The Outsider
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
869
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
It was raining again as Annabelle walked through the park, past the first school, clutching her folder close to her body. She was tall, and thin, but not without muscles. One could see the ripple of her muscles movement as she walked, she practically had a six pack, and was the best in her class at sports…even though she hated P.E. with a passion and tried every excuse in the book to get out of the lessons. She had forgotten her coat this morning, it was that dream, it always knocked her senses a bit. The rain beat her hard in her face as she walked with ease against the rain. She could hear her sister complaining about the rain and cold harsh wind, her sister died five years ago…suicide. Annabelle was the strong one, ‘apparently’.
Her sister Rebecca had killed herself, three weeks after their brother had died in a car crash with their uncle. Annabelle, Rebecca and Jonathon were triplets. It hit both the girls hard when the police arrived with the news, so now as Annabelle turns the corner, and sees the police car parked out side her house and the front door open, terror fills her with dread.
“Please only be a burglar, don’t let them be dead.” She pleaded quietly as she began to run down the hill and vault over the wall and pelt into the house.
“Mum!?” Annabelle screamed as she threw her bag and folder into the sitting room, there was no answer.
“Dad!?” she called again softer this time, she was terrified. Her call was answered this time by a voice she clearly recognized as P.C. Scott's,
“That’s the daughter, I’ll go.” The voice came from upstairs, she ran as fast as she could up two flights of stairs, and straight into the officer.
“Why are you here?!” she demanded.
“Anna, it’s your parents, follow me, you should probably see for yourself.” The young blond officer led her up the stairs to her bedroom; the one she had once shared with her siblings, the attic was her room now. Her mother’s body greeted her eyes as she entered.
She was leaning against the wall, a blood smear behind her, and several huge gashes in her stomach, blood stained the silver carpet around her, that’s when she noticed her mothers clothing was torn to shreds and spread across the room. Whoever killed her had taken the last shred of dignity from her.
“Anna, is that you?” a voice croaked from behind the door. Closing the door, her father was crumpled in the corner, his body broken, he was minuets away from death and Annabelle knew it.
“Yes father it is me.” Her father reached out for her hands.
“Come here my child, I cannot see you, they took my eyes.” Annabelle choked back the tears at seeing her beloved parents like this.
“Daddy,” she flung herself into his arms, “Don’t leave me daddy. I need you.” Tears began to break free.
“I am dying Anna, there’s nothing that can be done, you must go live with your aunt. Just till you’re 18, you wont have to stay forever,” Her father coughed, death was creeping through him quickly.
“Heaven is a place nearby, remember that, I have not left you, neither have your mother and siblings, we’re all staying by your side. Goodbye Anna.” Her father’s last breath left him, and grief began to consume her…again.
Turning to the officer, her face tear-stained already, she spoke softly. “Who? Who killed my parents?”
“We don’t know, your father is a brave man, he managed to call us, only half an hour ago, Anna we don’t know anything more than you do.”
“Well then you’d better get investigating hadn’t you Sam?!” she spat.
Sam had been at both her brothers and sisters deaths, he knew her well. He knew she didn’t know her aunt, but fortunately he knew where to take her. They were old friends, he and Anna. There were only a few years between them, he had joined the force at only seventeen, at twenty he had been doing well.
“Look Anna, get some things packed, nothing of your parents though, you know the rules, I’ll take you to your aunts house.”
“I’m not going there tonight.” She stared him in the eyes, that look always freaked him out, she could stare without blinking for minuets on end.
“Fine, but you are not staying here; you’ll crash at my flat tonight.”
“Deal.” She stool up quickly and spoke coarsely, the tears still streaming down her face. “I’ll pack.” She walked past and up the stairs.
Her sister Rebecca had killed herself, three weeks after their brother had died in a car crash with their uncle. Annabelle, Rebecca and Jonathon were triplets. It hit both the girls hard when the police arrived with the news, so now as Annabelle turns the corner, and sees the police car parked out side her house and the front door open, terror fills her with dread.
“Please only be a burglar, don’t let them be dead.” She pleaded quietly as she began to run down the hill and vault over the wall and pelt into the house.
“Mum!?” Annabelle screamed as she threw her bag and folder into the sitting room, there was no answer.
“Dad!?” she called again softer this time, she was terrified. Her call was answered this time by a voice she clearly recognized as P.C. Scott's,
“That’s the daughter, I’ll go.” The voice came from upstairs, she ran as fast as she could up two flights of stairs, and straight into the officer.
“Why are you here?!” she demanded.
“Anna, it’s your parents, follow me, you should probably see for yourself.” The young blond officer led her up the stairs to her bedroom; the one she had once shared with her siblings, the attic was her room now. Her mother’s body greeted her eyes as she entered.
She was leaning against the wall, a blood smear behind her, and several huge gashes in her stomach, blood stained the silver carpet around her, that’s when she noticed her mothers clothing was torn to shreds and spread across the room. Whoever killed her had taken the last shred of dignity from her.
“Anna, is that you?” a voice croaked from behind the door. Closing the door, her father was crumpled in the corner, his body broken, he was minuets away from death and Annabelle knew it.
“Yes father it is me.” Her father reached out for her hands.
“Come here my child, I cannot see you, they took my eyes.” Annabelle choked back the tears at seeing her beloved parents like this.
“Daddy,” she flung herself into his arms, “Don’t leave me daddy. I need you.” Tears began to break free.
“I am dying Anna, there’s nothing that can be done, you must go live with your aunt. Just till you’re 18, you wont have to stay forever,” Her father coughed, death was creeping through him quickly.
“Heaven is a place nearby, remember that, I have not left you, neither have your mother and siblings, we’re all staying by your side. Goodbye Anna.” Her father’s last breath left him, and grief began to consume her…again.
Turning to the officer, her face tear-stained already, she spoke softly. “Who? Who killed my parents?”
“We don’t know, your father is a brave man, he managed to call us, only half an hour ago, Anna we don’t know anything more than you do.”
“Well then you’d better get investigating hadn’t you Sam?!” she spat.
Sam had been at both her brothers and sisters deaths, he knew her well. He knew she didn’t know her aunt, but fortunately he knew where to take her. They were old friends, he and Anna. There were only a few years between them, he had joined the force at only seventeen, at twenty he had been doing well.
“Look Anna, get some things packed, nothing of your parents though, you know the rules, I’ll take you to your aunts house.”
“I’m not going there tonight.” She stared him in the eyes, that look always freaked him out, she could stare without blinking for minuets on end.
“Fine, but you are not staying here; you’ll crash at my flat tonight.”
“Deal.” She stool up quickly and spoke coarsely, the tears still streaming down her face. “I’ll pack.” She walked past and up the stairs.