Thursday Photo Prompt. Writephoto. Blue

This is my entry for Sue Vincent’s of Daily Echo Thursday photo Prompt. Rules and Pingback Here.

I have been unable to blog for a while but I am trying to get back into writing so today I have managed another chapter of my SoC story the whole story can be found here at  Vampires,the Witch and the Werewolf.


Once again Mathew stood a beach watching the moon throwing a silver shadow across the calm surface of the sea. Again he felt the long lost emotions washing over him. Deep gnawing loss, shock and horror and to make it all worse guilt.

It was cold and silent and Mathew shivered, he looked down at his feet to were there was a pile of ashes. A sudden wind took them and sent them into a flurry across the shore. Mathew felt the unfamiliar salty taste of tears on his lips.

He  watched his sister’s ashes fly away. He wept until he could almost feel nothing again. His beautiful sister was gone after eons together and he felt alone. Not only was she dead but she had died at his hands.

Replaying it all in his head Mathew was still shocked. Fay had joined in the forrest and for a while all was normal they hunted together.  Then she asked him where his aligience lay, was it with Roman and the Ancients, would he follow them into the brewing war. Would he kill the werewolf bitch and suck the blood from the witch and her brat?

Mathew had been stunned he knew which side he should be on but he could not think of killing Rachel or Lisa let alone little Hope. He had spun round and looked Fay in the eye. “It would not come to that” he shouted. “It already has! “screamed his sister. “Choose me and the Ancients” Fay glared at him. 

“I can’t,  Mathew said, “I won’t side against Rachel and Lisa.” Mathew looked at his sister she was right there infront of him but it was not her. He saw Roman in her eyes he felt Roman in her touch. 

Then the fight began, she grabbed him and drew out a silver knife from inside her cloak aiming for his heart she lunged at him. Mathew was too fast for her he shot away from her. 

“No” he shouted at her, he knocked the knife from her hand and so the fight to the death began. Fay bit scratched and ripped lumps of skin from  Mathew’s body.  She was like a demon possessed.

Finally Mathew found the strength to smash her against some rocks on the beach. He saw that she was impailed on a piece of drift wood, straight through the chest. Hissing and screaming she tried to wrench herself free. 

Mathew ran to her and started to help her, he had almost pulled her free when she bit into his chest trying to rip his heart out. Again Mathew saw Roman in her eyes and the hate she felt for him was tangible.

It was over in a moment, he pushed her back down and then  pulled her to the side ripping her chest open exposing her beating heart. He would never forget the terrified look in her eyes as she murmured his name… Roman was gone, this was his sister  he was killing.

Her heart beating still in his hand her body hanging limp on the drift wood. Mathew lifted Fay and laid her on the sand. Her heart and her blood already  turned to ash he carried her nearer to sea.

It only took seconds for Fay’s body to turn to ash and then gently blow away.

Roman sat in his tall tower angry that Mathew had killed Fay. He did not care that Fay was dead he was angry that she had alerted Mathew to the Ancients plans. 

Mathew needed to get back to Rachel.


46 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ritu
    Dec 28, 2017 @ 18:05:13

    Oh no!!!! You are definitely back sis!


  2. James
    Dec 28, 2017 @ 18:42:25

    A part of an epic tale no doubt. Well done.


    • willowdot21
      Dec 28, 2017 @ 18:45:56

      It part of a tale, epic or not is for you to decide πŸ’œ I have enjoyed writing it though πŸ’œ


      • James
        Dec 28, 2017 @ 18:53:21

        Thanks. I took a peek. Looks like you used various photo prompts to create a series of chapters for your unified story. I don’t have the bandwidth to read them all now, so I’ll save them for another time. Thanks, Willow.

      • willowdot21
        Dec 28, 2017 @ 19:12:48

        Yes I have been writing the story as SoC .. Stream of Consciousness basis, I write each chapter per the prompt no planning or for thought. If you do read I hope you’ll tell me what you think πŸ’œπŸŒΉπŸŒΉ

      • James
        Dec 28, 2017 @ 19:23:14

        Thanks. I’d planned on looking up “SoC.” That would probably drive me nuts since I love to research my stories.

      • willowdot21
        Dec 28, 2017 @ 19:43:31

        I love to write at of consciousness it keeps me on my toes!

  3. Jane Dougherty
    Dec 28, 2017 @ 20:00:54

    Such a lot of emotion in this for such a grisly story!


  4. Sue Vincent
    Dec 28, 2017 @ 20:29:47

    Lovely to have you back, Willow… but a rather grisly end for Fay.


  5. bravingmentalillness
    Dec 28, 2017 @ 20:43:22

    Hi! This is my first time getting a chance to read your work. It’s thought provoking, deep, and leaves you wanting more. I hope you keep writing. Thanks!


  6. Michael
    Dec 28, 2017 @ 21:14:54

    Very engaging tale willow..


  7. Eric Alagan
    Dec 29, 2017 @ 00:28:51

    Nice one. When one is possessed, familiarity is lost and we see the hidden evil. But when mortally wounded, the evil vanishes and leaves behind the familiar one, the one we love. You captured this well.


    • willowdot21
      Dec 29, 2017 @ 08:10:56

      Thank you Eric, I felt this was how it might be. I am also trying to explain that Mathew, for reasons in the story , is regaining his mortality. Mathew is also a Vampire. πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸŒΉ


  8. Dale
    Dec 29, 2017 @ 01:50:51

    Holy moly! You pulled me right in and now I want to learn the back story and what comes next!


  9. anuragbakhshi
    Dec 29, 2017 @ 07:29:59

    Ooo, this was epic. Do you have other stories of these people or is this is the first one? Happy new year.


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  11. robbiesinspiration
    Dec 31, 2017 @ 10:31:17

    Oooooh, Willow, this is brutal. Well done.


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