Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Sanctuary.

Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.Now if you would like to join in please use the #writephoto badge

Sanctuary

Rachel ran, ran as she had not run for months. The moonlight urging her on she gave her blood lust free range for once . She looked magnificent. By midnight she had killed and disposed of a huge bear and was having her normal internal fight. The werewolf in her craved a human but the tiny but strong human part of her was fighting the craving.

Stopping in a clearing Rachel got the scent of something she craved almost as much as human, Vampire! It was close and it was female and the way she felt right now she could easily take her on. Standing stock still and sniffing the air she located the Vampire. Slowly and silently she crept up to a line of trees, fully aware that she was in the open and at a disadvantage she went carefully and stealthily . As she entered the wood she saw ahead of her a female Vampire bathing in shallow looking pond. Rachel felt a shudder of sheer want pass through her . Closing in, moving silently. The Vampire, at first unaware that she was not alone, suddenly felt Rachel’s hot breath on her neck. In a flash she rounded on Rachel. They stood fang to fang Rachel on the shore the Vampire in the water.

In a flash the Vampire lept out of the water and landed in the snow behind Rachel, who turned on her hind legs and lunged at her victim. Biting the Vampire in the stomach she was spurred on by the taste of flesh. The Vampire let out a scream of anger and dug her nails deep into Rachel’s back. Rachel flicked the Vampire off of her back and pounced on her. The Vampire was trying to bite into Rachel’s neck but Rachel was high from lack of real prey for so long. Biting deep into the Vampire’s chest, Rachel was soon covered by the blood oozing out covering her face and fur. Quickly she ripped out the Vampire’s heart and ate it then just to make sure she ripped off the Vampire’s head , then she quickly lapped up as much blood as she could before the Vampire and her scarlet blood turned to ashes in the snow.

Rachel felt elated she arched her back and throwing back her head she howled at the moon loud and long. As she turned to leave the wood she froze, on the wind she could sense and yes, smell, more Vampires, at least three of them. As she fought madly to clear her mind of moonlight and blood she saw a strange domed building on the far side of the clearing . She ran for the door she had no idea why she was heading to the building… she just felt drawn towards it. Halfway across the clearing to her grateful amazement it started to snow heavily covering her paw prints. As she reached the door her luck was still holding and it was open. As she slunk inside the door closed silently behind her.

Outside she heard the Vampires arrive. They spent what seemed like hours trying to open the door but failing. Walking into the gloom she saw light and felt warmth coming from a fire at the far end of the circular room in which she stood. The fire drew her in and she approached , all the time looking at the writing on the wall above the fireplace.

“This is Sanctuary to all but Vampires”. Feeling exhausted Rachel curled up in front of the fire and slept.

Outside the Vampires tried to enter the Sanctuary without any luck. They then searched for their sister…in vain. Just before dawn they left to seek shelter.

You can read the whole story so far here at The Vampire , the Witch and the Werewolf.

Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt

Thursday photo prompt: Destination #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a path between an avenue of trees. Shadows from hidden sunlight fall across the path, but mist obscures the way forward…

Destination.

When morning took hold it was bright but very misty. Calador shivered as he watched the mist roll up to the ramparts obscuring the road ahead. Though there was sunlight is was pale and held no warmth. The trees that lined the road cast shadows across the short distance he could see.

Wrapping his cloak around him Calador felt the damp but above that he felt a dark menace that he could neither see nor pinpoint. The mist enveloped him, in it he heard the voices of thousands of Vampires, evil beyond his darkest dreams, and humans and animals screaming.

Just as this grew unbearable something touched him on the shoulder, he jumped. Swinging round dagger drawn and ready to defend himself he was shocked to see his sister, Erin.

Wide eyed she stepped back “What is it” she asked, “Are you afraid of your own shadow” she suddenly stopped speaking, hearing the voices in the mist too.

A wind suddenly threw them together, Calador dropping his dagger so as not to stab his sister. The wind dropped as suddenly as it has arisen and the two elves stood in the silence, the voices and the mist all gone.

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Lisa stood looking out of the castle window and watched a new day dawn over the loche, Hope, to all intent and purpose, was sleeping peacefully in a basket by the fire. The child was asleep but in her sleep she was watching over everyone.

Ewan burst in the door making Lisa turn to face him. He bowed and bade her good morning, “Has the wolf returned yet” he asked. “Not yet” Lisa replied, “But I sense she is on her way” Ewan shouted for the women who worked in the kitchen and asked for some food to be brought up as quickly as possible. This done he woke the sleeping boy by the fire and told him to stoke it up.

Lisa sighed with relief as she saw a huge wolf approaching the drawbridge. Passing through all the troops that were eating and readying themselves for the long march to meet the elves. None of the soldiers or their women approached the wolf as she loped through their mist, a few dogs fell in behind her but she saw them off with a look.

Ewan met her at the bottom of the stairs with a robe, he dropped it to the floor and shouted, ” I hope it’s your colour” as he retreated up the steps.

Rachel growled but her yellow eyes turning blue as she transformed once more to her human self, smiled. She put on the robe an electronic blue edged in gold.

Joining the others she ate heartily. After their meal it was decided that she and Lisa would accompany Ewan and the army of men to meet the elves and that Hope was to stay at the castle in care of the cook and her husband, two of Ewan longest serving and most trusted servants. The cook and her husband already had a large family of ten children, what better place to hide this special child. In a large and loving family.

Preparations underway to leave early the next morning Rachel went to sleep while Lisa cradled Hope and told her why she had to leave her here , the child already knew, she knew everything. Soon Lisa too was sleeping tired after the nights vigil.

No one, except maybe Hope knew what lay ahead or where their destination was.

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To be continued.

If you wish to read Lisa’s and Rachel’s story up to this point you can find it here.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Woodland.

It is  Thursday  and once again  it is  time  for  Sue Vincent’s  of  Daily Echo,  photo Challenge #writephoto.  Woodland .

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Woodland

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The  crow  circled  above  the  Witch’s  Castle, confused  by the  fact  that it  was  summer  within  the  castle  walls  and  deep  bleak winter  everywhere  else.

Finally  he  took  the  plunge  and  landed  on a  windowsill  under  a  beautiful  red  rose. He  tapped  at  the  window  pane  until  Caladore  opened it  and  let  him  in. “Well Corvus  what  have  you  seen  and heard.” He  asked  looking  deep into  his  bright  eyes. Corvus  cleared  his  throat  with a  deep  “caw” and  then  proceeded  to  tell Caladore  and  Lisa  what  he  had  seen. Mathew  and  Rachel joined  them  at  the table, Rachel’s  eyes  wide  with  fear and  interest.

Corvus  told  them  of  the  gathering  of  all  the  Vampire  Houses  and  how  the  the  four Ancients  were  laying  their plans  for  war. “The  sky  turned  black  with  hundreds  of Vampires  all arriving  at once. ” He  told  them , “I have  left  my  most  trusted  brother  to  gain  knowledge  of  their  plans.” Will he  be unnoticed ” asked  Mathew , secretly  surprised  that  he was  having  a  conversation  with  a crow!

“He  will indeed”  answered  Corvus  “they  are  not  interested  in  us. To  them …to  you  normally, we  are just  birds, hardly a worthwhile snack! ” Mathew looked across  to Caladore  and  said “It  has  begun” Caladore nodded  sagely, “Yes  we need  to  gather  troops  and  make  plans. ”

Lisa removed  some  meat  from  the  stew  pot  and  put it on  a  plate  and  offered  it  to  Corvus  who  after  his  long  and  cold  flight  ate  greedily. Rachel  reached  out  to  Corvus, who  dodged  her  hand  and  moved  around  to  the  other  side of  the plate. He  eyed  her  cautiously…..” I  don’t  want  your  meat ” smiled  Rachel “I just  wanted  to  stroke  you  I  have  never  had  the chance  to  speak  to  one  of  your  kind before. ” Corvus  thought  for a  moment and  the  replied “Well I  have  never  been one  for  conversing  with  Werewolves  either” Rachel  wasn’t  sure  but  she  thought  she  saw a  twinkle  in  the  crows  eyes.

Caladore  took  some  maps  from  his  bag  and  showed  them  to Corvus, “Can  you show us  where  this  gathering  took place ” he  asked  the  crow . Corvus  obliged and  showed  the  the  road  to  the  beach  near  the  tall tower.

Rachel  could  feel  the  sun  going  down  and  the  pull of  the  full moon  was upon  her. While  the  Elf  and  the  Vampire  made their  plans,  Lisa  and  Rachel  walked out  to  the edge of  the  castle  boundaries where  there  was a  small piece  of  woodland. It was  calm  and warm  there  in  the  light of  the  setting  sun . A haven, a spot of  piece  caught in  late  summer  on  the  inside  of  the castle  garden  walls, while  a  freezing  blizzard  raged on  the outside.

Lisa  and  Rachel  sat  watched  the  dying  rays  of  the  sun  playing  along  the  ground  Hope  was sleeping  soundly  strapped  to  Lisa’s  chest  and  as  the last  of  the  sun@s rays  faded  so  Rachel’s  body  elongated  and  became  hirsute  and  in minutes  she  was   beautiful  werewolf .

Lisa laid  hope  down  at  Rachel  paws  and  smiled  at  how  the  baby  stroked  at  Rachel, she  knew  how  much  Rachel  was  still grieving  for her  lost  child. As  it  grew  darker  Corvus  flew down  to  woodland to  tell  the  Witch and  Werewolf  he  was  now  off  on  a  mission  to  ask  the  Elf elders  for  help  in  persuading  the  humans  to  join  their  side in  this  coming war.

Rachel got  to  her  four paws  and  picked up  Hope in  her  mouth  and  she  and  Lisa  returned  to  the  castle. As  they  walked  away  a  few  flakes  of  snow  fell on  the  woodland  and  from under  the  wall a  thin line  of  ice  began  to  spread  toward  the  castle, unseen and as yet and un-felt.

You  can read  the  whole  story  so far  here 

 

 

 

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge : Distant.

Part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge , #writephoto. Thank you Sue for another fabulously atmospheric photo I swear that you travel time and space to get them! So this week the prompt is Distant.

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I am continuing my story ‘Vampires the Witch and the Werewolf’ you can read the story so far here.

Distant

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Roman stood on the shore of the lake and looked to the distant mountains. Covered in a winter’s snow of his making . He was strong , the strongest he had ever been in the aeons of his existence. Half a mile away at the tower the other three Ancients stopped feeding and saw through his eyes. The dark waters, the standing stones, on the far shore rose the mountains majestic in the nights light.

Roman was planning his next move. From every point of this world Vampires were heading to join him . Every single House was bound to answer an Ancients summons and was headed this way. Roman could feel the quickening surging through him. The other three felt it too and the urge in them grew, their poor victims who had been tied up and fed upon for a couple of days were now pounced upon and their blood was drained out of them .

The humans in the villages and towns saw the sky turn black as the Vampires flew towards the tower , the Werewolves also saw them and began to join up with other packs …. It was plain to see that evil was spreading and fear was infectious among the humans who had the most to lose.

The world seemed to be shrinking as evil gathered and could be seen darkening all horizons. The distance between light and dark was shrinking , the dark was winning. War was no longer a distant threat.

Roman called to the other ancients to join him to greet the arrivals. They immediately left the tower and flew to his side, stopping only to pick up a poor unfortunate woman on her way home. Roman famished and highly aroused bit into the jugular of the of the woman …. a fleeting glimpse of Fay came to him writhing in ecstasy as he rode her. Unfortunately for his victim he stopped feeding and threw her to the ground where he forced himself inside her. The more she screamed in agony the harder he thrust . After he came, he sucked her dry , as her last breath left her, he cursed her for being a mere human as he wanted more his lust was not sated.

Morgan, a female Ancient smelt the broken body “I smell a baby…” she said , “No” said Roman “I have had it’s blood ” he snapped, wiping his mouth with his handkerchief.

Before anymore could be said the first of the Vampire Houses arrived, they darkened the night , blotting out the moon. They assembled on the shore in front of the four who were to be their generals. All of them beautiful and deadly dangerous.

As more Houses arrived a black crow took off from a nearby vantage point and flew off into the night, unnoticed, towards the Witches castle …………

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt Challenge: Crow.

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt Challenge.

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The Crow

Mathew came through the door still stunned not only by the pleasant warmth but how suddenly his spirits had lifted.

Calador greeted him as a friend hugging him and offering him a drink.  Mathew was taken aback this elf was so open hearted and generous, not many greeted a Vampire like this and meant it.

Lisa put Hope back in her drawer and said to Mathew. “Would you like to talk about it” “Talk about what ” enquired Rachel. 

A look of sorrow, anger and pain  crossed Mathew’s face as it all returned to him. ” I have killed Fay, I had to” Mathew sat down and to everyone’s horror he wept. Huge tears that ran down his face leaving red marks.

Rachel crossed the room to take him in her arms. The smell and touch of her helped. Mathew took a deep breath and told them all about Fay’s alience with Roman and the Ancients. How she wanted him to side with them. How he had fought with her to her ugly death…… Worst still how he felt he had been fighting Roman right up until she died when she had again become his sister.

Rachel was stunned and sickened to her stomach, the shock turned her into her Werewolf form. Lisa and Calador were not shocked, having physic powers they had known the second,the place and the method of her death. 

Mathew turned to Lisa and asked… “How did you not know of her treachery, why did you not warn me?” Calador rose from his chair “she could not if known even I saw nothing untoward in her thoughts.  Roman probably wove a spell over her to hide her true intentions”

Sighing Mathew lay down next to Rachel and stroked her coat, looking into her ice blue eyes he pleaded “come back to me Rachel I need you”

Lisastod and Calador picked up Hope and headed for the door,”We will watch the sunset from the roof” adding quietly as they left “we don’t need to be physic to know what they need to do”  Lisa giggled as Calador put his arm around her waist. Then she felt a warm bubbling feeling in parts of her body that she thought had died with Mark. Calador looked into her eyes and said, telepathically “don’t feel guilty I ask nothing until or even if you are ever ready.” Lisa let out a sigh and smiled at this beautiful gentle Elf before her.

Back in the room as the sun set Mathew felt himself aroused as Rachel returned to her human form. Every bone in his body wanted her and he could see she felt the same. 

They had sex, fast and furious on the floor in front of the fire,then Mathew carried Rachel to the bed and they slowly and gently, this time,  made love…….

Out on the roof of the castle tower Calador and Lisa surveyed the frozen wastes outside the castle perimeter, such a contrast to their own Indian summer.

A crow that had been watching them from a nearby tree fluttered across and landed on Calador’s arm.

“Hello mister Crow and how are you?” Asked Lisa. The Crow looked from  one to the other then said ” My name is Corvo and I have come to join you in your hour of need.  I have many brothers and sisters and we want to side with you.”

“Then you are all welcome” said Lisa and Calador together as one.

The rest of story so far is here  at Vampires, The Witch and the Warewolf.

Thursday photo prompt – Ebb – #writephoto

This  week the  Thursday  Photo Prompt  fro Sue Vincent  of  Daily Echo  is  Ebb.

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EBB

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Mathew  rose  early the  evening  after after  Hope’s  fit. Since  his  nearly  fatal  run in   with the  three  werewolves  he  had  encountered a month back he had been  sleeping  late. This  evening  though he  awoke  ready  to  deal  with  anything.

Finding  that  Lisa, and Rachel  were out  he  decided  to  go  hunting. He  Sent  his  thoughts  to Rachel. Making sure  she, Lisa and  the  baby  were  safe  and  together.  This done he  set off to hunt.  Though  cold  it felt  good  to be out .

Rachel  and  Lisa  had  spent  the  day  out  gathering  provisions, with  the  weather so very  cold  they had  decided  it  was  wise. They  had  walked  to  the  nearest village  and  traded  some  of  Lisa’s  potions  for  as  much  food  and  essentials as  they  could. Rachel  had  taken  her  wolf  form  so  to  those  they  met  they  had  just  appeared  as a young  mother and  a  wolf.  Lisa had  managed to  strap a  bag  to  Rachel’s  back  so  they  could  share  the load. As the  light  began to fade  they turned back  and  headed  towards  the  tower.

As  they  approached the  tidal  lake Lisa  thought  how  much it  reminded  her  of   her  lovely  cottage  by  the  sea. The  tide  was  out and  though  there  was  no  sign  of  sand  there  were  green algae covered  steps leading  off  to  the  distance. Up on  the  hill above  the  lake  there  stood  some  ruins also  not  unlike  the  ones  near  her  home.

As  they  skirted  the  shore  of  the  lake  Rachel  reflected on  the ebb and  flow  of  her  life . Not  unlike  the  life  of  this  huge lake. The  fullness  of  love  she  had  known  from  her  parents, the  knowledge  they  had  imparted  to her about  her  kind and  how  to  live in  harmony  with  nature.  That was  the  first  flow

Then  the great ebb when  the  Vampires  had  killed  her parents  leaving  her  lost  and  wandering   only  to  found  by  a  group  of  unscrupulous humans who  had  a  travelling  circus. It took  her  years  to  escape  their  cruelty  leaving  them  dead  except  for  their  servant,  a  young  gypsy who  had always  been  kind  to her.

The  years  she  spent  alone  in  the  wilderness never  approaching human’s  or  wolf packs   let  alone  werewolves  knowing  none  would  accept  her.  Another  ebb.

Then  the  great  flow  when  she  met Mathew, became  pregnant ,  then  met Lisa  and  Hope  and  begrudgingly, yes  even Fay.

Lisa carrying  Hope  close  to her to keep  her  warm  could  not  stop herself  from  crying.  She  could  no longer  see any  future  just  the  ebbing  away all that  is  good  and  right. As far  as  she  could  see  all was dying , bar  evil.

As  they  left  the  shore of  the  lake,  a  tall thin  figure  stepped  out  on  to  the  road  in front of  them. Lisa’s step faltered  and  Rachel  bristled  and  snarled . They  both  peered  at  the  figure  then  both  said  at  once…. “An Elf! ”

You can  read  the  story  so  far  here.

Thursday Photo Challenge: The Spur.

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt. Entitled The Spur.

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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.

You can read the story so far here

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