Iron mum's tales

Updates and sad news

2012-01-16T15:16:00.000Z

Sadly I lost Ben on Saturday night. He had been unwell for several days and I new the time was near but I never expected him to go down so quick. Thursday he made the effort to walk with me and Kahless albeit very slowly and on Friday he was managing to get up and go out. By Saturday evening he was unable to walk and it was obvious it was the end so we made the 14 mile trip to the vets which was the last thing I wanted to do as he hated cars. Ben never made a sound not even when we carried him into the surgery another hate of his. The Vet confirmed what I suspected, his mind was willing but his body wasn't and was slowly shutting down. My and Hubby stayed with him while he was put to sleep which turned out to be no easy thing as it took three shots, the Vet said he'd been given the dose that would knock out a cow, I had to smile at that even old and worn out he was still strong and stubborn. We waited till he was asleep then said goodbye and left allowing the Vet to give the final injection.

The house isn't the same without him and although Kahless has paid no attention to him not being around on our nightly free run he waits for him as he always did (normally to pounce on him) It will take time to adjust to no longer having my boys and just my boy and although the Vet gave me advice on getting another dog I'm not thinking about it just now.

Ben - June 1999 - Jan 2012

RIP Old Man

I've finally managed to update The Circle HERE and Buried Alive HERE. I have started to catch up with everyone's blogs too but it's gonna take time but I'll get there.

A quick post.....

2012-01-03T22:36:00.001Z

HAPPY NEW YEAR.... ALL THE BEST FOR 2012......

Just a quick post to say I haven't forgotten any of you but unfortunately there's no story update at the moment due to vision problems.

I never paid any attention to the lack of vision in one eye as I was born with it and it was just part of me. The last few years I have found my "Good" eye has been coping less and less with things which my optician says is because its working for both which makes sense, anyway the last few months it has become harder and harder to read print on the PC and anything in my word programme is impossible so its off for my yearly trip to my optician who with sort me. I hope to have an update very soon and to catch up on all blogs.

That's all I can write for now, hope to update soon.

Update

2011-11-05T14:30:00.000Z

After being plagued with migraines I have finally managed to update The Circle. HERE I also updated the Synopsis which give you info on the new characters and the screen shot is from the next chapter. Natalya is a Slayer from the mortal world while Randver is the Helmer of Grigor, there is more info on them over at The Circle.

I have discovered two excellent sites for medieval items such as build and clothes and have been downloading like mad and I think it makes a huge difference to my shots. For all your medieval and fantasy dreams go to The Medieval Smithy which has wonderful items and beautiful wallpapers not to mention a huge link list of finds. Plumbob keep here you can find just about anything from build to clothes to hacks and food.

Its Baack.

2011-10-20T01:26:00.000+01:00

For some reason my game decided to act up and I ended up having to do a reinstall which wasn't as simple as I hoped. With the game throwing messages like Sms 2 Mansion and Garden isn't installed or not installed correctly my Anti virus then started yelling my disc had a Virus...yeah right. It turned out the main game had corrupted and the whole lot needed to be removed manually including from the registry. Anyway after three hours and twenty odd discs later it is up and running....thank god for backups.

I had a hell of a job finding a picture that didn't give anything away but I think this one does the job. With some old and new faces The Circle is now back. I'm not going to give anything away except to say expect some surprises.

The Circle - A New Threat

Update

2011-10-13T16:47:00.000+01:00

Holy crap! I didn't realise how long it was since I updated Buried alive but here it is.

I took this shot a while back while playing around then filed it and forgot it, I'm not sure if it will be used in the story but I thought I'd post it as it speak volumes. Vlad is obviously smitten with Maddy and I'm sure she has feelings for him but with everything that's going on is too messed up to deal with much at the moment.

I'm hoping to have the first part of The Circles next story up by the end of the month, just going through it and tweaking.

Buried alive - Followed dreams

Updates...

2011-09-12T15:23:00.000+01:00

Just a quick message to let you all know that I have updated a couple of stories.

The final part of The Circle is now up but be warned, you may need tissues. The story will be continued but I'm having a short break.

Also part five of Blood line is also up.

I haven't forgotten about Buried alive and will be updating that shortly, once Iv'e tweaked it a bit.

I hope you enjoy.

The Circle

Blood Line - part five

Updates and thoughts

2011-08-15T17:17:00.005+01:00

Katie and Valan - it seems thirty four years of marriage hasn't dampened their - err- enthusiasm in each other. The next part of Blood curse - blood line is up and if your wondering way I decided to continue with this story after so long the reason is here is why Click here

This follow up will concentrate on the children as well as tie up some lose ends like how did Emily have a child and other odd bits plus I added more on the Society but don't expect them to be revealed quickly, like any good wine a story takes time to mature.

Warning - although there will not be a lot of sex in it the scenes that are there are steamy, hell there on fire, so either grab a cuppa coffee and enjoy or expect to be shocked - horrified whatever so my advice would be don't read.

I also uploaded the next chapter of The Circle, this one is pretty much action (as far as you can get with S2) and the second last. I will be continuing the story but with some new as well as old characters but I will be having a small break between stories.

BLOOD LINE - Part 4

THE CIRCLE

Blood curse... a new story

2011-08-01T14:40:00.002+01:00

Sofa - Valan and Katie with Jean the housekeeper left and Chris's wife Jen right. Sitting left arm - Sayan, Valan and Katie's daughter. Sitting right arm - Chris, Valan and Katie's son. Centre floor - Luke, Chris and Jen's son. Standing right posing - Bella, Valan and Katie's youngest. Far back centre - Nic Mancini, council member and trouble shooter for the Society.

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Blood curse - my first big story, very few pose boxes, bad spelling and even worse grammar - but damn did I have fun. Anyway I had decided to remove it from my blog and then thought I'll read it one more time, ha ha - boy did I cringe - oh my god I had Cambell instead of Campbell and since when did Kathryn not contain an ER. Well at least I learnt to spell them if not much else (I had to Google the spelling of grammar and guess what its AR not ER) Ok so back to what I was saying, I read through it and felt kinda sad about the way it ended, Valan and Katie did live happily ever after with their two healthy babies..... or did they?

Mmm, I started to wonder, what would the kids be like, who would take what from each parent and then one thing led to another and I had a whole new story. So I did some jigging around and went forward thirty four years to when the babies were adults plus in that time a third child had arrived. For me the stories a hoot to write as one of the characters is off their head (In a good way) and I find it difficult to stop laughing at the things she comes out with.

Oddly enough I was telling my son about the story and he asked if I modelled her on myself as he said she sounds like me and I quote 'Fucked up and crazy' end quote, she may not be me but she has a lot of me in her, take a look at her belongings, clothes attitude, god she is me! Anyway I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I'm writing.

BLOOD LINE - PART 1

Updates and teeser

2011-07-08T22:55:00.002+01:00

With part three of The Circle now posted Here it is now two chapters away from the end. While I've enjoyed writing this story I had gone as far as I could but don't worry the next story will be making its first showing soon with some old and some new faces as in the pic above. This is Zarina with Cailean but who she is and what the story is about you'll have to wait....

Its been some time since I updated my story Buried Alive so to make up for the lack of updates I've added to chapters to that as well. Part eight is Here and part nine is Here. Things are starting to heat up for Maddy and Vlad in more ways than one, enjoy.

Being ill for a month had me fall behind with everyone's blogs but don't worry I'm catching up, now if I can keep my son of my PC, he's had the thing to himself while I was ill.

Sorry son but I'm back......

~~Ok, this is weird, all my followers have vanished...... spooky.~~
There back, very weird.

I'm baaack!

2011-07-01T21:17:00.000+01:00

My god I haven't been on my baby for a month (Tries to recover from sweats and shaking, withdrawals a bitch)

My third attack of Pneumonia which is now becoming a pain as it seems to hit every time I get a damned cold. My good old Doc has told me the smoking is a the problem which I did suspect so it looks I'll have to quit which inst as easy at it sounds. I very rarely drink these days although I can still take the odd skin full, now there's the stop smoking, good god what next celibacy....to hell with that, we've got to have some sins. So the sitting doing nothing was kinda cool for a while, no cooking or housework, waited on hand and foot but after a while it gets boring so I spent the weeks reading.

Don't ask how much I spent on E books, I haven't a clue and don't really want to know I'd probably have a heart attack. I did however discover some great books, just a pity my spelling still hasn't improved. I added a link to some I have read and will be adding more, these ones are a must read.

That's it for now but I have added an update to The circle which is HERE..... enjoy

2011-06-06T20:55:00.000+01:00

After reading Drew's book which is fantastic by the way I have become hooked on reading again. As a kid and even in my teens I spent my time reading and over the years have read anything from Mills and boon (That was a long time ago) to Greek Mythology and Vampires, basically I'll read anything and everything. The written word can send you deep into outer space or back to regency times, from Vampires to robots and super heroes. It can send you to far off lands where you are the hero or the villain with ships with sails and where men are men, tall broad and dashing the sweep a girl of her feet kind. As I grew older my tastes changed, Enid Blyton was replaced with mills and boon which was replaced by James Herbert then suddenly I stopped reading, why? because I discovered the computer.

Over the years I forgot how magical books were and became fixated on technology, sentences and paragraphs were replaced with Ram and Bytes. Ok so maybe not all of it should be blamed on the PC, I grew older and wiser, common sense told me that the Secret seven would never crack cases like that as they were kids, the mills and boons romance was well as I found out a crock of shit, there is no knight in white armour to sweep you of your feet and horror books, after years of reading them I realised one day they no longer scared me, why read a horror if you can calmly close the book late at night turn of the lights and don't have an urge to look over your shoulder as you climb the stairs to bed.

Then I read Timeless heart, the words leapt out at me, the descriptions so vivid I could see it in my mind and a found I had missed it, missed the magic. Times have moved one from when I had to save my pocket money or buy a book second hand, today you have E books which are fantastic, no waiting for delivery no scouring rows of shelves, pay and download, YES! I sit in my corner at my PC on on the sofa with my laptop and loose myself in the words and in case your wondering they are romance, I may not believe in the real world but I am still a woman and can dream, can't I.

With the final of The Circle approaching I thought I would give a sneak peak at two of the characters due to make an appearance in the next story. Again set in the realm with some old and new faces but this two have become my favourite and I just love the shot, it looks so magical.

Vorel is Helmer of Drayad, cold and ruthless he has closed of his province to all outsiders to protect his people from the illness that is sweeping Jajij. Dragged from the mortal world as food Ella gets the wrong attention when she stabs one of Vorel's men. He cannot deny his desire for her or the feeling all is not right with his little hell cat and makes it his mission to make her his but she has other plans, to belong to a Demon is a fate worse than death.

Part 1 of Denouement is now up HERE, this is the first of the last five chapters (If that makes sense).

2011-05-30T22:41:00.000+01:00

It only seems like yesterday that it was 2010 and I had started my course but here we are 2011 and my final is tomorrow, gulp! Ok so the ECDL my not sound a biggie but considering the last time I sat an exam I was fifteen is a little nerve racking.... Who am I kidding, sat an exam! I never sat one in my life, well I did just never did them. My exams consisted of sitting in the hall, turning over the paper, writing name and class then nothing, yep that's right, nothing. Maths was boring, English boring in fact all classes were boring. My old maths teacher used to give out homework to everyone except me, one of the kids asked why one day and was promptly told because I didn't do it, well he was right. School five days a week you had to be joking, three if you were lucking and it never started before eleven. I would finally appear with my school tie as a belt, head band or not at all, in denim jeans and jacket ( a big no no) and immediately sent to the headmaster who gave me a telling off and detention, my entire third year was spent doing detention, I had written the school rules that often I knew them off by heart although I did notice one day he never fully read them so started writing rhubarb instead, ha ha. It wasn't because I was stupid, I just wasn't interested, none of the classes got my attention and back then girls did girls stuff and boys did boys, if I had been allowed to do mechanics I would have excelled and computers well they weren't all that techno then hell even Windows 98 hadn't come out. So here I am many years down the road and I'm doing classes at collage, I may as well get some qualifications on my obsession with computers. The work its self is fine but class's, apparently your supposed to attend every week, eh! Oh well I still passed the first two exams.

The last part of The Circle Redemption is now up HERE. Having gone as far as I can with this story the first of the last five chapters will be up soon but don't worry I have a new story coming, again in the realm with some old and new faces.

Book plug and update

2011-05-24T22:14:00.000+01:00

I was going to post this a while back but due to internet problems it got held up but finally here it is...

Timeless Heart by my mate and awesome writer Karyn Gerrard.

Jerrod Ross a wealthy gentlemen from 1821 is caught in a violent storm and thrown into the 21st century where he meets Sandra Cranston. Not only does Jerrod have to deal with the changes in the future and the desire to return home but the sexual tension between him and Sandra is enough to blow the house's of parliament.....

I will be the first to admit I haven't read a romance since I was fifteen but I loved it, it has everything going for it, romance, humour and spice, hell it had more spice than my kitchen cupboard but I guarantee you will read it again and again. The characters are fantastic making you feel you know them and lets be honest here girls Jerrod is what I call a man, oh my god is he a man!

As a book plug goes this is not the best, I am not a romantic person (Remembers when hubby proposed on one knee and got a thump and told not to be so bloody stupid) but from chapter one I was hooked and have been gushing about it since. This is Karyn's first publishing and I bet not the last, read it you want be disappointed.

One more thing, Karyn the pic I got through Google search , loads of images came up, a sign your famous, congratulations and well done.

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The next chapter of The Circle is now up HERE

Updates and thoughts.

2011-05-05T15:47:00.000+01:00

I was watching one of my favourite heavy metal channels the other day and drooling over the men when it hit me, all of them are younger than me! Oh my God I'm getting old, yes I know it comes to us all but I hadn't thought of it till I realised how young this bands are, bands like Iron Maiden and AC/DC which I loved listening too in the 80's (Still do) are now in their 60's.... Do I care about my age... not really, I'm the same as I was as a teen but with a few more lbs and things are not where they used to be, gravity sucks, my greying hair is by the way dyed at the moment a purplish colour, I still like to rock and buy the kerrang mag skid across the floor in my socks and do other crazy stunts. My daughter was getting her hair done and the hairdresser said I was mad..... good I like mad. I still like to do strange things like giving my mum a book called 'Wrinkles, wit and wisdom' for her 70 birthday which she loved besides she knows I'm not the mushy type. Basically I may be getting on but I am still me and happy to be me.

I have updated both stories The circle is Here while the shot below is from Buried Alive which is Here there's something going on between Vlad and Maddy but will it work out.

2011-04-29T17:05:00.000+01:00

I've been busy working on Buried alive which was going really well till I deleted it, stupid mistake on my part but luckily it was backed up although it had to have some tweaks, morel to this tale is pay attention. Anyway I have thirty chapters written so it gives you an idea how long its going to be so don't expect everything to be revealed at once. The next part is now up HERE on the revamped blog which I think looks a lot better plus it gives you more of an idea on what the stories about but hopefully doesn't give to much away.

My poor monitor went last week, after fives years it finally had enough and stopped switching on so I'm now reduced to a fifteen inch screen instead of a nineteen, the good thing is its HD so the pictures on everyone's blogs are amazing wow! My stepfather says they have some floating around at work not being used so he's going to get one for me (they only end up in the dump) so heres fingers crossed but I'll miss the picture quality.

I thought I'd give you a couple of pics of Vlad and Maddy, the poor kid has so much to deal with but she has turned to Vladislav for support. Vlad is attracted to her but unsure what exactly his feelings are and he gets a few shocks along the way. The question is will they work out....... and what of Marcus?

The next part of The Circle is also up HERE

2011-04-11T00:26:00.001+01:00

The next part of The Circle is now up HERE, only another nine chapters to go (and I said it was nearly finished) I have been busy hunting for a classical dance posebox or something along those lines but have found nothing, if you want Gaga you got it, Michael Jackson yep but nothing along the lines I was wanting so I might have to do some impro (Yes I know what it means, I think lol) I have got hooked on taking pictures and have spent hours playing with the game and Photoshop. Some of them were pretty good I thought so I have added them to The Circle, I love fantasy shots and will be adding more as time goes.

My other story Buried alive is still ongoing but The Circle is my baby. I will be updating it soon.

I hope you like the picture below of Ella and yes her and Vorel are fast becoming my fav couple and like the pics posted on The Circle

Vorel and Ella

2011-04-06T14:32:00.000+01:00

With The circle complete I have been working on the Realm’s next story with passion. Trying a few pose boxes in the hopes of getting the shots I was looking for I came up with this one and it looked so beautiful I thought I’d share.

Meet Vorel and Ella…. Vorel is Helmer of the Drayad province which features in the story as much as Vaxur; he is a cold heartless killer that thinks nothing for anyone except himself and his province.

Ella, well what can I say about her without giving to much away, she is from the mortal world and captured as sustenance by the Drayad's raiding party but as the shot shows she is not what she seems. No she is not fairy well she is kinda (Trying to avoid the whole True blood thing) but you’ll have to read the story to find out more.

Both have secrets…….

Got you curious?

What fun I've been having.

2011-03-25T10:42:00.002Z

Yeah I'm afraid so, another shot but this one is different. Why, because this is taken with a new lighting script called A world lit by fire which gives your lighting a warm flame affect. The shot is raw, no editing apart from crop and taken with fraps. I had trouble installing it not because of the script itself but due to my computer refusing to allow me to edit the file but finally I got to to do it and wow, what a difference, perfect for my fantasy story. I was so impressed I had to take a shot and post.

The couple are Vorel and Mikayla from the next story of The Circle which will be up soon but you can find a sneak peek HERE.

If your wondering where I got the wonderful décor there is links below...

A world lit by fire.....HERE

Wallpaper......HERE

Fireplace.......HERE

Wall lights...... unknown but similar HERE

Table (Updated).......HERE

A wonderful list of medieval downloads HERE

Sneak peaks and oops

2011-03-23T12:52:00.002Z

So I was working on the next story of The circle and thought as Drayad is part of this story I would show you a couple of shots. Honestly I built the castle which looks pretty crap from the outside but not bad inside then with it decorated I thought I would try some shots with mixed poses and came up with these, I think they are pretty good.

I introduce Vorel, Helmer of Drayad. You thought Lykaios was bad he is a hell of a lot worse. Cold and heartless he will do anything to protect his province. He demands respect from all his subjects and what he says goes, to argue means death

Mikayla (Mickey to her friends) is from the mortal world. Dragged to the realm by Vorel's men for food her attitude intrigues him and has her sent to the tower. Her first night there she is raped by him and learns she is to be his concubine.

Vorel is fascinated by her although a little shocked over her language. From a tough background she has an attitude and whilst in the dungeon stabs one of the other Vampires causing Vorel's interest. Trying to fight of his advances only excites and make him more determined to own her.

As one of the oldest Vampires in the realm he is quickly angered and has disposed of many that refuse to obey. Mickey is not just his release for lust she is also a form of food and has to endure his hunger in both ways.

Well that's all I'm going to say for now, more will be revealed in the story and by then I will be typing on my new keyboard as I knocked a cup of coffee over my one, typing at the moment is a nightmare as the keys keep sticking. Yeah I know, my own fault well actually it was my sons (Long story)

I loved the way the shots came out and just had to post them, I hope you like them too.

The next chapter of The Circle is HERE and part 4 of Buried alive is HERE

More rambling and some sneak peeks

2011-03-15T16:56:00.000Z

Rain, snow, rain then snow and gales and that's just last week, can summer not come any faster. The circle is now completely written, I was on a roll and with they ideas literally flying from my head I got it done, just the shots to take. Of course what I have got my not all be posted as I'm bound to tweak here and there. It's amazing how one thought can set the ball rolling but then at other times you find for the life of you your brain has gone into shut down.

I started to feel unwell last week and with whatever it is not clearing up I decided to bite the bullet and see a Doctor tomorrow which I hate by the way, it'll be 'Now what seems to be the problem?' 'Well I bla, bla, bla' 'I see, you smoke and drink to far much coffee, that's why' I swear if I feel down the stairs and broke a leg he'd say it was the smoking and coffee, then again he'd probably be right....coffee in the right hand cigarette in the left = no hands on the banisters...ha ha. No matter how sick I've been in the past I always mange three things...smoking, coffee and heavy metal, pneumonia I smoked, pleurisy I smoked. Hubby insists when I go he's fitting a chimney to my coffin.

The Circle is drawing to a close, only another eleven chapters to go if I counted right and there is some shocks along the way but it's not going to end completely, I have already started writing the next story of the realm which is set mostly in Vaxur with some old and new faces, after that who knows I might do one on Faymoor?

I thought I'd post a couple of peeks of future chapters and yes I was playing around the photoshop again. The first shot is Kelsa gravely ill in bed. Lykaios is staring out the window keeping vigil.

Kelsa and Lykaios again but there seems to be tension between them and Lykaios is sporting a nasty wound to his lip.....Mmm, I wonder what's going on?

Part 3 of The Joining is now up HERE

2011-03-03T17:20:00.001Z

You've heard the saying 'the shit hit the fan' well in my case it when through the fan and hit the wall.

Last week my eldest got rushed into hospital, she hasn't been well since she was a teen, so all war ships were at battle stations while the ambulance was called and bits collected, her kids seen to and so on. The kids Dad got the job of looking after them and between us all we kept their routine to the norm. Luckily enough it was an overnight stay then home (Thank goodness) Unfortunately I have one of those families where my Stepfather went into melt down my Mother switched off and guess who carried the can....me. Anyway things are back to normal for now and I thought cool all is calm and going great, then, poof my PC starts acting up again. I think I have found the culprit though, power cuts, we've had a lot recently and I think that's what borking the poor thing up so I am going to invest in a UPS unit so at least when the power goes the battery will keep my PC going till I can save and shut it down. On the down side the bloody thing will cost me about 100 quid or more (Nothings cheap )

So I have added some more Vampire shots to drool over, Louis from Interview with a Vampire, if ever their was a tortured soul he was it. Bill from True blood, I am avidly following season 3 and have the feeling he is not the nicey, nicey we thought he was and last but not least Eric, hell I don't care how bad this boy is, I'd jump into bed with him in flash, maybe I should get out more.

The next chapter of Buried alive is now up HERE

Chit chat

2011-02-24T23:29:00.000Z

Yep I'm afraid so, another story and again Vampires, what can I say I'm nuts on them. I suppose you can say it's True blood meets Being human meets my insane ideas. It was originally to be a small tale but I had one idea after another or rather thoughts, you know the 'what if's' Avenged sevenfold's Buried alive plays a big part in this but as the story was unfolding Hailstorms Familiar taste of poison became appropriate too so I added both songs to the story, my two favourites. What can I tell you without giving it away, well, It has revenge, love, jealousy, mystery, crap it has everything I can think of and haven't thought of yet oh and it's set in modern times.

So with this one and The Circle they will be the only stories for a while, a good while maybe for infinity and beyond (Sorry I always wanted to say that) Anyway that's it, you'll find a link at the bottom if you want to read it and please comment if you like it or even dislike it.

Buried alive

A tribute and thanks.

2011-02-15T01:18:00.001Z

They are the reason I love horror films and Vampires. Christopher Lee was awarded the Fellowship at the Baftas yesterday. I was six years old when I first saw him as Dracula in the Hammer productions along with Peter Cushing (Also pictured) Christopher lee was knighted in 2009 and has been in more films than I can remember. As Count Dracula he had few words but to be honest he didn't need them, the man stands 6 foot 4 and as the Prince of Darkness exuded presence, power and sex appeal. The first time I saw those eyes and the fangs sink into the victims neck (all be it behind his cape) my jaw dropped my eyes turned the size of saucers and I was hooked. As I got older I never gave up my passion for the undead or him and although I'm not a huge fan of James Bond I made a point of watching The man with the Golden Gun, just to see him. I was delighted when he was cast as Saruman in Lord of the Rings and loved every scene he was in although there wasn't enough. Christopher Lee is a powerful, talented actor that has the ability to portray any character he plays brilliantly. Watching him last night getting his award actually brought a tear to my eye and a lump to my throat (Not easy to do) He may be 88 years young but her still has presence.

I know he dislikes to talk about his 'Dracula days' but if I was face to face with him I would say thank you, if it was not for him my stories would never have been written and if the truth be told my stories are my escape from normality.

As you will have already noticed Peter Cushing is also in the picture as again he deserves credit as you cannot have Dracula without Van Helsing, put the two together and the you could almost believe they were battling to the death. Also pictured is Vincent Price, he had the ability to play serious or comedy from the Mask of the red death to A comedy of terrors, this man could scare the shit out of you or crack your ribs with laughter.

Well that's it, what else can I say except that the Vampires today my be sexy but it you want fear these men are the best and if it wasn't for them I probably wouldn't be writing.

Thank you for giving me my weird but unique imagination.

Party

2011-02-13T01:45:00.000Z

I'm having a party and everyone's invited. My PC is up and running and all fixed. Turned out he OS was borked. After two weeks of this and that I ran SFC which found several errors which it fixed and hay presto all the programs that wouldn't open and my AVG ran straight away. Anyway I can now plough ahead with my story. On the down side I have the kids home all of next week, why the schools have to have so many holidays is beyond me but it means peace will be at the minimum.

I am officially pissed off with the winter and am longing to sit in the garden with my boys, a bottle of becks and the warm sun with the sound of my neighbour two doors down as he plays with his chain saw or grinder and the sound of my boys as they bark at everything that moves, ok so maybe I'll sit indoors with my music but the warm weather is now so appealing.

For the last while I've been dappling in a new story, as yet I'm not sure where to go with it or even if I'll post it, yes its got Vampires but this is more of a revenge story with some mystery thrown in. As I say its something I'm playing around for the moment.

The next chapter of The Circle is now up and I hope it gives you a few surprises.

The Joining - Part 1

2011-02-07T19:14:00.000Z

Ok so what's been happening, well apart from a bout of Migraines I am still working on my PC. So far she is clean of virus's and the hard drive is fine which just leaves the Ram which will take probably several days to test as there four sticks and they have to be done one at a time. I have mixed feelings about the results of the test, part of me want's a fail which would mean the reasons for my problem but on the other hand it would mean replacements. My kids were at Professor Greens concert last night so I babysat for my eldest. I was very proud of my eldest as she has some problems and finds it difficult to cope with large crowds, she did start to panic but she held her ground and stayed the course, well done.

Why do I have Medal of Honor above, well, with my PC down it means no Sims so no Story, I have a good deal of it written but am unable to get the shots at the moment so I treated myself to this game and was surprised to find it ran on my laptop. I played it years ago on my son's PS2 but since he got his Xbox I haven't bothered (He prefers Call of Duty) I'm addicted, poor hubby had to cook dinner last night while I tried to get off Omaha beach...... no luck so far. My son laughs when he watch's me play as I'll sit and ponder my next move but I just point out that the war was not won by jumping in with all guns blazing but a few extra medi packs would be nice, getting out the water was bad enough but can I get to the trench. Anyway the next chapter of The Circle is now up (Link below) which leaves one more for publishing after that? I just hope my PC is fixed by then.

Fragments - Part 5

Sims Medieval

2011-01-28T02:18:00.000Z

I've been doing a lot of reading lately on the Sims Medieval and all I can think of is Stories. The scenery, content and clothing will make excellent back drops, no trying to hide tarmac roads or sign posts, no waiting for the school bus, paper boy or that bloody Mr Humble to leave before taking your shot. Yeah I like the look of it but will it be Sims, well, you can't build, no biggie for me as all I can't build is square boxes. And if your planning a legacy story forget it, children don't grow up and ok, your stories are limited to that time frame. I am wondering if you can create an adult child by picking two and creating through body shop like you can in S2 and S3 but as yet I've not found out. I am impressed with the quality of the setting, the kingdoms look beautiful as if someone spent a lot of time and thought putting pencil to paper. I like the different subjects you can be, from assassin to king/queen and as there are sorcerers I imagine the magic will be better than in Apartment life (I hope) The big question is will it take of, probably....will it be as big as S2 and S3, probably not, with that the bigger question is if you can do stories with it will there be custom content and hacks (Pose boxes and so on) you never know. Will I buy the game, yes...will I be disappointed, probably but on the plus side they are already looking at expansion packs so hopefully they will listen to the buyer again.

This is not meant to be a review, how can I when its not yet out. This is just a storytellers thoughts and hopes, it would be nice if kids grew in the future that pose boxes and hacks became available and even that I could build my square boxes but I 'll just have to wait and see.

2011-01-26T14:32:00.000Z

Well my PC is still out of action but some nice person at Geeks to Go is helping me fix it. So I'm a bit at a lose, being unable to play the Sims means not shots for my story and even if I could play without photoshop I'm unable to edit any pics. So I thought I'd vent my anger.....

To the people who create Viruses, Malware and so on, its bad enough you lot make this stuff to gain access into our computers but to make something that only messes them up is sad. Ok so the stuff I have stored is not life or death but its still annoying as well as upsetting, all the stuff stored, like photos could be lost. But wait, you have gone further, the virus that got in to the Health service computers and knocked them out, patients who's appointments had to be cancelled, operations postponed, this isn't a bit of fun its sick and dangerous. You have nothing better to do than sit in your room coming up with this crap, get a life!

Well now that's off my chest, I could say more, a lot more but what would be the point. As long as there is computers and lets face it they are going to be around for a long long time then there will always be the ass holes who enjoy fucking them up. If they are so cleaver why don't they try and come up with something to stop Viruses ect instead. There is four instillations I know of that spend 24/7 coming up with programs and updates to stop such intrusions to computers so it makes your mind boggle at the amount of sicko's out there.

When I was a kid an attacker was someone you saw, he was there in front of you demanded your purse, money whatever. These days an attacker is more likely someone faceless, a person that hides behind closed doors and hits a button, the worst of it is he could be a neighbour.

Now I feel better I'm off for a cuppa....

Me and my big mouth

2011-01-22T16:00:00.001Z

ARRRGH! That feel's better kinda.

After all I said about Windows 7 being great, stable, best OS for years, its bugged up. Yep, my anti-virus won't work, I can't open word or photoshop...zip....nada big time. I had noticed she was a bit sluggish for the past few days and as always it was I must look into that then today I switched her on and found to my horror that nothing will work. At the moment I'm trying everything to get her back up and running but for now the poor thing is on life support. Luckily I have my trusty laptop (Fingers crossed) so I can write but not much else. The morel to this tale is keep your mouth shut or risk jinxing yourself.

I thought I'd post this shot as a little teaser although its a few chapters ahead. Lykaios being only as we've come to expect, bad ass. I'm guessing I don't have to tell you what he's up to (wink) and I have to admit I wouldn't mind being in his harem, always the bad guys for me. Anyway keep your fingers crossed for my poorly PC. The next part of my story The Circle is now up, I hope you enjoy it and thank you to everyone who has read my stories.

Fragments part 2

2011-01-03T17:06:00.001Z

Well its now 2011 and happy new year to you all. I am still recovering from what can only be described as a hangover which is odd as I didn't drink. Gone are the days when I would happily down bottles sleep for a few hours then wake and start again. Is it marriage, kids or the fact I cook new year dinner? Probably all three. I have to admit the meal was wonderful and we all ate far to much. My Stepfather was the first to leave, his risk of falling asleep was fast becoming a reality. The Grandchildren had a wonderful time although they didn't eat much but the youngest refused to go home till she'd seen some of Terminator 2, at two she has no idea what is going on, all she sees is robots one of her passions (The other is Buzz Lightyear) Anyway the crazy season is now over but it wont be long before its upon us again, I can only hope we get a summer this year but in the far north of Scotland its a pipe dream. Sitting her typing this I hear the weather forecaster announce more snow (Again) I love snow but not when I do the dog walking, if I moan about it Hubby reminds me they are my boys, If I don't want to walk, don't have the dogs. I love my boys and wouldn't know what to do without them but I wish I could just open the door and tell them to come back in a couple of hours lol. We are now fast approaching the best part of the holidays...the end when the kids and hubby will head off and be gone all day... peace, bliss. The next chapter of my story The Circle is now up and all I can say is have a fulfilling 2011.

The Circle

Random rambles

2010-12-23T00:34:00.000Z

Well its here yet again, the time we eat, drink and spend to much and call it a fun. How we can use the word holiday is beyond me...more cooking, more cleaning, extra family and friends? To me a holiday is no cooking or cleaning, no family and friends, a large sandy beach and a hot sun, a crate of becks to my right some sexy men to my left and a spliff. Lets face it we see enough of the family at every other time so why spend in my case a whole two weeks with them. The hubby will either be driving me nuts with his 'help' around the house or panicking over my boys and the grandchildren, yes my dogs are large but the shepherd grew up with them and the lab well old age keeps him confined to his bed most of the time. Either way the hubby will spend he hols driving me nuts. My daughter will hog the telly (football, darts and pop music) and my son will tear himself away from his xbox occasionally to descend down stairs and raid the cupboards, day will become night to him, oh well it could be worse...how I'm still working on that. So with the Christmas spirit in mind I decided to post this very handsome fella aka Eric from true blood, if you were expecting a cute kitten in a stocking, sorry not my thing. I have two weeks of hell coming I need something to keep me sane and drool over. One more thing before I shut up, I have a new story up called The Circle, this one is going to be going for a while and as this blog is now getting quite cluttered looking I posted to a new one a link is above. Thank you to everyone that has read my stories and I hope you enjoyed them as much a I did written them. Merry Christmas.....

Battle

2010-12-19T16:52:00.002Z

'It's hunger was immense, with each claimed soul it grew larger and stronger. Now it was ready to take all.

Part 4 - Battle

BATTLE

2010-12-19T16:44:00.003Z

Arla watched with sadness as the girl unaware of her surroundings or the people around her stood and cried. She was frightened, the voices had promised her happiness, relief but all she found was sorrow, a deep depressive darkness where she was tormented. Arla spoke gently, told her she was not to blame, that she was still loved. “I want my Mum” the girl sobbed. Arla explained that she no longer lived, that her Mother was gone. The girl changed, her eyes darted back and forth, something was coming…Arla sensed it too. ‘It’ seeped into the room like an oil slick, its dark oppressive weight pressed down on Arla. The girl turned to her in panic “I want to go home” with a cry of fear she vanished. Arla heard laughter, a spiteful, sick laughter that echoed round the room then the Darkness was gone.

Kelly woke; still dark she slipped from the covers and opened the door. Most of them slept only the Vampire and Arla sat in the kitchen. She heard the low voices as they chatted, caught up with each other. Kelly crept across the landing, listening.

Gabe washed her hands then stood in front of the mirror, the lamp cast eerie shadows across the room and the rain hit the window as if tapping to get in, a great image for a horror film she chuckled dryly. Adam had said he would wait but she refused, insisted she would be fine and giving him a gentle shove pointed him in his room’s direction. Michael was taking over from Arla shortly and then Adam so he had better get some sleep.

Putting the towel back Gabe stood quietly, she was sure something was wrong? Opened the door she found Kelly waiting. “Sorry, you should have knocked” Kelly said nothing. A multitude of emotions whirled round Gabe as if she was in a tornado, fear, anger, hatred. “Kelly?”

‘Do it, with her gone the Vampire will have no reason to stay, he will leave, you will be safe then’

Arla felt it first, the hatred and desire so strong it made her feel sick. Wolf stared at his friend as the menace washed over him also. Leaping from the table they made for the stairs just as they heard a scream.

Kelly laughed wildly as she struck Gabe with a fire poker; blood rushed from the wound then stopped. Gabe screamed in agony, fangs extended her eyes flamed red.

‘She was one of those, that was why ‘It’ felt a change’

Kelly heard voices pleading, demanding Gabe’s death. “Die, Die” she screeched as she lifted the poker into the air but Gabe was faster.

Wolf reaching the top of the stairs roared with anguish as he saw Gabe with her hand on Kelly’s throat as the other tilted her head to one side. Arla stepped forward…..

“This is not the way” she told Gabe gently. Woken from their sleep the others bolted from their rooms. Adam took in the scene “shit” He looked at Gabe who was about to snap Kelly’s neck or worse, she was Vampire. Arla murmured softly to her, her own calmness started to have an effect and Gabe let go. Wolf rushed to Gabe and examined the wound; speaking to her softly she turned to him her Vampire instincts still dominant, lifting her up Wolf carried her back to the castle. Kelly started to laugh, a vile manic laugh, before Michael could stop her she fled, into the night. Adam went after her ignoring the protests from Arla but by dawn he had to admit she was gone, he just had to hope Kelly would be alright.

Adam stood in the kitchen and stared out the window. Arla was right, there was something here, something evil and it had claimed Kelly. “There was nothing you could do” Adam turned to find Arla watching him “If….” She stepped forward and reached out “If’s and maybe’s, your world lives by them, sometimes what happens was meant to” The feel of her hand was searing his skin, he felt his body reacting, he wanted more than a single touch. Arla moved closer pressing her body against his “You feel the connection between us, yes” Connection, he was falling hook line and sinker, whatever she was didn't matter. “Yes” he murmured as his lips crushed hers.

The trio sat and listened to the silence around them, each with their own thoughts. Michael wondered what he was going to say about Kelly, her parents would not believe what had happened they would blame him.

Adam tried to listen to his head but his heart was louder, he loved Arla but what was going to happen between them when they had finished here. Probably move on to the next job and forget, but could he?

Arla wasn't thinking the voices in her head would have prevented her from hearing them. They cursed her blamed her and the Vampire for Kelly’s actions, told her the unpleasant things they were going to do to her and Gabe, Gabe…she was to join them. There it was again, another sound like swinging.

Climbing the stairs Arla felt herself drawn to one of the bedrooms. Pushing the door open she looked in horror. Kelly stood on a chair a noose suspended from the ceiling. “Kelly don’t” Arla cried. Kelly turned and laughed as she placed her head through the rope, she kept laughing right up to the moment her neck snapped. Arla stood frozen as Kelly twitched for a few seconds then stopped her body now an empty shell. How had she come back and not been noticed, why hadn't she felt her? Something caught her eye and turning watched as ‘It’ descended from the corner, slowly it moved towards Kelly. ‘Its’ hunger raw; it wrapped itself round Kelly as if embracing her lifeless corpse. The Darkness grew deeper, no longer translucent, then as quickly as it had appeared it vanished along with Kelly. Arla stood rooted to the spot ‘It’ had claimed yet another soul. She wouldn't tell the others, what would be the point it would only upset them.

The front door banged startling them; turning towards the sound they saw Wolf….with Gabe. Throwing her arms round her Arla hugged her “ I'm so glad to see you have recovered, how you are feeling?” Gabe smiled shyly “ I'm fine, never better” Giving her a squeeze he voiced Michaels thoughts “That was some wound, why did you not tell us” Gabe stammered, unsure of what to say causing Wolf to almost leap forward in protection. Putting up a hand Arla stopped him. “I can block my thoughts and Vampires are immune to the Darks probing but you are not” Wolf let Gabe explain. She had insisted on coming, had to see for her self it’s destruction. She asked him to turn her, let her be as him but he refused, Vampire was not a life but a curse, she would be damned forever. He had marched out of their home and she hadn't seen him for several nights.

“I told him to do it” Arla added “meeting meeting was not an accident it was meant to be just as her turning was meant to be” Wolf stared at the floor “I still wish I hadn't….” he trailed off, he had not wanted to turn his beloved into a killer but as much as he disliked having to do so the thought of having her by his side forever made his heart proud. “ I'm sorry for what I did, you know, to Kelly” Gabe looked from Adam to Michael. “New Vampires cannot control themselves, it takes time to learn certain skills” Wolf added. “If Kelly had done that to me I’d have probably done the same” Adam winked.

‘It’ listened, its anger rising. The feeling it got from her mixed and now it knew why. She was no longer mortal, Vampire, she was a monster and unclean, the demons bitch.

Arla clutched at her head, the voices inside yelled at her, insulted her. She was to blame had told the Vampire to do it….it was her fault. ‘It’ growled, the sound low at first built inside Arla till it filled her mind. Bursting forth the sound filled every room, every corner.

The house came to life, doors banged; ornaments flew across the room smashing against the walls. The sound became deafening. Two ghosts appeared, their faces twisted with hate. “We have to get out of here” Adam shouted above the roar. Grabbing her arm Wolf made for the door only to find it blocked. ‘It’ glared at her, she was to stay, become one with it but she was useless now, nothing but skin and bone to discard. Gabe found her self being wrenched from Wolf and thrown across the room. “It’s angry with Gabe, it wants to kill her” Arla shouted to Wolf. Leaping across the room Wolf pulled Gabe to him and held her tight. Michael made for the windows, if he could break one, but he too was thrown, the two ghosts moved towards him.

Arla stood still, paying no attention to what was going on. She started to mumble, the language foreign to most of those around her. The light exploded from beneath Arla as if the sun itself had burst through, golden orbs danced round her then shot to every corner dispelling the shadows that lurked there , ‘It’ recoiled at the sudden brightness. she was bringing it, calling it forth. Arla kept her eyes on the darkness; her mouth moved quickly calling for the emanation to come, to banish the shadows that lurked here. She didn't notice the dark orbs. They shot through her, stabbing at her chest her heart but Arla ignored it, ignored the pain that it caused.

Adam watched in alarm as Arla fought with the darkness, Light and Shadow collided like two planets. It coiled round her heart squeezing it tight. He could see the strain on her face, the pain in her eyes, she was loosing. Still she persisted, using every ounce of strength she had, she shouted to the others to get out that she couldn't hold it much longer. Michael bolted for the door closely followed by Wolf carrying Gabe. Dropping Gabe on the grass he ran back inside.

Arla’s arms felt heavy, unable to hold any longer she fell. Hoping they had enough time to get out she bowed her head and waited. Sensing her weakness the darkness shifted, moved towards her, Gabe was of no use now but her but the Fae she would make an excellent addition and a fitting punishment to the one that had ruined its plans.

Arla felt someone behind her; strong arms wrapped round her waist and pulled her to her feet. “Don’t know if I can help but I won’t leave you” Arla stared into Adams eyes “You should get out; I can’t hold it any longer” Adam shook his head “Either we leave together or we stay together” Arla felt his strength; it pulsated through her causing her body to crackle. Lifting her hands she pointed to the darkness. Balls of light shot from her fingers and hit the darkness. “ARLA!” Wolf shouted as he appeared. “Go, stay with Gabe” Arla shouted back. Wolf looked at Adam who nodded “We’ll be fine” Wolf doubted it but obeyed. Joining Michael and Gabe in the garden he waited.

Arla felt she was bursting, the energy being drawn from Adam was intense; closing her eyes she placed her hands in her lap. She stared to mumble, the soft musical voice grew as she repeated the verse.

Light erupted from her, its brilliance illuminating the entire house burst from the windows. Every nook, every cranny was bathed in its radiance preventing the shadows from escaping. The Darkness squealed in agony as it shifted back and forth looking for escape, it rushed at Arla but another blast sent it reeling and suddenly it was gone.

It took several minutes for them to realise it was over, the battle won. He pulled Arla towards the door and together they joined the others. “It’s over, finally over” Gabe whispered in relief. “No” Arla turned to her “The battle is won but the war, It still lurks in the shadows, weak from the light, it may take several years to regain its strength but it will be back” Gabe looked up at the house she wanted to destroy it, burn it to the ground but Gabe still felt a connection to it. “I will board it up and place condemned signs hopefully it will stop people from entering”

Joining Wolf and Gabe at the castle they showered, ate and slept. For the first time in weeks they were safe to sleep deeply. Waking late they made arrangements for their journeys home that evening. While waiting for their hosts to rise they went over the last few weeks. Michael decided he would carry on with his work but knowing what he knew now he would try to remove them than disprove. Wolf and Gabe joined them later and told them they were returning to Spain. “You don’t go to the other place” Adam asked. “I was banned from the Realm many years ago; I broke the only rule of my kind” Michael was intrigued “Only rule?” Wolf looked pained as he remembered his past “I killed one of my own, it was him or me and unfortunately I won” Adam wanted to ask more but decided not too. The cab pulled up and Michael climbed in “I won’t say goodbye as we may just meet again” slamming the door the cab pulled off.

Wolf Shook hands with Adam and hugged Arla “Let’s not leave it to long again?” Arla gave him a squeeze “One day I will come to Spain, I would like to see it” Turning to Gabe she gave the girl a huge hug “I know Garwolf is happy, I feel it, he loves you deeply” Adam turned to pick up his bag, turning back he found the two Vampires gone. “Well that just leaves us” he turned to Arla “You’ll be heading back to this Realm?” Arla felt the pain in her heart “I must, I am needed there” Adam looked down and kicked the dirt “I can’t convince you to stay here?” Her finger caressed his check the touch sending waves of desire flowing through his body “I wish I could” reaching up her lips pressed gently on his “Goodbye Adam” Turning she started to walk away, the tears in her eyes threatened to role down her face. “Wait, Arla….take me with you” Arla stopped “You would do that, give up your life here” His arms slide round her waist, his lips nuzzled her neck “I love you, I’d travel to the moon and back with you”

Slipping her hand into his she stared into those wonderful eyes of his “Let’s go home”

The house stood, empty and forgotten but it wasn't lonely. The souls that dwelt there still moved through the rooms. The only sign of life was the youths who went past, threw rocks at it. A storm hit, loud and violent, the thunder roared and the lightening cracked hitting the roof, the fire worked its way down, the old rotten wood didn't stand a chance. The house was too far away; people tucked away in their homes didn't see the smoke in the night sky or smell the acrid smell of fire. Abandoned and alone it sat burning, the souls wailed and screamed but no one could save them even if they were alive. By dawn all that was left was a shell. Firemen sifted through the debris but to their relief found no bodies.

The insurance paid out but Gabe decided not to rebuild, Instead it would lay as a reminder that sometimes things can go bump in the night.

The locals warned their children not to play near it, learnt to avoid it at night. For the few that didn't know or chose to ignore the warnings they reported strange goings on. Balls of light that would hover above the ruins, the sound of a child crying and if you listened, really listened you could make out the sound of banging, as if someone was hammering…..

2010-12-14T14:48:00.001Z

She was coming, 'It' sensed her determination to return, to put an end to whatever was happening. That was impossible, It had lived here for many centuries, at first the land and then as the house was built it moved in, took over. Nothing could force it out, destroy it. They, the others joining her would loose, one by one they would fall. 'It' waited in the shadows, hungrily counting the hours, the minutes.... Gabrielle was coming home.

Contention

2010-12-14T14:22:00.005Z

With the Jeep unloaded the trio quietly set up the equipment. Adam saw to the cameras and made sure the generator was ready for switching on. Michael wandered round the old house waving a small electronic box round as he went while Kelly set up the computers making tweaks as she went along.

They were paranormal investigators from Transcendental, a small company that searched for the existence of the unearthly or more to the point disprove it. Michael had set the company up a few years ago with Kelly his student from Uni, her computer abilities and quick thinking had impressed him. Adam had only been with them a few months, more muscle than logical he was also handy when it came to generators and vehicles. Leaving the Special Forces he had seen the add in the paper and although he didn’t believe in such things he applied for the job.

With everything set up Adam flicked the switch on the genny. The machine burst into action and a deep heavy droan ran through the house. Joining Kelly the two made sure the cameras were all working. Kelly turned to see a young woman, small and slim with long red hair she stood looking up at the house “Michael, I think our guest has arrived”

Arla stared at the peeling paint and rotten boards, closing her eyes she entered the building but not in the normal way. Slowly she travelled through the siding, the beams and rafters, no longer in but part of the house. She heard it, heard the faint growls and murmured voices ‘Get out’ they demanded angrily over and over again. Opening her eyes she stared at the house with trepidation, this was not going to be easy.

Michael opened the door “Come in, come in, you must be Arla, Mr Talamaur said you would be joining us” Arla took his out stretched hand “Michael am I right?” The old man laughed “Got it in one, please let me introduce you to the others” Leading her into the living room he pointed to the woman “This is Kelly, computer genius and assistant” Arla smiled and gave a polite pleased to meet you. Turning to the young man Arla felt a connection as she stared into brilliant blue eyes “This is Adam, mechanic and protector” Arla was confused and looked at Michael “Protector?” Michael gave a small laugh “Adam is our bodyguard; just in case” Her youthful face suddenly displayed concern “You think you can fight this?”

Adam stretched out on the settee with his hands clasped behind his head “Don’t let my good looks fool you, I am more than capable of getting the job done” Putting her hands up she shook her head “Please don’t get me wrong but you can only fight what you can see, feel…this, this thing is different, its not solid but is alive”

“So you think there is something here?” Michael asked as he offered her a seat. “I know its here” Adam chuckled “You know?” Arla turned away and studied a painting on the wall. Kelly looked at the others then back at Arla “How?” The young woman shook her head “Let’s just say I do” Adam examined the girl closely, he had seen the reaction in her face when she had looked at him, felt his own chest tighten. There was something about her, something that caused an ache in his groin.

Michael gave a small cough “Well then, that just leaves two more to arrive, I have no idea when” Arla smiled politely “They will be here shortly, not long after dark” They had insisted on joining them along with this Arla. They must have some distance to travel if it would be nightfall when they arrived.

Adam got the fire going, it was only early September but the house felt cold. The group sat and chatted, mostly answering Arla’s questions, for someone not wanting to reveal too much about herself she had no qualms about asking them. Not longer after Kelly lit the lamps they heard the main door open, a pretty ash blonde woman appeared in the doorway closely followed by a big man, fucking big with a face like thunder. Arla jumped from her seat “Garwolf it has been a long time” His face softened as he hugged his friend “Arla three years is too long” The young woman turned to Gabe and took her hand, a bolt of energy shot through her, Arla saw in her mind what Gabe had gone through, like sitting in the cinema the images swam past her from the first time she had opened the door to the night she had fled in terror. Blocking the images from her mind she stared intro Gabe’s eyes “The house wants you”

After the introductions Michael asked Gabe to explain why she thought the house was haunted. Gabe smiled in thanks for the support as Wolf put his arm round her, slowly she relived her time here, from the beginning with the strange noises to the terrible darkness that would appear, the feeling of dread and repulsion she felt in ‘Its’ presence “From what you tell me it would suggest the house is evil, impossible, a house is only bricks or in this case timber” Seeing the look on her face Michael added “I am not saying you are wrong or made it up, no, all I'm saying is that a house would have to be alive which it cannot”

Arla watched Gabrielle as she listened to Michael, she knew the house was alive, she had felt it the moment she had looked at the worn looking building. She also knew that the quietness would soon be shattered, that they would be up against something far worse, far more terrible than they could even imagine in their worst nightmares.

Gabe rose and headed for the door “I think I’ll make coffee” leaving the others to talk. “I thought you might like some help” Arla joined her; together they set out the mugs while they waited for the kettle to boil. “Have you known Wolf long?” Arla laughed, the joyful sound rang round the kitchen “You could say that, how much did Garwolf tell you about me?” Gabe had to admit he hadn't said all that much, only that she was not like her or him and that she had abilities, powers not thought to exist. Arla nodded, Garwolf would have stayed quiet, left it up to her to decide who should know the truth. “I am Fae” Gabe looked at her quizzically “Fae, like fairies?” Arla smiled “Not quite but to answer your question I have known Garwolf for a hundred years” Gabe was stunned, ‘Fae’ they were creatures from fairy tales told to children….but then not so long ago she didn't believe in Vampires.

Wolf entered the kitchen “Everything all right?” Gabe picking up the tray made for the living room “Yes, we were just talking” Wolf looked at her with raised eyebrows, turning to follow he was grabbed by Arla. Waiting till Gabe disappeared into the other room she turned to Wolf “How much do you know about Gabrielle?” Dark chocolate eyes stared into pools of green “Her parents were scientists killed while on an expedition, she was brought up by her Aunt and Uncle, has or rather had a cousin called Sophie…why” Arla pulled him away from the door and in a hushed tone “She is like me” Wolf let the thought settle for a moment “She has powers?” Arla shook her head “No Garwolf, she is like me, a Fae well not completely but part of her is Fae, when I took her hand I was able to relive her nightmare through her, only Fae can connect like that but I also feel it, somewhere in her heritage her line was mixed with mine"

Wolf stood in the garden and listened to the night, owls hooted in the trees mice scurried in the fields and bats darted to and fro. Could that be the reason for the house wanting Gabrielle, she was part Fae….how and when would never be known but over the years the Fae line had been weakened by the breeding with Mortals, Arla explained how she knew that for Gabrielle the Fae blood was strong, stronger than it should be after so long. Damn, this was not a good idea especially after the kid, the house was gaining strength. he had to get her back to

Spain

. Arla stepped from the shadows, she knew how he felt, the tie between him and Gabrielle was strong, as if an invisible rope bound them together “Running is not the answer, ‘It’ will keep killing till it gets what it wants” She was right, he had been around long enough to know such things “The sun will be up soon, where is Gabrielle?”

Arla assured the others she would be fine, saying goodnight she settled on the settee, Adam was to relieve her in four hours. She thought of the gadgets lining the tables in he next room, all this equipment and it would not help them, she wasn't sure if she could help. Closing her eyes she drifted off only to be brought round be the feeling she was not alone. From the moment she had stepped into the grounds she had been aware of being watched but this was different. Opening her eyes she watched as the dark shape hovered, its depraved thoughts flooded her mind but Arla sat quietly and watched.

You cannot harm me, I am too strong, what can you do a mere Fae a cursed mortal. I will have Gabrielle she belongs with us; you and that thing will not stop me. I will kill…kill you all’

Arla slowly stood her defiance in being intimidated written all over her face. The darkness sniggered to it’s self as a mist appeared beside it. The mist shifted and swirled as it formed shapes, two women stood before her.

Arla guessed they were Gabrielle’s Aunt and cousin or rather what were left of them. The Ghosts moved towards her their hunger to consume evident. Arla’s mouth moved quickly, rhythmic's whispers fell from her as she stood and faced the evil before her. An intense golden light appeared, coloured orbs danced as the light grew brighter, consuming her. The ghosts shrieked and backed off the darkness roared and vanished. Arla sunk to the floor drained; ‘It’ was strong and would take all her strength to defeat it. Aware of someone watching she turned towards the door. Adam stood his mouth open.

Adam searched the house and found Arla in the garden watching the fish jumping in the water. He had tried to speak to her the day before but the equipment suddenly failed and the generator broke down. By the time it was all sorted the others were about. Arla knew he was there; the chemistry between them was strong, he was fighting it but it was inevitable, the Great Mother destined them to be together. “I….I….” Adam stammered like a lovelorn school kid. “You saw!” Adam hung his head “Yes” Turning she faced him and stared into to those marvellous blue eyes “And you want to know how?” Adam could all but nod, his chest felt as if it would burst and as for his groin, hell! Arla took his hands “In time, you will all now in time” It was magic had to be, the ball of light the hold she had on him. Arla caressed his cheek “Yes it is sortilege, magic as you say but our connection, our desire for one another is not, I have no hold over you….it is meant to be”

Adam didn't have a clue what she was on about all he understood was the burning need to kiss her. Sliding his arms round her slim waist he pulled her closer, his lips pressed down on hers.

Kelly worked on the computers desperately trying to keep them from crashing but when she had fixed one problem another appeared. Frustrated she went for coffee. She just didn't get it, there was no reason why the damn things should keep going down but here she was trying to fix them. Rinsing the cup in the sink she made her way to the bathroom. Michael wandered the hallway making sure all the wires were connected properly, hearing a scream he bolted in the direction it came from.

Kelly stared in the mirror in alarm, the face that stared back was not her own. Its sagging rotten flesh hung on the skull, open sores oozed pus. The eyes were lifeless but at the same time filled with anger, with hunger. Its wide smile revealed rotten teeth.

‘Why so upset Kelly, you only see yourself, never the beautiful swan always the duckling but I can change all that, give you want you want…join me and I will give you all you wish for’

Blinking Kelly found her own face staring back. Swinging round she shoved her head down the toilet and retched. Michael banged on the door “Kelly is everything all right?” looking at the others as they joined him. Wolf stepped forward “Kelly open the door or I break it down” slowly the door opened and a pale Kelly stepped out. Adam shot passed her and looked round the room “Hell Kelly what was the screaming about?” Kelly refused to look at them “Did I, sorry I thought I saw a mouse” Arla observed from a distance, it looked as if ‘It’ had found it’s next victim. Gabe took Kelly’s arm and led her to her room; she too knew the woman was lying.

With Kelly and Michael turned in for the night Adam joined Arla and the rest in the living room, he wanted to be alone with her but it looked like that was up the chimney. They chatted, made small talk and listened to Adam as he told them about his life in the forces; three of them knew they weren't alone.

Stifling a yawn Arla rose and saying goodnight went to her room. Wolf and Gabe headed outside for some fresh air leaving Adam on his own. That Garwolf fellow was certainly an odd ball, why he disappeared to his castle during the day with Gabe he couldn't work out. Gabe now, she was a stunner if just as odd as her man but he only had one woman on his mind, Arla. There seemed to be a peace about her a calmness that affected everyone.

‘She wants you, she’s waiting for you. Go; take her that's what she want's"

Shaking his head he pushed the thoughts from his mind. What had come over him?

Arla listened to the whispers, the voices that tried to torment her, they promised all, happiness, fulfilment and most of all Adam. If she joined them she could have him, they would give him to her. Ignoring them made them mad; turning nasty they promised something else, punishment, an eternity of pain if she refused. Arla slid out of bed; she refused to listen any more. Quietly she made her way down stairs; Adam sat at the computers and stared at the screens, immediately sensing something wrong she put her hand on his shoulder “Adam?”

‘She’s here for you, wants you….take her’

Adam got to his feet and moved towards her. Arla felt the darkness, felt it controlling him, turning she made to run but a heavy weight knocked her to the ground. Grabbing her shoulder Adam rolled her on her back, his weight pinned her to the floor, his hand slide up under skirt, he lowered his head to her neck, her breasts. “ADAM, Adam this isn't you, ‘Its’ in control, stop now” Adam heard nothing, his mind blank.

Wolf sensed the danger, felt his friends fear, taking Gabe’s hand he turned back towards the house. The others hearing the shouts dashed down the stairs. The main door flew of its hinges; Wolf bolted across the room and hauled Adam off Arla by the throat with one hand. “Garwolf stop, it’s not his fault, he’s not in control…It is” Wolf snarled his eyes burned red, slowly they returned to normal, Adam slide to the floor.

The others stood rooted to the spot, had they really just seen what they thought they’d seen. Michael stepped forward letting the three of them know they were there. Still on guard Wolf turned to the old man his fangs bared. Kelly screamed only to be told to shut up by Gabe. Ignoring the strange look on Wolf he went to Adam and knelt beside him “Will he be alright?” Arla looked worried “It won’t release him, it’s angry with Garwolf”

That thing had ruined it, Fae and demons were not capable of connecting but they had, that creature had stopped them and it was going to make them pay. ‘It’ watched, observed their actions with disdain, weaklings all of them even the Fae was not strong enough to defeat it. But something was wrong, he felt a difference in Gabrielle as if she was no longer what she seemed. It was there lingering, a strength not possible in a human but to weak to understand. It would find out, had ways of gaining information but for now it was going to play, draw on their weaknesses. The demon was trouble; it unable to control Vampires could only hope to get each one alone...

“I must get him to hospital” Michael stated as he frantically looked for the truck keys. Arla knelt beside Adam “No, if you try to remove him from here he will die” Taking him in her arms she started to chant.

The two figures were suddenly bathed in a bright light. Michael and Kelly could only watch in astonishment as the mumbling grew louder and firmer, small black orbs drifted from Adam’s body and with what could only be described as a screech floated to the ceiling and vanished. Adam took a deep breath “What happened?” Arla stroked his brow “It’s alright, your alright now” Getting to his feet he swayed slightly, Putting an arm round his waist Wolf stopped him from collapsing. Looking at the others Wolf laughed “I guess our covers blown”

Making sure Adam was alright they sat in the living room in an uncomfortable silence. Michael was the first to speak “Well, we seem to have had quite an eventful evening” Kelly looked at Wolf nervously “What are you?” Wolf turned to Arla who nodded “I am Vampire”

Kelly gave a weak laugh “But they don’t exist” It was Arla’s turn to laugh “There is a lot on this earth and others you have never seen” Michael’s eyebrow raised “Others?” Arla looked towards Adam who looked a bit pale “Maybe we should leave this till another time” Adam insisted he was fine and with Michael pushing she relented. “Garwolf is Vampire, he is in your years nearly a thousand years old” Turning to him she teased “Still a young cub”, she told them about the Vampires that live in this world and the other although she kept the name to herself, she explained about the Mystic’s that lived there, that as well as Wolf’s kind there were Elves, Nymphs and others.

Michael was dumbfounded, to think that for years he had been trying to disprove such things “If you’ll excuse me for asking but Vampires and Fairies living in peace?” Wolf answered “We were at war once, for centuries we fought till one day are two great leaders met at Erin field to battle and realised they had forgotten what the war was over, looking at the dead at their feet the decided to work together for peace” Arla carried on, telling them as little as she could get away with then sat back and waited for them to digest what they had been told. Kelly finally asked the question that was on Adams lips “Vampires drink blood, are you going to drink ours?” Wolf roared with laughter “No, I will not harm any of you” Adam looked at Arla; he hoped she wasn't a blood sucker….. “I am Fae” turning to answer his silent question “Fae?”

“I am from a people that work’s as one with the land, we believe it to be alive, every blade of grass to every breath of wind, to hurt it in any way would seal our fate” Kelly was finding this ridiculous “You’ll be telling me next you have pointed ears and can read minds and stuff, oh boy, beam me up Scottie” Arla turned to her and pulled back her hair revealing pointed ears “Does that answer your question, you saw the change in Wolf, what I did for Adam” Hearing his name he tore his eyes away from Arla “What, did something happen to me” the last he remembered was feeling unwell. Quickly Michael filled him in. “So if you have all this power way can’t you use it to get rid of whatever was in the house?” Arla only wished it were that simple.

The conversation turned back to the house and to Arla’s relief they asked no more. Kelly was the first to retire wanting to freshen up before bed. Having decided it would be wise not to let anyone be on there own Michael said he was retiring also. Adam wanted to take a look round before locking up so Gabe offered to join him. Wolf sat nervously and stared into the fire. “She will be fine Garwolf, she is with Adam, besides we can hear her” Wolf nodded grimly; this was proving more dangerous than he expected. “How safe is she?” not wanting to be overheard she answered in his mind ‘It will no longer be able to claim her but…..’ Wolf gave a low growl as he guessed the rest. ‘They will ask, at the moment their minds are full but one of them will wonder and ask’

Gabe followed behind as Adam gave the place a once over; with the doors securely locked he checked the windows. Stopping at the one that was boarded “Is that where….?” Gabe nodded “So I heard, poor kid” turning they finished up and went back down stairs. Filling the kettle Gabe placed it on the stove, Adam would much prefer something stronger but Coffee was all there was. “You shouldn't be here on your own” Arla scolded as she entered. “Sorry, I thought you and Adam would like some” Arla thanked her and sitting at the table watched as she spooned powder into two mugs. Gabe chatted but not really saying anything. “You feel it, watching?” Gabe nodded. “It can’t harm you for now, it is too weak, the hold it had on Adam drained it for now” Gabe was relieved “You like Adam don’t you?” Arla blushed “Am I that obvious?” Picking the mugs up Gabe made for the living room “Only to me, I feel that way about Wolf”

‘It’ watched with hunger, It knew the Fae and Vampire had spoken, talked in minds, It unable to enter. They were keeping something from it something important?

Part 5 - Battle

2010-12-06T15:20:00.000Z

'It' watched as the woman moved in, the older one was strong, healthy but it was the other, the teenager it wanted. Full of teen ideals and confusion her sadness and anger would be easy to manipulate. It wanted Gabrielle, needed her to survive and this child would be a means to an end.

Hunger

part 3 HUNGER

2010-12-06T15:12:00.005Z

Dumping the boxes on the floor Alice stared out the window of her new bedroom. Looking out the window she saw nothing. No houses, no shops, nothing but fields and trees….shit. It was bad enough her parents separating but to end up in this dump, the place gave her the creeps. Back downstairs she helped her mum unpack enough to cook tea. “This will be fun” Janet remarked “I mean no electricity, no TV we’ll actually sit and talk” Alice grunted. “Right that will do for now let’s eat” Alice sat and stared at the fireplace, thank God it was summer must be Baltic in here in the winter.

“Alice, Alice come on you’ll be late for school” Throwing the covers back with a moan she got dressed, here we go a new school and new problems. Running down the stairs she grabbed a slice of toast and joined her mum. With her daughter sorted at school Janet got a job in the town, evening work in a bar was wasn’t idea but it paid the bills. Eating dinner at five Janet would go to work at six leaving Alice alone.

Alice felt uneasy, she had the feeling she was being watched, felt eyes on her all the time. Her room was always colder than the rest of the house, some spots in the room made you shiver. Alice disliked the place, far from civilisation with no power or even a phone and you always had the feeling it was occupied by something….something inhuman.

It drew from her, absorbed her strength her youth and in time her soul. This is what it wanted, the young were strong. The old woman and Sophie were a means to and end but this girl, Alice, would give it a power not had in decades. Gabriella, it must have, needed Gabriella but she was gone…for now. She had something no other human had but that thing had taken her away. For now it would draw from others, build strength and wait for her return.

The week past quietly, Alice settled into her new school. She always found it difficult to make friends, shy and insecure she was an easy target for bullies. Closing the book, her homework done she stood at the window, she hated this place, the school the kids and at this moment her mum. Why did they have to leave dad, he was having an affair, so what thousands of men do. Climbing under the sheets she settled down to sleep. She heard voices, low soft whispers, filling her room, her mind. Frightened she buried herself under the covers but they persisted.

Screaming she ran from her room. Janet met her on the landing “What on earth is wrong" she asked hugging her daughter tight “Someone’s in my room, I heard them talking” Alice stammered. “There’s nothing there Alice” checking the room. Alice looked round nervously, she had heard voices she couldn't make out what they said but they were there. Slipping under the sheets she closed her eyes. Janet kissed her daughter “It’s the wind or stress, I know this isn't easy for you but you’ll adjust, goodnight dear” Alice slept.

With it being the weekend they had a late breakfast then her mum went to into town. Alice wandered the house picking up a book she settled on her bed and read. After a while she became aware of movement. Looking up she jumped from her bed and stared in shock. Her favourite teddy bear floated in mid air. Alice couldn’t move, her eyes locked on the bear, impossible, it was a day dream had to be. The bear hovered then fell to the ground. Finding her feet Alice ran.

Her dislike of the house was justified, at night the voices kept her awake, the constant whispers in the dark filled her with dread.

In the daylight if she was alone the sounds of footsteps and strange noises could be heard. Whichever room they came from they stopped when she opened the door. She wished she could get away and be on her own, no school or kids, no mum telling her what to do. At night the voices tormented her, told her what the kids were calling her, thought of her, her Mum didn't care about her she only wanted out of her marriage without a thought for her.

You don’t have to listen to them, they are weak, stupid, your better than them. What do they know, they have their perfect lives, their perfect family, what do you have? The house chuckled "Your Mother didn't love Harry, doesn't love you"

Janet was worried about her daughter, she was terribly unhappy, maybe she had made mistake, was she to quick to leave Harry. Alice started to spend all her time in her room, the voice’s spoke to her more and more, told her things that she wanted to hear, made her feel wanted. The others in her life were unimportant, she would be better of without them. Her dad was to busy with his girlfriend to call her let alone visit, ass hole. Lying in the dark she was starting to make the voices out. They wanted her to join them, told her all the wonderful things she could do here, complete freedom, happiness. The more the voices told her the more she wanted it, it sounded like heaven. In desperation Janet took her to the Doctors but he was no help, he gave her pills and said it was a teen thing and would pass.

Alice liked the dark; it was when it came, her friend the one that could turn things round make her happy. The dark thoughts were now constant in her mind, she dreamed of killing, her mother, herself… everyone.

Janet tried to get through to her, tried to find out what was wrong but every time she broached the subject her daughter would go into a rage. Alice would scream, accuse her of destroying her life, she hated her.

The house encouraged her, told her what she wanted to hear, told how she could make things better.

In desperation Janet rang Harry, convinced him this was not just hormones or anger at being wrenched from her life. Harry finally agreed to come out, he hadn’t seen Alice for so long and he did miss her.

Alice stomped through the door, slumming her books on the table she cursed her teachers. “Alice can you come into the living room” Seeing her dad made her laugh “Well, well, well so you finally decided to visit…how nice” Harry was surprised by her attitude but ignored it “Hello Alice, how are you?” he smiled. “Marvellous, fucking brilliant” horrified her mother shrieked “ALICE" Harry guessed she was pushing him “I thought it would be nice to see you, how’s school” Alice shrugged “Shit” Janet looked from one to the other “Look why don’t you both go for a walk, Alice show your dad around”

Going out the back door she showed her dad the pond. “I’m sorry about what happened, you know, between you’re mother and me” Alice grunted. “Things hadn’t been working between us for a while, I guess we drifted apart” it sounded lame but it was true. “To busy screwing you girlfriend to try, weren’t you dad, if you tried hard enough it could have gotten better” Harry hung his head, she was right he hadn’t made much of an effort, he and Janet were childhood sweet hearts but as they grew older they grew out of each other “You’re mum tells me you’re not happy” Alice laughed “You’re right dad, I’m not happy and it’s you’re fault, if you hadn’t met that slut….” Harry put his hand up “Alice, that’s enough……” Alice smiled but her smile was twisted, evil.

A dark shape appeared behind Harry, it grew thicker and darker as it drew closer.

It’s his fault; he brought you this misery, this pain, he’s the one who should be punished’

Alice moved towards her dad, knife in hand. Alice laughed as she plunged the knife into him over and over again.

“Is that you dear, is you’re dad with you?” Janet shouted from the living room. “He’s gone” Alice smiled to herself. Typical of him, she needed to speak with him, arrange some sort of access. “Are you alright?” Replying she was tired Alice went upstairs.

Served him right, all this was his fault, him and that woman. Sliding to the floor she rubbed her head and chuckled, he won’t be screwing that bitch or anyone else from now on. Putting the clothes in the fire she set them alight and watched as they turned to ashes.

It was delighted, she was at the point were she would do anything it told her but it wasn't finished, its hunger only satisfied for a while.

Climbing under the covers she listened to the voices congratulate her; agree with her actions after all if he hadn't been sticking it where it shouldn’t have been going…..

Janet didn't want to go to work, didn't want to leave Alice alone but what choice did she have. Alice hadn't spoken since her dads visit and seemed even more despondent. Maybe some good news was in order “Alice, I was going to wait till I knew for sure but I think you need some cheering up, I might have a house for us” Alice stared at the wall, a new house, leave here! “Look I can’t say for sure yet but I've to look at it on Monday and if it’s alright I’ll sign the papers and we’ll be in by the end of the month, would you like to see it with me?” Alice shrugged “Whatever” Janet sighed “Look I have to get to work, we’ll talk later”

She hadn't thought of that, that this was temporary that she would leave this place one day.

‘She has to be stopped, she’ll ruin everything, a new home new school, you’re happy here, you have friends’

Alice nodded but how did she stop her mum from moving?

‘There’s only one way’

"Yes, yes….."

Finishing school on Monday Alice met her Mother outside the gates. Driving through the village she watched as the scenery past in a blur, a new home…not bloody likely but she would go through the motions, smile and gush for her.

The house was modern with the latest mod cones “At least we can have TV you must be missing all you favourite programmes” Janet smiled warmly at her daughter. Giving a smile back Alice wandered the empty rooms, she hated it, hated the way the light poured in the windows and bounced round the room, hated the lack of corners, places where ‘it’ could lurk in the shadows and most of all hated the silence, the voices that called to her spoke of promise, gone, trapped in their gloomy world.

Janet loved the house, after a quick look round she was back at the Lawyers and put her signature to the lease. Alice sat in the car and waited, a week, two fucking weeks and she would be in it, the bright warm house with the door that said welcome. She didn't want that, she wanted to stay where she was that was her home, no; it was more than that it was life, her existence. Away from the wooden walls and gloomy rooms nothing else felt real, inside was her reality her very being. The house was where she belonged, she was part of it as if attached in some way, the voices told her she was part of them, linked to them and she would stay.

Shaking the old man's hand Janet left the building and joined Alice in the car. Starting the engine she hoped this would be the start of a new life. She had hoped to move in quickly, the hold the old place had on her Daughter was unnerving but two weeks would be fine.

The days passed slowly for Janet, the few things they had unpacked were now safely packed again, if only they could leave now. Alice wandered the rooms in silence, her mind locked away from the real world. The voices spoke to her continuously convincing her she had to do it, it was the only way.

‘Do you want to be dragged away from the only ones who care, who love you? You are part of us, get rid of her and stay here forever, no one would tell you what to do, how to live. She only wants what’s good for her that’s why she left your Father, she’s selfish only thinking of her own needs her own wishes’

It was late, Janet woke, voices…she was hearing voices. Throwing the covers back she opened the door. The hallway was empty; creeping across the floor she peered into Alice’s room....she wasn't there. Panic rose like bile in her throat, something was wrong, very wrong. Running back across the hall she threw open the bathroom door, that too was empty. The voices grew louder filling the hallway, putting her hand to her ears Janet tried to block them out. “GO AWAY, LEAVE US ALONE” she screamed over and over again.

Alice appeared from the darkness her face twisted with an evil madness that filled Janet with horrified despair “Alice I believe you, we have to get out now” Her daughter laughed but the happiness didn't meet her eyes “No Mother, it doesn't want me to leave, I'm part of this place, part of it existence” Janet stared at her in shock, the girl was insane, always so sensitive the upheaval, the lose of all she’d known and the split from Harry had pushed her to the limits. At the same time the girl had been right, there was something wrong with house.

Alice pulled the blade from behind her back the blood from her Father still on it, looking down she smiled at the evidence of the life she had taken, he’s blood now a dry stain “He never saw it coming, bastard was too much in a hurry to get back to his whore” Janet wanted to be sick, her sweet innocent child had killed her Father, was now a killer…and she was next.

Alice moved slowly, stalking her pray, enjoying the look of fear and sadness on her Mothers face. Janet matched each step, forcing her daughter to circle at the last moment she made a run for the stairs. The vision before her caused her to freeze, her mouth opened but she couldn't scream.

They approached Janet, gliding up the stairs on an invisible wind their faces warped with hate. Finding her feet Janet backed off, turning left and right she found herself trapped, “Mother dear, I would like you to meet my friends….. My family” Alice grinned wildly. “Dear God” Janet murmured under her breath, a movement from above caused her to look up, 'It' hovered above her watching, she could feel It’s hunger and greed, the all consuming need for death. The screaming grew louder, its pitch threatened to burst her ears, finally she realised it was her, she was the one screaming.

Alice stepped towards her, the knife glinting in the moon light, if only she could get to her room. Time seemed to slow down, a second turned into a minute, Alice lunged at her, a feral sound escaped the child in anticipation of what she was about to do, as the knife came down Janet stepped to the side, the sharp metal caught her arm but she felt nothing. Alice’s cry turned to a scream “NOOO!”

Janet shrieked, reached out vainly to grab Alice but she was too late. Alice plunged through the glass and started to fall. Janet could only watch in despair as he daughter, her only child hit the ground with a sickening thud. It felt like eternity but finally she turned away, the ghosts had disappeared the dark presence gone.

The Police asked questions sympathetically, guided her away from the scene as the medics zipped up the body bag. There would be an Autopsy under the circumstances but it was obviously a suicide, her Doctor had been called and confirmed the girls mental state, he was sorry he hadn't realised how ill she was.

It took several weeks but finally they released Alice’s body. Janet listened to the minister read as he read passages from his bible but the words went over her head. Glumly she stared at the coffin as it was lowered into the ground, long after the Minister and grounds men left Janet stood.

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Locking the door Janet walked down the path, she had nothing left, no husband no daughter, no belief, how could there be a God after what had happened. Turning the engine she pulled out the driveway and left town without a single look back, she hoped the house burned in hell.

Wolf pulled her into his arms and held her tight “Don’t blame yourself…. that damned fool…..” Wolf growled. Gabe squeezed his arm “He wasn't to know, how could he, what could we say, the place is evil haunted, it would kill” She shook her head, no one was to blame, the house would continue to destroy to devour souls. Wolf felt the determination rise, she had come to a decision and was not going to be dissuaded, entering her mind he listened to her logical thoughts, he turned her towards him, his hands resting on her hips “It will be dangerous” Gabe nodded “It might be the only way to defeat this thing” What she planned was madness but it might just work “Very well but I insist on someone else going along, a friend, she’s not like you but not like me either” Gabe was intrigued taking his arm she lead him to a seat “Tell me”

Part 4 - Contention

THE HOUSE part two

2010-11-07T20:17:00.005Z

Gabriella was strong, it had a battle on its hands. The one with her, the creature was her strength. It would fight, slowly destroy her resolve till it got what it wanted.....her.

SECRETS

Part 2 SECRETS.

2010-11-07T18:37:00.043Z

Gabe came round, remembering the horror her eye’s widened in terror “The blood, blood all over the place!” Wolf sat beside her “Its alright, it’s gone” he gently pushed her back down “Stay here” Thankfully when he found her she had just fainted, whatever she had seen had nearly scared her to death. In the bathroom he looked round, nothing, it was if it never happened. But there! Walking over to the corner he inspected the hole. It was small, made to look like tile damage and placed just above the wall but it didn’t seem right.

In the attic he manoeuvred round the junk and discarded furniture. Heading to where the bathroom would be he found his answer. On the floor sat a projector; it was wired to a car battery and some type of sensor. Picking the projector up he flicked the switch, blood started to ooze from the walls and rafters. Switching it off the images disappeared, so that’s how it was done. But why, who wanted to frighten Gabriella so much? Clasping the projector with both hands he squeezed tightly, cracking, the plastic easily gave in. Letting go the shattered pieces fell to the floor.

Wolf joined her downstairs. “Anything?” Gabe asked nervously. Sitting on the arm of the sofa he pulled her to him and explained what he had found. Gabe was confused, why “I don’t know” it was obviously placed by someone but whom and when, why hadn’t he picked up the scent? “Has anyone been here recently?”

Gabe didn’t think so “Just my cousin Sophie she was here about a week before me, she said she wanted something to remember Agnes by, when she arrived she found a broken window so had it repaired” That explained the lack of scent, no one had been here for a while and those that had their scent was long gone.

Gabe tried to push the visions of that night out of her mind but it wasn’t easy. Workmen tried to wire the house but every time they connected to the mains it blew, finally they gave up. Guess she’ll still be filling the barrel above the shower. With her bedroom and hall decorated the place started to feel like home and with some decent furniture it was more comfortable too. Despite the set backs and odd occurrences she loved the place. With the house near completion she started to scour the papers, time she went back to work.

Knowing that someone was frightening her made her feel better but something told her this was more than simple scare tactics. Putting the last of the lunch dishes on the drainer she decided a small walk would be a good idea, since her arrival she hadn’t once gone round her old hang outs, turning she stared in surprise. A missed cup floated above the table. It hovered for a moment then flew across the room smashing against the wall. Shaken Gabe glared at it unsure whether she should go near it. Finally she swept the pieces up. There was no reason for it to do that, no strings no special effects, it just floated then flew?

It started again; the noises that could be heard at night now followed her in the daylight. No matter how hard she looked she found nothing to explain them, whoever was scaring her was doing a damn good job. Wolf sensed her apprehension and got her to talk; if this was man made he wasn’t sensing it. He tried to persuade her to leave but she refused, there scare tactics were not going to work so they may as well give up. At night he could be with her, protect her but during the day, his concern was turning to anger.

Gabe feared the evening, the time between the setting of the sun and Wolf’s arrival. Alone in those hours she felt she was being watched, even with him there she couldn’t shake the feeling but felt safer with him. Heading for the bathroom, she felt ‘it’ a presence like before but darker, heavier. She didn’t want to turn round, to see what was there but something compelled her too. A black shape hovered in the corner as if watching her, she felt the anger, the hate and most of all she felt its greed. It pressed down on her, demanding she gave in, relent to its wishes. Cowering in the corner she tried to force it from her mind. Wolf’s voice called out to her, she heard the concern in his voice, she tried to answer but couldn’t. The darkness faded then vanished.

Wolf jumped the stairs, immediately at her side “What happened?” Gabe stared at the corner waiting for its return, realising it wasn’t coming back she threw herself at him “It was here again, the darkness”
Turning to where she had been looking he smelt the air, nothing. Lifting her into his arms he carried her down stairs “You must leave!” but she wouldn’t hear of it. Wolf didn’t want to go but he would rather she left and safe than stay and…..?

A few days later Gabe entered the spare room, she hadn’t bothered with it but as the rest of the house was now finished it was time to tackle this one. Maybe she should make it a guest room, or turn it into a nursery. The last thought made her smile, children, Wolf’s children now she liked that idea. Unsure what to do with it she headed for the door. A floor board clunked; pulling back the carpet she discovered the board was deliberately loose. Lifting it up she found a box and inside was a diary, Agnes’s diary. Flicking through the pages she smiled at the pages describing the old woman’s childhood. Making a cuppa she curled up on the sofa and began to read. At first the pages were filled with daily chores and childhood dreams but as Agnes got older the pages turned darker.

Her face turned white. ‘I know its here, can feel it watching me, waiting. Sometimes it show’s itself, a shape so dark so evil it knows and wants nothing else but to claim, to own me. I fear that even in death I will not be free.’ So Agnes had felt it, had seen it, there was something here. The last page filled her with dread. 'I am to leave tomorrow, the ambulance will take me to the care home but I will not be going alone, the house won’t let me. I have left the house to my Niece, maybe she can stop this from carrying on, destroy whatever evil lurks here and if not destroy the house. I hope, pray she will succeed and if not God help her. Gabriella my dearest please forgive me’ The date of the last entry was ninth of September, the day she died.

Whatever had haunted here had followed her. Gabe put the book on her lap, what had the old woman done? She had honestly thought she could stop it, how, was everything happening the actions of this thing? Maybe she should get out, run. But it meant returning home, back to her Aunt and Uncle; she knew what they would say. No she would stay, fight it….for now.

Wolf read the pages she had marked, so that was the reason he felt nothing, he could not feel what effectively did not live. “That settles it, you’re out of here” Gabe shook her head “I have to stay, must stay and try and fight this, put and end to it” Wolf’s hand caressed her cheek “And what if you can’t mi amor" Taking his arm she sighed “Then….. I will leave”

Wolf wandered his home, the sun would rise soon but he couldn’t rest. He didn’t want to leave her not even for second. How could he fight what he couldn’t see? With all his abilities, all his strength it was impossible, he had to convince her to leave. Leaning against the fire he came to a decision, it was time, his secret had to come out, how she would take it he didn’t know but if things turned nasty which he suspected they would then it was best for him to tell her now than to find out the other way. Climbing the stairs he headed to his room.

Gabe had several interviews but so far no luck. Not wanting to spend her days inside she tackled the garden, trees trimmed hedges cut and plants down ready for spring. From the outside it was pretty, quaint, inside was a different matter. The Christmas decorations and festive cheer did nothing to ease the depressive weight that filled the rooms. With the last of the presents wrapped she made for the kitchen, putting the kettle on the stove she waited for the whistle. The sound of crashing had her running back to the living room. Her ornamental Santa lay on the floor. Placing it back on the fire place she felt she was being watched. Malicious eyes bore into her.

Cowering on the sofa she waited for nightfall, for Wolf. Why was he never around during the day when she needed him, she didn’t even have a contact number.

The darkness was growing in strength, no longer bound to the shadows, it watched Gabe hungrily, wanted her now but she was strong and resisted its call. It pressed down hard, its presence repulsive, it tormented her, threatened her. Gabe stayed put terrified to move in fear of what might happen, she felt the tears well up, the urge to run but it as if she was held to spot. Finally night came.

Wolf had sensed it, even for him it was not easy but through Gabriella he was able to feel it and it was Vile. If he could he would be sick, unable to help he waited, prayed it would do no harm. With the setting of the sun he was able to move the veil of night his ally. The sound of the door bursting open drove Gabe into action, jumping from her prison she ran into Wolf’s arms. Wolf gently quietened her, tried to wipe away her fears but she was hysterical. “I needed you but you never came” what could he say, sorry but I’m allergic to the sun! “Gabriella” Her body shook with fear, tears rolled down her face “NO, it’s tormenting me all the time but you’re never here in the day?”

Leading her to the living room he sat her down. “You wonder why I cannot come to you during the day, have you ever seen me eat, drink? Gabe shook her head, she hadn’t thought about it before but now? “Do you want to know how old I am?” She looked at him confused “You’re forty” Turning he faced the fire, what choice did he have? “Yes, at least that was my age at my time death” his voice became hoarse with emotion “I’m actually nine hundred and three” Gabe laughed weakly “Now that’s just silly” he was trying to make her feel better. Wolf hung his head “I wish I was, my full name is Amando Garwolf Talamaur Valdez, I was born in the twelve century……I am Vampire”

Gabe muffled a laugh; she thought he was the one, looks like she’d picked a cuckoo. Wolf knew she would react this way, his kind kept secret, hidden from the normal world. “Gabriella please, believe me” lifting his head. Gabe’s laughter turned to screams as Wolf’s eyes changed colour, the deep rich colour of night gone, replaced by an eerie red, two new teeth could be seen, long and pointed like fangs. With a speed only described as inhuman he was beside her “I wanted to tell you, at the beginning but I was worried, scared you would reject me”

Gabe’s shock slowly turned to manic laughter, he’s a Vampire, she’d fallen for a Vampire. “I will be leaving soon, I cannot stay in one place too long, it would raise to many questions, come with me?” Gabe looked him in the eyes “Get out!”

“Gabriella I love you” How could he, she loved him “You lied to me, you’re not what I thought you were…..you’re not even human” her voice barely audible.
“Not true, I am Human, was Human…..” deep down he knew this would be her reaction but he had hoped. Moving towards he stopped in defeat as she recoiled from him “I will give you time, think, I leave at the end of the week if you’re not at the airport then I will have my answer”
Without another word he was gone. Gabe ran to her room, slamming the door with such force it vibrated round the house.

The house watched, delighted at what had unfolded, it would be easier now, much easier. With that thing, that creature gone it could take when it wanted, she had no choice, she belonged here….belonged to the house. Its presence intensified as if it knew she was at her weakest. She felt as if someone had torn her heart out. Day, night, it did not matter, she sat and watched the fire, not eating or sleeping. She missed him, his smell, his voice…..his touch. Now she was alone.

Gabe lay on the settee; her eyes fluttered with tiredness then fell. “Hello cousin” Opening her eyes she was surprised to see her cousin “Sophie, what are you doing here?”

Sophie smiled sweetly “I thought I’d visit” Gabe sat up, something about Sophie didn’t feel right “What is it you want, if it’s money you’ll have to wait till morning" Sophie laughed “Oh it is money, a great deal of money in fact all of it” What the hell was Sophie talking about? “All of it?” Sophie nodded. “Why did you get this place and the money, the old bat was my Aunt too but no, I got a few thousand and you got the bulk”

Gabe looked at her cousin in confusion, was she mad because she didn’t get the house “Sophie, you hate this place….” Sophie’s laughter told her all. “You would have sold it!” The fire reflected against something in Sophie’s hand, something metal. “To right I will, just as soon as I get it”

Gabe stared at her Get it, how was she…….oh my God! “It was you, you that set that machine…to…to frighten me” Sophie laughed with delight “And it worked” Her cousin was acting strange “Look Sophie, about this house, there something you don’t know, something wrong with it…..” Sophie wasn’t interested “Like I care, there are plenty of people out there that will gladly buy this rotten old place” Raising the gun she aimed at Gabe.

Gabe screamed. “Goodbye dear cousin” Sophie fired…. Wolf crashed through the window pushing Gabe clear, taking the bullet he fell to the ground.“What, who…..” Sophie began to laugh. Kneeling beside him she looked at his wound “Wolf!” What had she been thinking, what did it matter what he was; she loved him with all her heart. Holding him tight she whispered “I’m sorry, I love you”

Wolf opened his eyes “Plenty of time for that later” he winked. Getting to his feet he glared at Sophie then softened as he watched the deranged woman laugh “I’m sorry Gabriella but she’s lost it” He turned to Gabe who was now looking behind him, her face white with fright “Aunt Agnes?”

Agnes moved across the room as if being blown by a breeze, her feet barely touching the ground. “Come on, let’s get out of here” Wolf grabbed Gabe’s arm and dragged her to the door. Sophie’s manic laughter ceased as a gun shot echoed round the house. The room grew darker, the presence pressed down on them like a heavy weight. Wolf felt its malevolence, its hatred of him and its hunger for Gabe. Pushing her towards the door he yelled at her to get out. Grabbing the handle she pulled “Wolf it won’t open” her voice rising in panic, trying the back door she found it too stuck. The darkness shifted, turned towards her. Blind Terror took over, she ran. Upstairs she tried the windows, none would open the house wasn’t going to let her go. Agnes appeared just as Wolf reached her.

“Wolf we’re trapped” Looking towards the stairs he felt before he saw it, new that route was blocked. Agnes moved towards them her face showed remorse, sadness. There was only one way out.

The house had control, wouldn’t give up without a fight and this fight it would win. How dare this unholy, this animal keep it from what it owned, he would teach him a lesson. Wolf fell to the ground, the pressure in his head made it feel as if it would explode. Regaining his feet he started to push the thing back, block it from his mind. Running to the window he punched through the glass sending shards flying, seizing Gabe he jumped.

Gabe sat in the garden enjoying the Mediterranean evening; the air heavy with the perfume of flowers attracted the fireflies that flew around like tiny floating candles. Wolf, his hair and skin damp from his shower lent over and kissed her “Happy” Gabe sighed with contentment “Very” looking up she smiled at him “Do you think it will be alright?” Planting a kiss on her nose he nodded “Yes, you’re Lawyer has the keys and strict instructions not to let anyone enter for any reason”

“I know but…..” as hard as she tried she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was not over. Walking over to the steps she stared at the pool, the water shimmered as the moonbeams became trapped under the surface. Wolf followed sensing her fears and held her tight “It can not get you, you are with me….I will never let anything happen to you”

“I love you” Wolf whispered huskily “Are you sure, I mean….what I am?” Gabe faced him and looked into his eyes “Show me”

Hesitating at first he nodded and closing his eyes allowed his other self to show through. Gabe looked deep into his eyes, eyes of a hunter but to her they were of a lover, her lover. The sharp fangs winked at her as he smiled. “You know what you told me, about Vampires and their abilities” Wolf placed his head against hers “Yes” he knew what was coming next, his blood surged forward, his groin ached. Taking him by the hand she whispered “Show me”

The house sat.

Its eyes no longer bright with light, with life. It watched the landscape, the cousin had been easy, weak. It had fed her greed, her anger, entered her mind and twisted her thoughts till she was little else than a shell but the silly girl had messed up. That thing didn't help it got in the way and ruined it, that night creature was an enemy, its enemy and had to be destroyed. For now it was sated, for now it would wait...she would be back. It had her cousin and grinned when they carried her lifeless body away for her body was a mere vessel which was now empty for it had her soul.

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Mrs Bloomfield opened the door "Alice will you please give me a hand!" The teenager grabbed a box "Fine" she grumbled as she stomped up the path "Honestly Alice" Janet sighed, sometimes she despaired of her daughter.

Part three, Hunger

THE HOUSE

2010-10-31T00:12:00.004+01:00

The house sat empty, waiting.

The last occupier had gone, died but even in death it holds you.

It fears nothing but craves life, life that bricks and timber cannot have, so it collects.

It can wait after all it has eternity.......

I wasn't going to post this so soon but as its ready and Halloween is here I thought why not.

There will be a series of stories and part one tells two in one and is about........you'll have to read it.

A HAUNTED ROMANCE

2010-10-30T23:46:00.014+01:00

Gabe grabbed a box from the car and walked up the path. Stopping she looked up at the old house, in the dark it looked creepier than she remembered. Turning the key she pushed the door open, its hinges in desperate need of oil creaked at the unwanted movement. Putting the box down she reached inside for matches, lighting the lamp on the table beside her. Reaching inside again she pulled out a torch and headed back to the car. After half an hour of going back and forth she finally had the car unloaded, closing the door behind her she went into the living room.

Gabe silently thanked herself for having the presence of mind to bring logs and soon she had the old fire going.

Uncurling her sleeping bag she poured herself some coffee and stretched out.

It was to late to start now but tomorrow she would get to work and soon have the old place ship shape.

The sound of a cockerel woke her, shit was it morning already. Rolling up her bag she made some breakfast on the camp stove then went for a look round. With a tinge of sadness she opened one door after another, the rooms looked the same, the furniture old and worn the peeling paint and paper and everything covered in dust, no work had been done on this place in years. Picking the main bedroom she got to work, cleaning windows scrubbing floors and washing woodwork, the old iron bed looked great after a bit of TLC. Deciding the room was now habitable she put her stuff in and unpacked her own bedding. Picking up her keys she drove to town and returned within the our her car full of necessities. Sitting down with a sandwich she thought of her Great Aunt.

She had spent a lot of time here as a kid, her Great Aunt had always welcomed her, Agnes loved the house dearly and as the years passed Gabe fell for it just as much which was probebly the reason she was left the property and a good deal of money. Doing this place up was not going to be cheap. Swallowing the last of her sandwich she tackled the kitchen, the cupboards just needed scrubbing but the sink needed replacing, the stove after a good clean was filled with wood and shortly after she could feel the chill leave the room. The fresh country air and hard work had her exhausted; not waiting for the stove to heat the water fully she jumped under the shower and quickly washed. Crawling under her covers she instantly fell asleep.

The following day she started on the living room, working all morning. Jumping at the sound of something breaking she went to investigate. After a thorough search she found nothing, odd but maybe it was her imagination. That night she settled down early with a book. An hour later she blew out the lamp, settling under the covers she was startled by a loud bang. Leaping out of bed she grabbed her torch and went looking for the cause but again found nothing. Remembering as a kid the noises she heard at night she decided it was the house settling after all it had been empty for a while or over tiredness she had been working long hours.

By the following week the noises had become more than just sounds of movement. Doors slammed, furniture was heard sliding across the room and foot steps could be heard on the floor above. Gabe was not the timid type but this unnerved her. Settling in bed one night a fortnight later she checked she had her knife, silly really but it made her feel better. She was just drifting off when she heard the front door slam, leaping from her bed she grabbed the knife, this time she was going to find the cause. Making sure the inside was secure she ventured outside, waving the torch to and fro she searched the grounds but saw nothing. Turning back she caught her foot on a tree root, dropping the knife and torch she closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable thud.

"Are you alright?" Opening one eye she found herself being held by a man, a big man "Err I think so, just my ankle" The man bent down and studied her leg "It looks ok, just a sprain, its not a good idea to be wandering around in the dark" Standing upright she looked at the man who had come to her rescue "No, I guess not, thank you Mr....." The man smiled "Talamaur...Garwolf Talamaur now how about I get you inside" Leaning on him she hobbled into the house were he made her comfortable. "Do you have any brandy?"

"No but I have whisky" Gabe pointed to her pack in the corner. Finding a wine glass he poured the amber liquid into it and handed it to her "This will help with the shock and warm you up"

Gabe stared at the stranger. Turning he lit a lamp "I didn't know anyone was living here"

"You live nearby?"He turned to face Gabe. "Yes, the house behind" She hadn't been kidding when she thought he was big, big tall and broad with thick black hair and eyes so dark they were almost the colour of his hair, Gabe felt a dampness between her legs, Christ! "And you are?" the man asked. "Sorry, Gabe McKenzie" The man raised an eyebrow "Gabe?"

"Short for Gabriella, my Mother loved Gabriella Anderson novels" He smiled again "I see"

Remembering her manners she nodded to the bottle "Please help yourself" The man bowed slightly "Thank you but no"

"You're not one of those, the kind that sips tea and tuts at us drinkers" The man laughed "No I drink but not whisky" Gabe was relieved. "Thank goodness for that, I mean I'm not a big drinker but I like the odd one" The man smiled again as he looked at the half empty bottle "So I can see"

"Look, will you at least sit down; you're making me nervous Mr Talamaur" Nerves was not her problem "Please call me Wolf" he insisted as he took a seat opposite. "Wolf, so where you from with an accent like your's I'd guess you're not local?"

"I'm from Spain"

Gabe whistled "You're a long way from home, you lived here long?"

"A few years what about you?" Gabe waved a hand round "My Great Aunt left me this place, I always loved it as a kid"

"You plan on staying here?" Wolf remembered her now or at least remembered the kid, noisy and mischievous, more than once had she fallen from a tree to her injury he had lost count the amount of times the paramedics had been to the house. "I was sorry to hear about you're Aunt" Gabe swirled her drink "We knew it was coming but......" Wolf watched as the girls face changed became sad, he felt the regrette she had for not being able to say goodbye. "I must be going, will you be alright?" Gabe laughed "Me, of course it'll take more than a sprain to put me out of action"

It was late when she woke. Hobbling downstairs she made breakfast and sat on the back porch to eat. October was not the time of year to eat alfresco but it was dry and sunny if a bit chilly. Looking up at the house opposite she shuddered, she thought her place was creepy hell that place looked as if came straight from a horror film. Taking one last mouthful of cereal she went back inside. By dinner she had the bathroom and landing done and was looking forward to eating and maybe a drink. She had just sat down when she heard it, a shuffling sound from one of the rooms above. Taking the stairs two at a time she threw the door open......nothing. What the hell was going on, it wasn't mice not unless they wore combat boots and there was no one else here? Now she really needed a drink.

Wolf stood at his window and looked at the house below. He sensed the surprise that quickly turned to anger then uneasiness, he was sure of the feelings he got from her, he had felt her admiration last night, her desire for him. He felt the same way, from the moment he had caught her, seen those piercing blue eyes the blond hair, he wanted to touch her, kiss her.....but she looked so young. Maybe he should go down and check on her, just once.

Making herself comfy Gabe sat by the fire, reading. Lifting her head in surprise to the sound of knocking, who could that be, hope turned to delight as she opened the door to Wolf. "I was just passing and thought I'd see if you were alright?" Gabe moved back from the door "Come in"

Sitting on the floor she indicated for him to join her. "I see you're ankle is better?" Gabe gave it a wriggle "Much better, thank you" Wolf nodded then stared at the fire, he had to be mad but he couldn't deny he was drawn to her. Gabe took the chance to look at him properly, his chiselled features illuminated by fire light, his broad shoulders and thick arms, she guessed he had strength, moving further down he eyes lingered over his hips then round to his crotch.... "So, you married?" Gabe blurted her voice sounding shaky. Wolf turned to her "No, you?" His eyes seemed darker than before; staring into them she felt she was falling.

Leaning over Gabe lowered her head, her lips pressed against his. Taken aback by the sudden action Wolf froze, he'd never had a woman make the first move but he liked it. His lips moved with hers making her moan softly, moving her legs she straddled him her arms sliding round his waist. Wolf felt his blood boil could hear it roar through his body, one hand caressed her cheek the other her shoulder. Her Uncle always said her recklessness would get her into trouble one day but she had wanted to do this the moment she had first laid eyes on him. His hand slid round to her breasts causing her to groan and her kiss deepen. The sound of glass braking snapped them out of their desires. "What was that?" Gabe smiled nervously. "Nothing, I'll be back in a moment"

Upstairs she looked round, everything seemed to be ok. Opening the door to her own room she found her perfume bottle laying on the floor in pieces. Bending down she picked up a piece and looked round, it was sitting on the dressing table, how? "Is everything alright?" Wolf stood in the doorway watching her "What happened?" Gabe turned to the table. "I guess it fell"

"Was that where it was sitting?"

"Yes" Wolf noted the distance it travelled, there was no way it could have gone that far on its own.

Wolf watched the colour drain from her face as she came to the same conclusion. "What's going on Gabriella?" Sighing she sat on the bed and told him what had been going on from almost the day she had arrived. Doors slamming, furniture moving and foot steps at night, the sounds of braking had always lead to nothing till now. Wolf listened in rising alarm "And you're still staying here?"

"Of course, there's no way I'm running over a few odd noises"

"I don't think its safe here, maybe you should leave" Gabe shook her head, apart from the fact she liked it here she liked him...a lot.

"Well you shouldn't be here alone, is there no one else that can be here with you?"

"Just my Aunt and Uncle or my cousin Sophie but they hate the place"

"I don't think you should be here alone" Gabe shrugged her shoulders "I'm not leaving"

Wolf came round every night after that and stayed till.....she didn't know when, he was here when she went to sleep but gone when she woke in the morning. She got used to his strange hours, work commitments was his reason. The kiss wasn't mentioned but Wolf felt the need in her, the desire to do it again so he kept himself at a distance. Gabe didn't know what to think, from his reaction to her kiss he had wanted too but now he seemed to be keeping her at arms length. There had been no more strange happenings since the night of their kiss and while Gabe was thankful she had the unsettling feeling 'it' was waiting for something.

A few nights later Gabe went to light the fire in her room, it was colder than it had been and her poor room was so cold ice had started to form on the inside window. Reaching the top of the stairs she looked down the hall and froze in horror. Sensing her Wolf was by her side in an instant just as she let out an ear piercing scream. "What's wrong"

"There, there was something there, in the shadows, I couldn't make out what it was but it was there I saw it" slipping her arms round him she buried her face in his shirt. "Ssh, come downstairs" Settling her in the living room he went back up to see to the fire then wandered round. Trying to pick up what she had seen and finding nothing, no scent or feelings of anything but her.

Back downstairs he found Gabe still shaking. "Did you see anything?" Wolf shook his head "It doesn't mean that you didn't"

"Oh Wolf, what's going on?" Sitting close he allowed her to cuddle into him. Gabe relaxed, whatever it was it was gone now, she was safe for now, safe with him here. Inhaling deeply she took in the scent of man and something else, like mustiness, it was faint and his maleness overpowered it, she could feel her body reacting.

Wolf felt the passion rise within her, could hear her erotic thoughts. "How old are you Gabriella?" Gabe lifted her head, that's an odd question to ask now? "Eighteen, why"

Turning her to face him "I'm forty"

"So" Gabe had an idea where this was going "Age doesn't matter, not really"

"To me it does, there are other men out there, better men than I, younger...."

".....I've never wanted to till now" Wolf stared at her, shocked by her revelation "You've never.....?"

Gabe smiled shyly "Nope" He faced the fire, watched as the flames danced and the smoke rose up the chimney "I am not the man you think I am, I can be dangerous, do you really want to loose your virginity to the likes of me?" Gabe knelt beside him, her hand caressed his arm her lips brushed against his neck "Does that answer you're question" she murmured in his ear.

Wolf groaned "Gabriella....please!"

"I want you Wolf" her hands slid inside his shirt, so close to the fire and still his skin was cool. Wolf looked at her, his lips pressed down on hers "You understand what you ask of me?"

"Yes" Stretching his legs out he pulled her closer, his kiss deepened. Undoing her cardigan he tossed it to the floor her blouse quickly followed, removing his own shirt he gave her time to change her mind, your first time was special he didn't want her to regrette it.

Her body was on fire, every inch of her ached for his touch the feel of him beneath her felt wonderful, she guessed he was moving slowly, considering her situation and she silently thanked him....but oh God she wanted more.

Wolf could take no more, he had tasted and explored every inch of her silken skin and now needed, wanted to fell himself inside her. Leading her to the floor he pushed her legs apart. Gabe gave a small cry as he slid into her then hesitated as he felt the slight resistance, wriggling she pushed herself down till she consumed all of him. Slowly he moved inside her, the feel of her damp warmth driving the excitement in him further, he was no longer looking at her with eyes own eyes, pulling her into a sitting position he held her close. Realising what he wanted Gabe took over and gently moved up and down his length; wrapping her arm round his neck she closed her eyes relishing the sensations of love making, of his naked body against hers.

Feeling something rise she started to move faster, Wolf grabbed her hips and helped drive her down on him, he too near satisfaction. Gabe clung to him as the final release washed over her like a tidal wave, hearing a deep groan from Wolf as he too reached satisfaction.

Gabe stood back and admired her handy work; its amazing what a lick of paint could do. She had been up since dawn, had the walls ready by eleven and with a quick trip to the store had found some paint. Not stopping for lunch she mixed the paint and got to work, now it was just gone eight as she finally put her brush down. Feeling strong arms wrap round her waist she gasped. "Someone's been busy!" a deep voice murmured in her ear. "Wolf I never heard you come in"

"Didn't you, guess you were to busy, looks nearly as good as you" Gabe shuddered at the passion in his voice "I must look a state!"

"You look good enough to eat" pressing himself against her so she could fee his hardness, his hand stroked the nape of her neck.

Turning Gabe wound her arms round his neck "I'm covered in paint!"

"So?" He was right, it didn't matter , in the month they had known each other he had seen the best and worst of her. The old place had her knee deep in grim most of the time but finally she had started the best bit, decorating. She missed him in the daytime but business kept him away and she had plenty to keep her busy but as soon as the sunset he would come to her. "Why don't you go for a shower and I'll make you something to eat" Wolf suggested. "You can cook?"

"Of course" patting her rear he nudged her towards the stairs. Thirty minutes later she was back down refreshed, Wolf wasn't kidding when he said he could cook, she was stuffed.

She knew so little about him, what he had meant 'he was dangerous' he never explained and she never asked, she was content with him just being here. Even the horrors of the night were a distant memory, the house now quiet maybe he had banished the terrors. Gabe knew one thing for sure, she loved him, probably had done since the night she first laid eyes on him but she kept it to herself. "What you thinking"

"Nothing, just enjoying the night"
Wolf had heard her thoughts, his heart almost burst when she said she loved him. He loved her, more than words could ever say, but fear kept him from speaking out. "Tired?" he asked hearing a stifled yawn.

"A bit"

His hand slide under her towel "How tired?"

"Not that tired" she replied seductively, taking his hand she lead him up the stairs.

Satisfied they snuggled close and talked. Gabe told him of her childhood, her parents were scientists and were exploring the Amazon, it was to be their last trip but they disappeared. At two she was to young to understand, she never missed them, how can you miss what you never had. Occasionally she wondered what happened, where were they, were they still alive but not often. Her Aunt and Uncle took her in but she spent a lot of time here.

Wolf chuckled as she told him of the trouble she got into, the broken bones from climbing the near drowning not forgetting the scrapes and bruises, she was a tomboy, loved the rough and tumble the adventure.

They wanted her to go to college but she was happy working in the grocery store, their constant nagging was driving her away, when she was left this place she took the chance.

"I need to use the bathroom" sliding from his arms she pulled on her PJ's and padded across the hall.

Opening the door she suddenly felt uneasy. A dark heavy weight pressed down on her, she had the feeling she was being watched. Deciding she was being silly she sat on the toilet, nervously looking round the room she saw nothing. Glad to be finished she washed her hands and headed for the door. It was behind her, slowly she turned. The walls started to weep, blood seeped through the tiles leaving smear marks and strange patterns, she swore she could see writing. Blood oozed from the floor near her feet, spreading across the boards the puddle grew larger and larger.

Wolf sat up, the feelings from Gabe suddenly seemed faint, foggy, concentrating he sensed confusion followed by panic then terror "Gabriella!" Bolting across the hall, the door was blocked. Pushing hard he found the reason. Gabe lay on the floor........

Part two, Secrets

Introductions

2010-10-25T20:52:00.000+01:00

Endrid Hagen, (his friends call him Ed) from Ålesund, Norway, age 30.
Singer and lead guitarist of metal band Hammer who recently broke up, he is now in a new band called Strike Force with his school pal J (Drummer) who was also in Hammer.
His pass times are parties, beer and smoking hash although you will find a cigarette hanging from his lips most of the time also known womaniser and wild man who.
He plays guitar, piano (an insistence from his mother) and bass, loves all forms of rock/metal although his favourite is Nightwish.
With the band set up all they need is the music so Ed moves to Spring Falls to write their first album.
There he meets Lindsay and.........? that would be telling.
His story will be up soon but there is a new one posted Here