute as I contemplated my next move. He leapt at me and I jumped out of the way again. He gave me a look and then transformed back to the Russian. “This is getting a little bit tedious, darling, how about we skip the fighting part and you either just join me or let me kill you.” He said arrogantly as he walked towards me holding out his hand. “Now why would I join your band of idiots to fight in a war that has nothing to do with me or the good of humanity for that matter? Then again you all are demons, and really this seems more and more like a fight to see who’s got the bigger package, and trust me I’ve already seen these kind of fights. They don’t end well for the one who forces.” He gave me one of those looks where you kno