This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt. Entitled The Spur.
The Spur
It was late afternoon, Fay awoke alone covered in blood, bites and bruises. She savoured everyone of them. So bewitched and compelled was she by Roman that she actually sort out his cruelty.
Vampires needed to be hurt to feel, everything needs to be harsher, darker and more intense for them to feel anything.
She looked up from the filthy bed that she lay on and saw the spur hanging on the wall. Old and rusty, her eyes rolled and her body quivered as she recalled Roman running it down her body. Cutting deeply her breast and stomach and then it being dragged through her legs and up her back. At one point she lost consciousness waking later to find Roman inside her.
Lying on the bed of rags she wandered how that “shewolf” could ever satisfy her brother… Fay drifted off to sleep. Dreams of war filling her head and in the mist of it all she saw Mathew about to loose his head and the werewolf and the witch burning at the stake. Fay was in extasy watching the carnage….. Then a voice, she had heard before, spoke in her head. “This shall not happen I will not allow it.” It was Hope’s voice she heard. Hope’s voice and her face, yet not Hope’s face for the face was beautiful and ageless. Not that of a baby’s.
Fay spat at the face and told it to go! Fay woke sweating, all her senses heightened!. Sitting up she was alone and cold all the feelings she so craved had deserted her. The twisted joy of the night before, gone!
Fay dressed, looking out on the evening devouring the valley she screamed in frustration and anguish the empty, soullessness that was her norm had returned, but now it hurt!
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Back at the Witches Tower Rachel and Lisa were concerned about Hope. She had been disturbed all afternoon and just before dusk she had, had two fits. Thankfully the child was sleeping the sleep of the innocent now. As the two females looked on they were sure they saw the baby smile.
Lisa was disturbed, everytime she lifted Hope she got flashes of bloody war. Also, and this she could not understand, she kept seeing an old rusty spur hanging on a wall.
What Lisa knew was that war was coming, something had spurred it on.
Oct 19, 2017 @ 14:55:09
Good evening 🐞

Oct 19, 2017 @ 15:18:19
Love it sis!
Oct 19, 2017 @ 15:25:22
Thank you Sis 💜
Oct 19, 2017 @ 16:16:42
A fantastic chapter in this tale, Willow.
Oct 19, 2017 @ 16:17:52
It’s bounding forward to trouble now!. 😱💜
Oct 22, 2017 @ 09:38:39
Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.
Oct 22, 2017 @ 10:07:48
Thank you Sue 💟
Oct 22, 2017 @ 12:32:45
Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
Nov 09, 2017 @ 14:26:31
Thank you so much, sorry for late reply you were in my Spam
Oct 22, 2017 @ 19:46:04
Another fabulous instalment, Sis, things are looking that they might get very nasty! 🙂
Oct 29, 2017 @ 09:42:10
Hi Judy just found three of your messages in my spam, glad you like the episode. 🌹🌹🌹
Oct 29, 2017 @ 09:53:10
I have been ending up in everyone’s spam folders at the moment, Sis! 😦
Oct 29, 2017 @ 10:49:13
Well I shall be dungeon checking for you from now on 🌹🌹🌹🌹
Oct 29, 2017 @ 12:31:53
Thanks, Sis x
Oct 29, 2017 @ 11:43:15
Always keeping an eye out for you Hun 💜 💝💖💜
Oct 29, 2017 @ 14:11:54
Thanks Willow, I appreciate it xx
Oct 29, 2017 @ 22:46:22
🌹💜
Oct 26, 2017 @ 12:34:07
Thank you xx
Oct 26, 2017 @ 12:47:45
Gruesome!
Oct 26, 2017 @ 13:07:52
Yes indeed 💜😱
Oct 26, 2017 @ 13:14:14
oops! that sounds awful…. but it was good to write.
Oct 26, 2017 @ 13:57:12
It’s much better to write than to do. I imagine 🙂
Oct 26, 2017 @ 13:58:28
I certainly wouldn’t argue with that.💜💜💜💜
Oct 26, 2017 @ 14:01:53
If you did I’d be very worried 🙂
Oct 26, 2017 @ 14:17:05
Yes I see what you mean ….. honest I am very meek and mild mannered. 💜💜
Oct 26, 2017 @ 15:13:19
I believe you (thousands wouldn’t).
Oct 26, 2017 @ 15:22:18
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Oct 26, 2017 @ 15:35:33
🙂