Vampires,the Witch and the Werewolf

This  story  grew  from a Thursday  Photo Challenge  which is  run  by  Sue  Vincent  of  Daily  Echo. Well I  stopped  writing  this  story  in  June  this  year wanting  to  think about it  and  flesh it out. So  far  the  stars  or  rather  real  life  has  been against  me   but  today’s photo prompt  has inspired  me  to   pull up  my  socks  and  work on  this story….. It  may  not  be a  novel  but I  do  feel it  is something. There  will be  changes  and  cuts  but  for  now  here  are  the  bones  of  the  story  with  Sue’s  wonderful  photo prompts.  I am hoping  it  will be  a case of  watch  this space!!

So  the  working  title  is  VAMPIRES, THE WITCH AND  THE WEREWOLF.
The  Tryst

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She  came  around  the  side  of  the  summer house  to  find  him  waiting! The  relief  she  felt  was  impossible  to  measure. He  was  concerned,  did  anyone  see  her  leave, was  she followed. She  soothed  his  hair  and  told him  all  was safe, as  ever  she  had  been  careful.

It  was getting  harder  for  them  to meet, the  war was  encroaching  on  their lives  and  everyone  was  feeling  threatened . No one  was safe  from  prying  eyes. Their  eyes  met  in  the  darkling  of  the  late evening.  They  leaned  into  each other  to kiss. The  electricity  between  them  was visible. Running  his  hands  down  her  back  he  felt something  hot  and  wet…… blood.  He  withdrew  from  their  embrace  and  asked her  with  concern  how had  she been wounded !

Hunters  she  said.  As  she  crossed  the  mountain range  yesterday  evening  they  had  almost  caught her.  Fear and  anger flashed  in her  eyes, she  was so brave  he loved  her  more  each  time  they  met.

Do  you  think , she  asked him, would  their  two peoples  ever  come  to  a real peace. He looked her in  the eye and  said he had  no  answer. Time  passsed and  they made  love  long  and  blissfully.

They were readying  to  leave  and  go  their  separate  ways  when  they  heard  a noise behind them.   In  a flash  she  turned  and  saw  torches  approaching . He  put his  finger  on  her  lips. My people  he  said, go ,go now he  whispered.

She  turned  and  ran  into  the  night.   He  gazed after  her as she  disappeared at  speed across  the valley.  Not  a  second  too soon as  three  Vampires landed next  to  him!

There has  been a  sighting  of  a werewolf   bitch  on  the  mountain  road they  told him.  Had  he  seen or  heard  anything they  asked.    Looking  them  straight  in  the  eyes  he  replied  yes, he  had  flown over  a  group  of  human  hunter’s  with  a  bitch  carcass on  their  sledge.

Fingers  tightly  crossed under  his  coat  he  bared his  fangs  at  the  lead  male. One  less  for us  to  worry  about   he  said . To  his  relief  they  all laughed  as  they  took off  north into  the  now  night  sky.

10 miles away to  the  south she  stopped  to lick  her  wounds.  Slowing  her  breath  to  almost  nothing  she  felt  for  the  tiny  life inside  her, it  fluttered,  it breathed…. to  the  gods of  the  the 5 races.   What  would  this  she  was carrying  be . It  would  be loved!

 Bridge

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She  had  been  running  all day with thoughts  of Mathew, her  beautiful  Vampire, filling her  head.  Today was  the  first  day  she really  had  the  strength  to  run  properly. It  had  taken  three  dangerous  days  of  cleaning  and  resting  to  heal  her  wounds.

She  had  had  to  lie  low with  the  constant  threat  of  Human Hunters and Vampires. The  Dawfs and Elves  were no  threat  but  sadly  they  were  dying out and  were  seen  less and  less.  This  was  sad  because  they  were kind  and  honourable  races.

It was  early  afternoon  when  she  reached  the  bridge. The  water  was  clear  and  clean and  the  shadows  were  cool  and offered an ideal  hiding  place.  She  had  eaten  12 hours  ago  and  luckily  she  had  had a  good  meal and  even  with  her  precious  cargo  she  felt  full  and  satisfied.  Out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye  she  saw  a  water  rat  scuttle  into  a  crack in  the  brickwork… humm! she  thought  a  nice  snack  for later.

She  had  been  pregnant  for  two  and  a half  months  now  and had  stayed  werewolf  for  the  entire  time as  she instinctively  knew  her  human  form  could  not  carry  this  child, let  alone  deliver  it.  What  strange  things  human were, weak  and often  cruel. The  Vampires  where strong and  always  beautiful  but  so heartless.  Well that  went  without  saying.

What had  drawn  her  to  her  beautiful Mathew, he  had  smelt so  different  to  the others. The  smell of  death  and  blood  was  there  but  something else she  still did not  know  what.   She  had  been  drawn  to him, not only  by  his hypnotic  stare, nor his  melodic voice there was something more.  She  had  been in  human  form, naked  and  vulnerable, when  she  first  saw him.  She  was  going  to  change  and  fight.

He had  called  to her, “I am alone  and  know  what  you  are  please stay.  I don’t  want to  fight or  harm  you ”.   She  had  been drawn  to him  naturally  and  by  no  magic powers  and  they  both  knew  their  relationship  was  special.

She  was  suddenly  awoken  from  her  reverie   by  the  smell of  human on  the  wind. Not  pleased she  skulked  back into  the the  shadows.  The  smell  got  stronger  as  the  human  neared  the  bridge. Hidden in  the  dark, listening  to  the  soft  flow  of  the  water,  she  readied  to  protect  herself.

The  human came  into  view  and  to  the   werewolf’s  surprise  it  was a  young girl.  She  was also heavily  pregnant.  Suddenly  her  softer side  kicked in and  she  sat  and  watched  as  the  young  woman  drank  from  the  water  and  rested  in  the sun  for  a while.   When rested  the  young  woman  moved on.

The  Werewolf  felt  her  baby  move.  Not  long now she  thought, anytime  within  the  next two  weeks.  After  a  drink  she  was  about  to  settle  down  for a  rest  when  she  smelt  Vampire!   At that  very  moment  she  heard  the  young  girl  scream. Without  a  second  thought  she  was  bounding  out from under the  bridge , all her  senses  alive  and  every hackle on her  back  up,  toward  the  screams.  Human or  not  that  particular  Vampire  was  not  going  to  feed  if  she  could  help it.  Not  without a  fight.

The Well

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As  she  rounded  the  corner  and  left  the  river  bank  she  could  see  the  young human,  heavily  pregnant, pinned  down  by a  female  Vampire!  Anger  made  her  howl loudly.  Damn  she  thought,  so  much  for  surprise!

Luckily  the Vampire  was taken  by  surprise  and  let  go  of  the  girl, who  fell heavily  to  the  ground  and  cried  out.  Swiftly  leaping  at  the  Vampire,  the werewolf knocked the wind out of  her as  she hit the ground.

The  Vampire dug  her  long  red  nails into  the  werewolf’s neck  and  lent  forward  to  suck  her  blood. The  werewolf let  the  Vampire  become  intoxicated  on  some  of  her  blood and  as  she  watched saw  her  eyes  roll…immediately  she  went  for  the Vampires  pale  white  throat biting  deep  and hard.

Show  no  mercy  she  told  herself , they  would  show  you  none.  Fighting  for  her  life, fighting  for  the  baby  she  carried  inside  her, she  ripped  the  heart  out  of  the  Vampire.  The taste of  dead  flesh  sickened  her  more  than  normal.  As  soon a s  felt the  the  body  of  the Vampire  disintegrate  beneath her  paws  she  slowly  relaxed.

Feeling  tired , so  tired  she  could  not help  herself  from  morphing into  human shape. Her opponent dead  she  lay on  the  blood caked  grass exhausted.

The  young woman   crawled across  to  her  and  covered  her  with  her  shawl.   Two hours  passed  and  the  Warewolf  slept.  The  young  woman  sat  and  watched  her.

As  she  woke  the  Warewolf came  face  to  face  with  the young  human.  The  girl  smiled  and  said “you  look as  far along  as  I  am ”.  Sitting  up  the  Warewolf   snarled  at  the  woman  and  then  nodded  “yes” she  replied  I  am almost  ready  to  drop  my  cub.  The  young  woman  said  she  was  almost  due  too.

The  human  said  they  should  not  stay  too long  as  it  was  getting  dark  and  late.   She  said  her  name  was  Lisa  and  she  was  grateful  to  the werewolf for  saving her.

Lisa  looked into  the  werewolfs’ eyes  and  asked her name.  After  a  long silence the  injured werewolf replied that her  name  was Rachel.  Lisa  asked Rachel  were  she was staying  that  night . “Under  the  bridge ”, Rachel said.   Lisa said  she  would  not  hear  of it  and  that  Rachel  must  come  back  with  her  to  her  house.  Rachel  tried to  argue  but  Lisa  was more  than  a match  for her!  Come on  she  said  getting  up.  Then  stopping  dead  she  turned  and  said  you  cannot  travel  like  that, trying  not  to look at Rachel’s  nakedness.

“You are  right” Rachel  agreed “this  form  will not  bare  me,  the  cub is  heavy  and  my  injuries  are painful.”  Looking  at  Lisa  she  said   ” I  swear  I  shall  not  hurt  you,  I  am  going  to  change.”  With  that  she  changed  into  a huge  wolf.  Lisa  looked  at  her  with  admiration  and  whispered ” You  are  the  most  beautiful  wolf  I  have  ever  seen”

The  pregnant  human  and  the  pregnant  wolf  walked  together  towards  the  setting  sun  and  Lisa’s  house. The  light  had  almost  gone  by  the  time  they  reached  Lisa’s dwelling.  Rachel  stopped  by  the  spring  in  Lisa’s  garden  and  lapped  greedily  at the  water.  I shall make  you  some  tea  to  drink  Lisa  said.  Rachel  turned  her  beautiful  eyes  towards  Lisa  and  Lisa  knew  instinctively what  Rachel  was  thinking.

“Okay , Rachel I understand, you  can stay a wolf”.  Lisa  could  not  help  but  stroke  Rachel’s  sleek  coat.  “I  live  alone  but  you  do  look  more  comfortable  as a wolf”.  OH! cried  Lisa  “You are bleeding.  Let  me  bathe  your  wound. My  spring  has  healing   powers, yes  it  does ”  Lisa  reassured  Rachel, who  was  now looking  at  her  with a thousand   questions  in  her  eyes.  “How  do I know?  Well  they  call me  the  witch.” Rachel  shifted on  her  paws.  Lisa  stroked  her  again, “please  don’t  mistrust  me,  I  am a  white  witch.”

Rachel  and  Lisa  looked  at  each other  and  each  knew  they  could  trust the other.

  HORIZON

Lisa settled Rachel onto a warm blanket, then she set about lighting the fire and preparing some food,

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Mathew stood on a beach watching the sun set.  He was alone, not just physically but mentally too.  He wanted Rachel in his arms more than ever.

He thought back to when he saw her last.  She had smelt different.  Her scent, though always seductive, was even more so!  Looking out to the horizon and seeing the setting sun, the colours in the sky, the glimmer on the sea, he wept.

He was stunned by the feel of hot tears on his face.  Wiping them away he was shocked. He had not cried in eons, not since he had been turned.  Nor had he felt mental pain or emotions, nothing until he had met Rachel.  She had changed his existence.

It hurt.  Suddenly he could see this view as it really was.  He was feeling emotions, he was seeing colours.  He opened his mouth and screamed.  Nothing changed the pain was still there, the longing for Rachel and the beauty of moment.  It was all too much. Mathew fell to his knees and wept.  Then he saw the horizon and felt hope, something he had forgotten.

Meanwhile, Lisa had helped Rachel tend to her wounds.  They had eaten and were sleeping.  Rachel dreamed she was standing on a beach in Mathews arms watching the sunset looking out to the horizon.  Lisa slept the sleep of the good and the innocent.  What would the horizon hold.

Deep

Rachel slept by the fire and for a while she felt safe and rested.  The warmth of the fire had made her sleep on longer than she intended.  The cub inside slept too, safe and cosy for now.

Lisa had fallen into an uneasy sleep, her unborn child laying heavily in her womb, restless and uneasy too.  Lisa’s dreams were full of fierce mobs carrying torches and chanting “kill the witch.”  She saw herself running scared from the mob her child, born in the dream, clutched to her chest.  As she ran she felt the stones and brambles cutting her feet and legs.  She was aware she was bleeding from inside, hot blood running down her legs.

Panic engulfed Lisa as she could feel the mob gaining on her.  Faster she ran, then suddenly, she felt the ground give way beneath her feet as fell through a hidden opening covered by branches and leaves.

As she fell Lisa screamed.  She was dashed and bashed against the rocks and finally hit the floor of the cavern.  She heard a cheer go up from the mob.  They were baying like animals.  Then she heard a man’s voice shout, “right, let us return to the village, leave the witch and her bastard to die.”

Slowly Lisa’s eyes became accustomed to the light of the cavern.  There was a reddish light about the cave and it was full of staligtites and staligmites.  The floor was hard, she was hurt and freezing, there was no escape.  Worst of all her baby’s limp broken body was cold and dead.  Lisa knew there was no hope.  If she did not die of her wounds, the vampires or the werewolves would finish her off.  Anger and pain filled her and she screamed and screamed…

She was awoken by the she wolf nuzzling her.  As she came to and got her breath the werewolf morphed into a woman.  Rachel took Lisa into her arms and let her cry until she slept again.

An hour later Lisa awoke and found Rachel still holding her.  The white witch and the werewolf discussed the dream.  Through tears Lisa told Rachel how the village people hated her even though they were glad enough to let her heal them when they chose.

She wept for her baby until Rachel pointed out she was still pregnant and vivid as her dream had been, it was just a dream.  Rachel made them both some herbal tea …….under Lisa’s instruction…. …and reassured Lisa that she would protect her and the unborn child.  Lisa promised the same for Rachel and her unborn cub.

Later Lisa laid in her bed, with Rachel curled up on floor by the fire in her wolf’s form.  Both females felt uneasy after Lisa’s dream.  Lisa was praying to Gia to help her and Rachel was pleading to the moon that Mathew would seek them out.  Both fearing that this was not a dream but a prophecy.  Eventually both fell into a deep slumber.

Empty.

Rachel woke remembering the horror of Lisa’s dream.  The feeling of unease she had experienced in her sleep was still with her.  She padded over to check on Lisa who was standing at the sink looking out of the window.

Lisa looked at Rachel and stroked her.  “Do you mind if I treat you as a wolf” she asked silently.   “Yes I can speak to you by telepathy and you only need to think to answer me.”

“Ah”, replied Rachel”, like the Vampires, like my Mathew.”   Lisa nodded.   She knew about Mathew having read Rachel’s thoughts.

They decided to take a walk to clear their heads after the bad night they had had.  To all appearances a pregnant woman and a pregnant wolf walking along an empty beach.  The sound of the waves crashing on to the beach soothed them both, healing recent wounds.  Both Rachel and Lisa grew closer, linked now by their silent telepathy.

The sky was pale and the sea was dark.  The grass was green but dark in the shade.  There was no wind.  The beach was empty as was the two women’s hearts.  Alone on the beach they were safe for for now.

Gold.

Rachel and Lisa spent a quiet morning on the beach.  The sound of the waves and the mild weather cleared their heads. They talked about their lives, silently by telepathy. Anyone walking along the beach would have seen a pregnant woman and a large pregnant dog/ wolf.

Lisa told Rachel how her husband and been killed by Vampires in a raid about eight months ago.  A week later she had discovered she was pregnant.  Rachel asked if she hated the Vampires, because she did.  Lisa replied that she hated the war more.

Lisa asked Rachel how she could be in love with Mathew if she hated Vampires.  It was a trick question really because she had read Rachel’s mind and knew the answer.  Rachel told her the truth and their bond grew stronger.

At midday Lisa and Rachel went to the village to get supplies.  Both were near their time to give birth and they had decided to stock up.  Lisa had warned Rachel that although the locals needed her they were afraid of her.  As such they showed their fear by avoiding the Lisa and Rachel and a few hurled insults at them.  At one point a man spat at them and a woman shouted out, “the pregnant bitch has found another pregnant bitch”.  Lisa ignored the insult but she saw Rachel slow up immediately.   Lisa reminded her that ordinary wolves did not understand humans “please ignore them”. Rachel obeyed Lisa and trotted on. They got their supplies and all who looked on would of just seen  the witch and her wolf as they walked home.

That evening they went to the beach to watch the sunset. Lisa marvelled at Rachel’s eyes.. they were the colour of the setting sun, gold. “What is it Rachel” Lisa asked as she watched the werewolf bristle and become alert.

Rachel answered “Quick we need to get back to the house now. I am certain that is not a bird on the horizon, heading our way out of the sun. Get on my back Lisa I can carry you.”

Lisa knew immediately  Rachel was right and did as she was told. Rachel ran across the beach carrying Lisa, they got into the house and locked all the doors and windows.

They looked out at the last rays of the dying sun as it  turned   turn the sky  gold. They saw a lone Vampire circling the beach.

“Thank you Rachel ” Lisa said. After she drew the curtains and lit fire.  Lisa hugged Rachel and the two slept soundly,  Lisa resting on Rachel’s soft and warm fur.

Outside it was dark inside all was bathed in a warm glow.

Stones

The Vampire landed high up on the cliffs and walked through some old ruins.  She looked out to sea and felt the ‘old ones’ close.

She had seen the woman and the wolf on the beach they had peeked her interest.  Slowly she walked through the old stone arch and made her way down the hill towards the cottage.

She had let the night pass hoping to let the witch and the warewolf think they were safe. It had not taken her long to work out that the wolf was a warewolf the stench had given it away.

As  she reached the cottage she was shocked as the door flew open and the witch stood boldly in the doorway hands on hips her huge belly exposed. The vampire, Fay, was rocked to the stomach feeling almost orgasmic at the sight of her.The witch stepped forward and spoke her name. “I know who you are Fay, you will not feed here ”   “Who is going to stop me ?” Asked a shocked Fay.

“Me” answered Rachel, bounding out of the door past Lisa. “You” spat the vampire, “ You  are  the stinking werewolf bitch that keeps sniffing round my brother.”

“Fay, I don’t want to fight you but I will” Rachel spoke telepathically to Fay. “If you attack the witch or I , I will rip your head off. ”  Fay laughed, even so she took a step back, she fully realised how earnest Rachel was.

Turning on her heels Fay headed back to the castle ruins, craving the safety she felt they offered her. Instinctively she felt there was more to this situation than she had first thought.

As she reached the black charred walls of the ruins she felt the hot breath and smelled the, strong scent of werewolf behind her. Turning fangs out and eyes at their hypnotic worse ready to pounce, she looked at Rachel properly for the first time since she arrived. Her mouth began to salivate.  “Oh!” She said “the bitch is pregnant.” Again a wave of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her veins. She seized Rachel by the scruff of the neck and bared her fangs.

Fay was quick but Rachel was quicker, intact she even surprised herself. Finding herself with paws around Fay’s neck mouth ready to rip out her throat, she felt her child move in her womb. Letting go of Fay, she snarled.

Fay smiling now said “you will regret that, why did you let me go.” Rachel looked her straight in the eye and told her silently,  “because of your brother. This bitch is carrying his child your nephew or niece.” The smile vanished from Fay’s face. She slid down the black and stained  ruin walls and screamed. “In the name of the old ones what sacrilege is this.” Rachel transformed into a human shape and looked at Fay who was stunned but still wanting to feed.  “We need to talk are you more comfortable with me in this shape?” Rachel asked. Fay nodded and handed Rachel her cloak.

From the kitchen window Lisa watched she could hear everything Rachel and Fay were saying. Lisa sighed and set about preparing a meal for three.

 Enigma

The sun moved round the sky, the evening arrived. Strangely it was the warmest and sunniest part of the day.

Lisa had busied herself all the time cleaning and cooking, while Fay and Rachel argued up by  a the old ruins. Lisa recognised she was nesting. Smiling she touched her bulging belly and told her child how much she was looking forward to seeing it. As Lisa watched the two women high up by the ruins standing in the evening sun she suddenly shocked to see they had actually turned to stone.  As she watched she saw a group of young people in strange clothes walk around the stones . They carried strange devices in their hands tablets of light she thought to herself.

Rubbing her eyes Lisa looked again and Rachel and Fay were back in their own forms. Lisa told them both , telepathically, that the meal was ready and she was famished. She watched the two of them walking down towards the cottage.

As they ate their meal Lisa told Fay and Rachel about what she had seen. “It is an Enigma, a riddle we can ponder on but I don’t think we can know the answers yet.” Said Fay thoughtfully.

Shore

The next morning the sun was high and clouds danced across the sky. The three women, each from different species wandered down to the shore. Somehow a bond had formed between them.

Lisa announced she was in labour and had been most of the night. She wanted the sea’s rhythm to help with the birth of her child. Looking at the trench, nature had carved along the shore leading out to the sea she said she hoped her baby would flow out of her to sea and be embraced by nature. Rachel was scared, she hid it well but she feared for Lisa and for herself. Fay found herself engrossed by the whole experience but her urge to feed was strong. Like the sea emotions swept over the women soaking them first then draining them. Lisa read Rachel and Fay’s thoughts, Rachel could sense Fay’s heightening agitation and told her to go as the next few hours would be more than her willpower could stand.

Fay promised to return soon, she knew Rachel was right, she would not be able to resist the blood or the fresh smell of baby. For the first time in hundreds of years she did the right thing and left.

The child was born on the beach to the rythmn of the waves. The sun had moved round in the sky and it was late afternoon as Rachel helped Lisa along the trench to the sea to bathe herself and the baby. The child,  a girl screamed as the sea water was gentle dropped over her by loving hands.  Lisa held the baby to her breast, the child thrashed about for a few seconds then latched on to its mother to feed.

Lisa, Rachel and the child returned to the house and Lisa bathed the baby again in warm water and wrapped her snugly and put her into a basket of herbs she had covered with a sheet. The warmth and the scent of the herbs  soothed the child and she lay quietly in her little bed. Later  Lisa lifted the  baby to her breast again.  “Here my love ” she soothed “feed and grow strong.”

Rachel left them she was exhausted by Lisa’s labour and also terrified as she had to go through this too. Standing at the top of the cliff by the old ruins she could see the whole of the beach, the deep trench was still visible. The sound of the sea in her ears and all the beauty before her and yet she felt lost alone and terrified.

Suddenly a pain grabbed her and her fear turned to terror as she realised she was now in labour. Immediately she morphed in to a wolf and made her way back to Lisa. Lisa was ready for Rachel on her return she had a blanket ready . She settled Rachel down and said  to her  “All will be well Rachel, all will be well” though truth be told she knew it would not. She could not let Rachel know this.

All the while Lisa’s baby slept. Just before midnight the wolf cub  was born. Sadly it was dead, Lisa with all her skills could not revive the little female pup. She was beautiful, she had huge fangs were her canine teeth should of been.

Rachel was too ill to even know her child had died, she had bled profusely and Lisa had had to stitch her up and pack her womb with healing herbs. Rachel was lucky that Lisa was skilled in the ways of child birth, though she had never delivered a warewolf before.

As Rachel slept unaware of her loss Lisa stood on the shore with her babe in here arms…. “I shall call you Hope” she whispered. Little did she know how apt that name was.

Child,

When Rachel awoke two days later she was destraugt to learn of her loss. So deep was her pain and grief that Lisa feared she would loose her.

Slowly Rachel responded to Lisa’s kindness and took food and water. To Lisa’s surprised Rachel refused to morph in to a human and remained wolf. After a week she was strong again and told Lisa she was leaving.  Lisa asked her to stay but Rachel said she had to find  Mathew.

Lisa, reading Rachel’s thoughts could tell that Hope was upsetting her, a constant reminder of her loss. So Rachel bid Lisa and Hope a loving farewell and promised to return as soon as she could.

Left alone Lisa got out the toys she readied for her child. Beautiful things she had collected over the years some in payment for her healing ways from the villagers and some from her childhood.

Rachel set of to West in search of her lover, her loss raw and gnawing.

Lisa could feel the need in Hope to learn and fast. She showed the child what she had gathered. The Rocking Horse, the dolls in the cradle,and  the  dolls house. The 10 day old infant smiled. Telepathically Lisa heard Hope say “teach me your ways read to me from your magic books.”Lisa smiled and did as Hope asked.

The Obelisk

It was a clear evening and the last rays of the sun where dancing on the water. The cliff and the old Obelisk were already in the shadows. Rachel approached with caution incase there were others there.

Standing by the Obelisk  Rachel howled at the rising moon. Her pain growing inside her.  She wondered if she should end her life, was there any point in going on.

She raised her head and sent out a plea.

Under the moon and Obelisk

I stand and beg you to find me

I have not seen you since our tryst

I need you to save me set me free

What hope have I our child dead

I carried our only hope

Alone I stand here in dread

I am tired, I can not cope.

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Rachel curled up and wept, she fell asleep. Far away, further up the coast Lisa heard Rachel’s plea, she prayed the old ones of the Obelisk would protect her friend until the dawn. Nestled in her arms Hope smiled.

Even further away Mathew stopped feeding on a deer and listened to the wind. Something indistinct told him Rachel needed him.

Mathew knew that Rachel was in torment and needed him. He did not know where she was or even why she was desperately​ calling for him.  He looked and the moon, it was full, that boded nothing but danger. The Werewolves would be out hunting, the humans would be on high alert … The elves and dwarfs, those that were left would be in hiding. After a short while for thought, Mathew finished drinking the blood of the deer he had killed. He reasoned he needed all the strength he could get.  Then he set off in the direction his instincts were drawing him, towards the sea.

Moving at the speed of light Mathew sped west, his mind in a turmoil what was wrong with Rachel why could he feel so much of her anguish. He past villages, towns, and a city the smell of human blood kept calling to him but he resisted the temptation.

He must of taken his mind off his surroundings for as he set down for a rest he was faced with three Werewolves. They were delighted to see him. Baring their fangs they all sprang at him ripping into his flesh before he could defend himself.

Mathew fought back valiantly wounding the female and killing the younger male unfortunately the remaining male was strong and angry! He had seriously injured Mathew, who felt himself slipping away. The huge wolf was circling Mathew ready to go in for the kill. Mathew knew all his strength was gone and his injuries were such as he could not retaliate, all the damn wolf had to do now was to either rip out his heart or rip off his head.  He was cold and tired but more than the thought of being sent into oblivion he wanted to see Rachel.  The wolf had sunk his claws deep into Mathew’s chest  just as Mathew smelt the foul breath of the wolf there was high pitched​ scream  and  everything went black.

Green

Mathew opened his eyes, he was in so much pain, he expected to see the wolf but instead he saw the beautiful pale face of his sister, Fay. He could hear water running over stones as he looked two ivy covered arches came into view just as he blacked out again. Fay held Mathew in her arms,  she felt they were safe enough under the bridge as the Werewolves could not get their scent and the humans were scared of this place , believing it to be a place of witchcraft!

Fay looked at the dark roof  asked for  help, she had no idea from whom but she needed help.

Lisa was feeding Hope when she heard Rachel’s cry for help. She saw exactly where they were.

 

Inside out.

Lisa with Hope snugly attached to her back in a blanket arrived a day after Fay had sent out her plea for help.  “Why are you here” asked Fay when she saw Lisa, “I have come to help you, I heard your cry for help.” Fay looked uncertain, “how can I know I can trust you? ” She demanded of Lisa. “You can’t ” said Lisa ” We just don’t have time to worry about that now”

Fay was shocked but as Mathew needed help and she had no idea what to do she followed Lisa’s bidding. Following  Lisa and Hope she carried Mathew to the back of the gloomy cavern to a hidden door which Lisa unlocked.  As they climbed the steep stairs Fay looked out of the window amazed at how heavily it was raining, she looked up to see water pouring out of the mouth of a stone gargoyle on the roof, it was cascading like a fountain. “Where are we going” asked Fay. Lisa spoke over shoulder,  “This castle belongs to my people, I am a witch you know and as such I can use this castle as and when I choose.”

Fay was shocked, she tried not to show it but Lisa knew. When they reached the top of the staircase Fay was unsure of what to expect, it was pitch black. Lisa muttered something and suddenly there was light and a fire burning in a huge fire place at the end of the room. To one side of the room there as a bed, Lisa told Fay to put Mathew down on it.

Fay watched as Lisa put Hope’s blanket into an empty draw then lay the baby snuggly inside. Lisa Turned to Fay and handing her a bucket asked her to go and fetch some of the water that was falling from the roof.

The rain was freezing yet Fay welcomed the cold wet on her skin, she felt it was cleansing her. As soon as the bucket was full she returned to the turret to find Lisa busily chopping herbs and plant roots. Taking the water from Fay she poured it in to a couldron hanging in the fire place and added all the herbs and roots.

“That’s a bit cleched” sneered Fay, “Witch, cauldron”.  Lisa sighed and replied “don’t knock it it works, do you want me to help your brother”  Fay nodded , she wandered across to where Hope was wriggling in the draw, she felt the old hunger mounting inside her. “Don’t even think of hurting me” Fay jumped the infant had spoken inside her head. She backed away, she went to Mathew and watched as Lisa used a mortar and pestle to make a strange smelling paste. Lisa packed Mathew’s  wounds with the paste and wrapped leaves over them before bandaging him in clean linen.

Lisa said , ” All we can do now, Fay, is wait. ” Fay smiled at Lisa and went over to the window and watched the water from outside seeping through on to the sill… What else could she do but wait?

Mathew was lost in a coma where flashes of his life, past and future haunted him, there was one constant though, Rachel, he kept seeing Rachel.
To the north Rachel had joined a pack of Werewolves who were all reeling from the loss of three of their number who had lost a battle with two Vampires, the male was almost killed.

Rachel listened carefully .

Derelict 

Rachel felt, empty, derelict and Barron. The pack she had joined were not her type, they were good honest wolves, unlike her. They had not broken her kind’s code as she had. Unlike her they were not broken and  empty.

She stayed a week then one night she slipped away following the ache in her soul, looking for her Vampire love Mathew. She felt his pain, she felt his fear.

All around her as she travelled she saw the signs of the growing war, the Vampire’s against the Warewolves, both against the humans and all three against the elves and the dwarfs who were hiding more and becoming invisible.

One night Rachel came upon an old and derelict cottage, the chimney and the walls still intact but the roof was open to the elements and the sky. As the night closed in and rain began to fall she crept inside and slept watching  the stars.

Little did she know Mathew was within three miles of where she slept. Willing her to find him.

As Lisa packed Mathew’s  wounds  with her herbs and plants she also called out to Rachel, across the night  willing  her friend to find them and soon . She told Rachel exactly where they were.

Knock

During the night Rachel felt so near to Mathew that she thought she could reach out and touch him. Through her broken and and  dream filled  sleep she also heard Lisa’s voice calling to her and the child Hope sending​ out strong homing vibes.

When the first rays of dawn shone in through the rafters  Rachel awoke and  for the first time since she had lost her baby she knew where, exactly where she had to go. She stood, first stretching her front legs and then her back legs.

Rachel left the derelict cottage and not deviating from what she heard in her head she set off towards the calling of  Lisa and Hope. After an hour and a half’s run she came to the old bridge arches,  she crossed the stream and  entered them.  She walked to the back of the dark chamber until she reached the door at the far end.

Looking at the strange old and devilishly​ looking knocker she raised it slowly she gave one, loud  knock……

Wings.

Lisa opened the door and let Rachel in. She was shocked when she saw the wolf, Rachel had lost so much weight and had a look of  death around the eyes. After  helping  Rachel  up  the  stairs  she  lead  her  to  the  fire  and  made  her a  hot  drink.

“Where  is  he? ” asked  Rachel looking  so  sad that  it  made  Lisa’s  heat break. Motioning  to  the  bed  where  Mathew  lay  sleeping, Fay  sitting  on  a  a  chair  next  to  him.  Rachel  moved  swiftly  to  his  side  giving  Fay  a  warning  look  as  she  approached  the  bed. “How  long  has  he  been  like  this” she  asked  no  one  in  particular . Fay  told  her  it had  been  almost  a  week  now   since  he  had  been  all but  killed  by  the  werewolf.   Rachel  morphed in to  her  human  form , scars clear  for  all  to  see. “Let  me  bath  you” said  Lisa.  Rachel  just  shook  her  head  and  climbed  into  bed  with  Mathew  she  wrapped  her  arms  around  him  closed  her  eyes  and  passed  into  a  deep  sleep  almost  immediately.

Fay  slid  from  the  chair  and  left  the  tower , she  descended the  steps  and  waded  through  the  waters  under  the  arches  and  emerged from  the  gloom to  a bright  morning  with  blue  skies  dotted  with  white  cloud. All was  silent  and  still. Fay looked  to  the  east  and  then  the  west    and  wondered what  lay  in  store  for  all of  them.

Up  in  the  tower  Lisa  was  feeding  Hope  softly  humming  as  she  watched  Fay  through  the  window. The  baby stopped  feeding  and  looked her  mother  straight in  the  eye. “Yes ” whispered Lisa, “I  know, little  one, strange and unsettled   times  ahead  for  all  of  us. ”  Outside  Fay  felt  a  shudder  run  down  her  spine , almost  at  the  same  time  the  sky  suddenly  became  black  as  hundreds  of  huge, black birds  wheeled  out of  the  trees  and  across  the  sky.

Mathew  stirred  and  Rachel  sat  bolt upright in  the  bed…….  “Hush”  Lisa  said  to  Rachel, ” rest  while  you  can, the  little  one , here  says   we  must  prepare  to  fight  soon. Bad  times  are  coming  and  we  five  are  the  only  ones  who  stand  between  the  light  and  the  dark.

Twylight

After a quiet night Rachel awoke  to find herself in Mathew’s arms. He was awake and watching her.  Lisa was busy at the stove cooking some breakfast. Fay was out hunting to find something for Mathew to eat.

Mathew slept most of the day after having fed on the meal that Fay had returned with. While he rested and regained his strength  the three females sat and discussed what Hope had intimated to Lisa. They decided that the tower would be the best base from which to face the oncoming dangers. Lisa said her cottage was too close to the human’s village they would soon be discovered if they stayed there. It was with heavy heart that she cast a protective spell over her loved home. Hoping one day she and Hope could return.

When Mathew awoke he was almost his oldself his strength rapidly returning and all his senses heightened. He looked young and in his prime. Rachel felt comforted by his presence and told him of the child they had lost. They talked for a long time and allowed themselves to grieve.

At twilight  Rachel, Mathew,  Fay and Lisa with Hope in her arms went out on to the roof of the tower. They surveyed the mists rolling in across the Valley.

“It has started” said Lisa “the babe says the evil is coming.” As they stood there in the darkling they could hear the wolves calling, and the vampires whispering on the wind,the humans were beating drums and lighting fires. The Elves and Dwarfs were silent still,  and this worried Lisa.

As the night fell the baby spoke to all of them, a gentle and beautiful voice, “We must stay together and fight the dark.” As they descended the tower steps they all agreed. Rachel was last in as she shut the door evil seeped across the valley. She could feel it. In the valley the animals felt it too.

Glade

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It was  early the  next  morning  that  Lisa  carried  Hope  out  into  the  forest  to  watch  the  first  rays  of  the  dawn  spread  through  the  trees,  lighting up the  dark . What  can  we  do  Lisa  whispered  into  the babe’s  ear.  A  clear  and  sure  voice answered , “You  must  stand  and  face  the evil, the  five of  us must  lead  the  world  back to  the  light.”

Lisa set  Hope  down  on  the  forest floor  while  she  picked  some  herbs  and  mushrooms .Warm sun  played on  her  back  warming  her  and  lifting  her  spirits.  Gathering up  quickly  the  plants  she  needed,  not  feeling  inclined  to linger. She  could suddenly   feel the  evil  covering  the  ground  even  as she worked .  The  wind  in  the  trees  suddenly picked  up  and  all  she  could  feel  was  cold approaching  as if it  was  something  physical.  Slowly  yet  surely  erasing  the  horizon. It  was  almost  audible  in  its  advance.

Though  not  usually  prone  to  fear  Lisa  grabbed  up  Hope  and  her  basket  and  ran  for  all  she  was  worth  back  to  her  safe  haven. Lisa  had  never  felt  so  frightened  in her  life. As  she  neared  the  river  and  the  tower  she  was  gripped  with  fear and  rooted  to  the  spot.  Unable  to  move  she  called  silently  to  Rachel for  help .

It  was  Mathew  who  came  to her  aid,  he  swooped  down  from the  tower  and   plucked  her and  Hope  up in  his  arms and  whisked  them off to  safety .

Back in  the warmth of  the  tower Lisa told  the others  of  the  cold  she had  felt. As  she  was  doing  so  they  all  felt  the  temperature  dropping  ……. “Look”  said  Fay  from where  she  stood at  the  window  “Everything  is  frozen.” The  river,  the  forest   for  as  far  as  the  eye could  see was  white frozen, covered in  ice.

The Tower.

Lisa knew that the sudden freeze was supernatural. They all did but while Mathew, Rachel and Lisa discussed the phenomenon Fay strangely kept her own council.

As evening fell Fay went out to hunt, ignoring Mathew’s protestations that he was fit enough to go for himself. It almost came to a row but Lisa eventually banged the table and looking Fay in the eye she said “Go if you must Fay, go!” The vhermence in her voice shocked the others. Fay seemed most unsettled by Lisa’s outburst but smiled at her before turning on her heels and disappearing into the night.

Rachel pulled her cloack tightly around her and fastened her belt against the bitter cold. Taking a last look up at the window where the others were she vanished.

She flew west, it was hours before the unatural snow below her began to thaw and the Autumn green of the true season reappeared. 

Landing at the bottom of a flight of steps, green with lichen she looked at the narrow round tower with another narrow square building with a pitched roof of equal hight behind it. Laughing nervously she thought to herself, there is no way back now, but when did she ever want to go back ?

Waiting at the top of the steps was tall figure.  It was Stefan one of the four ancients. “You took your time” he snapped, “We thought you had changed your mind. Come we have waited long enough for your arrival and we grow impatient. As she came face to face with him she spoke quietly her eyes cast down, “No master the way was long.”

They entered the tower and were greeted by three other Vampires two female and another male. A hushed silence fell as they turned their cold dead eyes on Fay. One of the females stepped forward and grabbing Fay by the neck and lifting her from the floor demanded “Is the bitch’s pup dead, did you slay it.” Fay with  blood lust in her eyes replied. ” Sadly no it way born dead” “Are you sure”asked the other female. “Yes” said Fay as the first Vampire dropped her to the floor.

Finally the fourth Vampire turned towards her, his back to the fire. His eyes met Fay’s and she felt aroused her whole body ached for him. ” Well Fay, my dear, have you come for your reward” His eyes as cold as ice made her feel naked among these four ancients.

Fay moved toward him growing more excited each step she took. “Wait” said Stefan ” Do you swear aligance to us Fay”  Her eyes flashing her fangs out she screamed “Yes, I do, you know I do!” Leaping into the air she flew into the arms of second male, moaning “Roman it’s been too long”  Catching her in his arms he flew up to an opening in the attic.

The other three Vampires turned their attention to the unfortunate family that had been caught earlier for their celebration feast.

They fell upon them, ripping flesh and shucking blood, finesse thrown to the wind so excited were they. The prospect of war, the groans of  impure sexual pleasure from above the smell of fresh warm blood and anguished screams of their victims sent them all into a frenzy.

Looking at the tower in the half-light it was as if you could see the blood of the victims past, present and future staining the walls.

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 need to be hurt to feel, everything needs to be hasher, 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 ecstasy 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 devowering the valley she screamed in frustration and anguished the empty, soulessness that was her norm had returned, but now it hurt!

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Back at the Witch’s 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.

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! ”

The Eye

Slowly but purposely  the tall figure approached them. As he grew closer the were astonished to see that underneath his cloak he had a long mane  of glorious red hair. He greated them with a smile, his beautiful green eyes open and kind.

“Rachel, Lisa, I have been searching for you both for weeks.” He said bending down as he spoke … He was unusually tall for an elf.  Taken aback by firstly his appearance plus the fact that he knew their names the women were silent.

Lisa spoke first, ” Who are you elf and what is your business with us?”  “Ah” he replied with a chuckle, “I  am here to help you. May I suggest?”  He asked, “that we walk as we talk, it is truly cold out here!” 

Rachel eyed this elf and growled. The elf reached out to her but she was not happy and  flashed her fangs at him.  “Please” he said ” My name is Calidore and I am here to help.”

It was getting dark  and Lisa was worried about Hope who though asleep was very cold. So she spoke to Rachel telepathically, telling her she had heard of this green eyed,flame haired elf. Rachel was also cold and tired so she  drew herself in and lead the way back to the witches tower. 

After a few minutes Rachel felt the basket being lifted from her back. Momentarily she thought to argue but his green eyes relaxed her. 

The four of them travelled in silence happy to be nearing scantuary and warmth.  Though Lisa and Rachel did not voice it to each other they both felt safe in the company of this elf.

As they approach the moat which surrounded the tower they saw the reflection the bridge  made in the water. For all the five realms to see a sign.  Calidore smiled there you see my green eye has arrived before me. 

They entered the tower to find Fay waiting for them, a fire lit and water on the boil. Rachel morphed back to human form covering herself in a green cloak. She was pleased to see Fay back and eager to introduce her to Calidore. 

Hope squirmed in Lisa’s arms, not quite understanding the signs she decided to feed the babe… The second Hope latched on to her mother’s breast she tried to warn her of Fay’s duplicity. Lisa was getting mixed messages from Hope nothing made complete sense.

Fay looked at Hope, writhing at her mother’s breast as if in terrible pain . Smiling she looked at the bracelet Roman had given her to seal her thoughts away from the present company and to confuse the baby! 

Fay walked across and touched the baby’s head. Hope let out a huge scream and vomitted all over Fay. 

Fay changed her clothes as she watched Lisa settling the child in her basket. Fay looked across to where the baby lay . “I know you are the only one that can hear me, or even knows the war is as good as won but as you cannot communicate with any of them I will let you live, for now. Fay then left saying she was going to find Mathew and bring him back to meet their guest.

Calidore suggested they talk, he knew the Lisa and Rachel were to be trusted but he could not trust the female Vampire however beautiful and kind she appeared to be.

Hope squirmed in her basket furious that she could not warn her mother or any of them that Fay was the enemy.

Luna


Outside of the old castle walls, Faye looked up to the moon every fibre of her body bristling with expectation and excitement. 

The war had started and Roman had promised to be with her within the month.

Calidore had waited until he had sensed that the female Vampire had definitely gone and then he said to Lisa, “I need to be sure I can trust the werewolf” Lisa told him he could and that she, Lisa, trusted her not only with her life but that of Hope’s as well. 
So Rachel,Lisa and Calidore sat at the table and Calidore told them of what his people and the Dawfs had learned in the last few months.  Lisa was amazed to find out that Calidore knew and respected her husband.

It appeared that the Dwarfs and the Elves had decided that the affairs of Men, Vampires and Werewolves were becoming too evil for them. The Elves of the Ruling House and Dwarfs of the Great Council had decided to withdraw, leaving twelve trusted warriors to help the few good among the warring factions to survive.

Calidore had volunteered to help Lisa, one of the few Witches left, because he had fought with her husband Mark against the Vampire’s.  Lisa asked him if he had seen her husband die. It turned out not only had he been there, but Mark had breathed his last in Calidore’s arms. Infact he had asked Calidore to protect Lisa and the then unborn Hope.

Out on the plains below the castle the night was lit by a nearly full moon, it was so cold that the moonlight looked even brighter reflected by the unearthly and ungodly snow.

Fay went in search of her brother wondering whether to tell him of  the plans Roman had for the witch, her brat and his werewolf lover. Maybe she mused she should say nothing yet. Let things run their course, Mathew would surely choose her she was his sister after all and blood was thicker than water ( filthy stuff). 

Calidore sat in a chair by the fire while the witch and werewolf selpt. He spoke softly to Hope, telling her of her father. He felt the great sense of unease in the child… He managed to relax and sooth the baby off to sleep with his singing.

Rest child we have a huge task ahead of us he thought as he watched her sleep. 

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