Agatha Christie First Novels & Stories

he barked, gesturing for me to follow. The mention of the Alpha sent a chill through me. My heart pounded, fear slithering through my veins like ice. I followed him, my feet dragging as we ascended the staircase to the Alpha’s floor. At the end of the corridor, a young maid stood by two large double doors adorned with intricate carvings of a full moon and a wolf howling towards the sky. She held a bucket and cleaning supplies, her eyes darting nervously. At least today, I was dressed decently—a plain grey dress that covered me fully. The guard opened the doors, and I stepped inside. The room swallowed me whole, vast and grand. It wasn’t just a room—it was a palace in itself.

Chastity said as she put them back in the bag, “You’re turn.” I nodded, and pulled the gift bag to me. The first thing I found in it was a packaged comic book. I looked at Chastity a little confused. “It’s a first edition copy of Captain America’s first appearance. I know you’re not a big comic book reader, but I thought you might like this any way.” Chastity stated quietly, looking a little concerned. “You’re kidding?” I asked, kind of shocked.

“What the fuck?” “I did not freeze thy mouth, young man, as I need all minds to focus on what to do, but if ye insist on such foul language, I will do so,” Agatha warned. “Now, please pay attention. Time is short.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I come from the year 1692. I am a witch. A vampire turned a lovely young lass who was my friend and my protégé, into a vampire. She escaped him before he was able to complete the claiming of her and came to me for aid. I have done what is possible to protect her, but now I require thy assistance.” “I’m confused,” Tim mumbled. “Agatha, is it?”

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

Only now that I realized how close we are to each other, and if only he’s breathing like a normal human would, then maybe I already inhaled his breath… Just a few inches away and I’m sure that our lips will finally collide. “I’m sorry, but this must be some kind of mistake. I am not Heather. I am Agatha,” I introduced myself, hoping that it will wake his senses. But that didn’t even help me out. He placed his palms on the walls, pressing it with much desire as he leans in, and I froze, feeling his lips near my earlobes. “Heather… I finally found you. After centuries of waiting…” He whispered through my ears, inhaling the vanilla scent that I put on myself earlier this morning.