The Outsider
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
872
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 4
When Sam next opened his eyes, Anna was no longer by his side. Before he could panic however, she walked in the open bedroom door with two mugs of coffee and wearing his police uniform shirt. Smiling she held a mug out to him as he sat up. She sat beside him.
“Morning.” She said softly, ruffling his blond hair.
“Anna?” Sam looked serious.
“Shouldn’t you visit your aunt…I mean she’ll have been expecting you for five days.”
“Hmm…I s’pose so.” Sam nodded.
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The servants watched from the windows as a car pulled up the drive and a young woman, who looked very much like their mistress got out. As they watched she was greeted by her reflection, only 50 years older…but didn’t look 67 or infact over 20.
Annabelle looked at her aunt unable to believe her eyes, this woman who was supposed to be old, looked only a few years older than herself.
“Annabelle, darling. I’m so sorry. Your parents were such good people.”
“They were, ‘Becca and Jon to.”
“Of course child, your siblings, they were good people as well.” Her aunt smiled and welcomed her to her new home. “I see you’ve brought a guest.”
“I hope you don’t mind. This is P.C. Sam Scott, he’s been very helpful over the last few years.”
“Pleased to meet your aquaintence son.” Sam shook the womans hand as she took it. “this way then.”
Anna looked up at the house as they were led in. It was a huge building, gothic arcitechture at her first guess, but as they moved through the door, and into a courtyard, she began to realize the house had roman qualities. It was made of red brick, but had the huge traditional gothic windows that took up almost all the space in the wall. Turning around above the door way she had just walked through, she saw Roman carvings in the brick.
“wow” she breathed.
“indeed, that was all I could say when I first came to live here, I was your age.” Anna looked puzzled,
“You haven’t lived here all your life?” Her aunt shook her head.
“No, when my parents died I was sent here to live with my aunt. I took on a new name then, the one I carry now. Call me Tarya.” Anna wanted to know more, wanted to understand. But not in front of Sam, he was her friend, nothing more. Last night was a mistake. She couldn’t fathom why, but somehow she knew that she had to find out without him.
'Mistakes my child are what makes us who we are.' Anna looked over at her aunt who seemed oblivious as did Sam to the voice.
'Excuse me? Who are you?'
'I am your great aunt, yes I am still alive, in a way. A living kind of deceased.'
'A vampire? Legends and myths real?'
'If only that were true, no the only ‘legend’ that exists is that of the creatures of the night. Your aunt, is a childe of the night.'
'But she can walk in the sun! How does that work? '
'Now, there you see. I shall leave you to settle in. Lock your door at night. We will meet soon. '
'Wait!' The voice didn’t return. She looked around and focused on where she was again. Somehow she had to manage to concentrate on her aunt, Ignore Sam without being rude. She had to make him leave before she could ask her aunt anything…well leave the two alone.
They turned a corner and were greeted by two huge statues. Anna recognized them immediately as larger versions of the two she had kept in her attic. Sam stood transfixed by the gigantic white marble statues towering over them, he didn’t notice as Anna picked up the blade at the feet of the first.
A woman, rising high above her, a tower of strength and beauty beyond any human. Anna a puppet at this great womans feet, the blade’s hilt in her left hand she gripped the blade with her right and dragged the blade through her flesh. Blood dripped through her fingers and down onto the feet of the statue…Sam saw that. Anna moved onto the next statue and repeated the ritual, Sam tried in vein to restrain her.
“No Sam.” She said brushing him off her with more ease than usual, she was getting stronger. “I have to do this.” And she let the blood flow free again. She looked up and stared into the face of the god of war, then followed her aunt onward to the guest rooms.
“Morning.” She said softly, ruffling his blond hair.
“Anna?” Sam looked serious.
“Shouldn’t you visit your aunt…I mean she’ll have been expecting you for five days.”
“Hmm…I s’pose so.” Sam nodded.
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The servants watched from the windows as a car pulled up the drive and a young woman, who looked very much like their mistress got out. As they watched she was greeted by her reflection, only 50 years older…but didn’t look 67 or infact over 20.
Annabelle looked at her aunt unable to believe her eyes, this woman who was supposed to be old, looked only a few years older than herself.
“Annabelle, darling. I’m so sorry. Your parents were such good people.”
“They were, ‘Becca and Jon to.”
“Of course child, your siblings, they were good people as well.” Her aunt smiled and welcomed her to her new home. “I see you’ve brought a guest.”
“I hope you don’t mind. This is P.C. Sam Scott, he’s been very helpful over the last few years.”
“Pleased to meet your aquaintence son.” Sam shook the womans hand as she took it. “this way then.”
Anna looked up at the house as they were led in. It was a huge building, gothic arcitechture at her first guess, but as they moved through the door, and into a courtyard, she began to realize the house had roman qualities. It was made of red brick, but had the huge traditional gothic windows that took up almost all the space in the wall. Turning around above the door way she had just walked through, she saw Roman carvings in the brick.
“wow” she breathed.
“indeed, that was all I could say when I first came to live here, I was your age.” Anna looked puzzled,
“You haven’t lived here all your life?” Her aunt shook her head.
“No, when my parents died I was sent here to live with my aunt. I took on a new name then, the one I carry now. Call me Tarya.” Anna wanted to know more, wanted to understand. But not in front of Sam, he was her friend, nothing more. Last night was a mistake. She couldn’t fathom why, but somehow she knew that she had to find out without him.
'Mistakes my child are what makes us who we are.' Anna looked over at her aunt who seemed oblivious as did Sam to the voice.
'Excuse me? Who are you?'
'I am your great aunt, yes I am still alive, in a way. A living kind of deceased.'
'A vampire? Legends and myths real?'
'If only that were true, no the only ‘legend’ that exists is that of the creatures of the night. Your aunt, is a childe of the night.'
'But she can walk in the sun! How does that work? '
'Now, there you see. I shall leave you to settle in. Lock your door at night. We will meet soon. '
'Wait!' The voice didn’t return. She looked around and focused on where she was again. Somehow she had to manage to concentrate on her aunt, Ignore Sam without being rude. She had to make him leave before she could ask her aunt anything…well leave the two alone.
They turned a corner and were greeted by two huge statues. Anna recognized them immediately as larger versions of the two she had kept in her attic. Sam stood transfixed by the gigantic white marble statues towering over them, he didn’t notice as Anna picked up the blade at the feet of the first.
A woman, rising high above her, a tower of strength and beauty beyond any human. Anna a puppet at this great womans feet, the blade’s hilt in her left hand she gripped the blade with her right and dragged the blade through her flesh. Blood dripped through her fingers and down onto the feet of the statue…Sam saw that. Anna moved onto the next statue and repeated the ritual, Sam tried in vein to restrain her.
“No Sam.” She said brushing him off her with more ease than usual, she was getting stronger. “I have to do this.” And she let the blood flow free again. She looked up and stared into the face of the god of war, then followed her aunt onward to the guest rooms.