Mysterious
The pounding of rain on the windscreen made it difficult to concentrate. Eyes bleary from navigating the road in the the visually poor conditions. The two-hour drive from the airport had turned into 5 1/2 hours. There had been no sign posts or if there had she couldn’t see them. Her ears straining to hear Siri give her directions.
Ella had been invited to her Uncle’s country home in Arcane. He was celebrating his 80th birthday. All the family were coming. Her mind reflecting on conversations with her deceased parents, the only family she heard about, was odd Uncle Slav who lived in Arcane. So odd they never went to visit him.
She dismissed it with the thought that they must be from the other side of the family. Being she was the only one left, no brothers or sisters, her parents were tragically killed in an car accident two years ago, (or so Ella thought), hence she was quite excited about the thought of having some family.
A brief halt from the pelting of the rain, a moment of reprieve, she hears Siri say “you have reached your destination.”. The destination it is on your right. Aha someone up there is looking after me she thought. Ella silently said thank you
She slowed the car to a halt. Squinting as looked out of the rain stained car window, it was dark. She focused on the empty space between her car and the dark house in front of her. She could see flickers of light through the windows. Shadows passed over her eyes. What was that? she thought silently or did she speak it out loud. She open the car door, grabbed her umbrella from the back seat. Did she grab it to shield herself from the rain or as a potential weapon if needed, she looked left and right before stepping out.
Walking the dark path towards the front door, she knocked softly. She could see or hear nothing, just flickering off the light from what appeared to be candles in the windows. She knocked harder. She jumped when she heard
“Who is it?” He spoke in a hoarse whisperer his voice filled with a dark edge.
Chills ran down her spine. Was it a cold or was it fear. She shivered. It is me Uncle Slav, Ella from Seraph.
The door opened. Standing in front of her, A man, he must’ve been six-foot five. Tall with long limbs, so lean, she could barely make out its features, the flicker of light from the candles again helping her showed pale skin, his dark eyes radiating a fierce, uncompromising intelligence. What was behind those mysterious eyes. Again, she shuddered.
Welcome child, welcome to my home. For one brief second I am safe. My home is your home now and with that he swept her into embrace his eyes turning a deep red, long fangs. Thoughts that raced through her mind in that split-second. “Vampires, are they real, I’m going to die, why did I come here, I didn’t say goodbye to my friends, who will look after my dog, a slideshow commenced showing photos of her as a child, growing up, with her mum and dad, all her childhood pets, friends, one after another photos flicked through her mind then, her will asked will see my mum and dad. She felt a sting, his fangs piercing into her neck, the pain is so intense, yet somehow so pleasurable as well. What is happening? what is going on?, she felt herself the limp in his arms, she looked into those red eyes once more, then the sweet voice of mother, oh darling we see you met uncle slav. We are so sorry, we love you and then nothing.
Ella woke the next morning, in her car funnily enough she did not feel the cold, even though there was frost all around her, snow capped mountains in front of her. So close it felt like if she reached out she could touch them. Everything around her seemed brighter, more vibrant, amplified. On her windscreen was the most beautiful butterfly she had ever seen, mesmerised, she got out the car, walked slowly so not scare the butterfly away, she stared at the butterfly. The butterfly seemed to make eye contact. It stared back, as if it knew her, it stared with It’s deep red eyes.
Her slim fingers slowly reaching up to gently touch the right side of her neck, as she lowers her hand, Ella looks at her fingers, drops of blood. She hears a voice deep inside, that horse whisper that was filled with the dark edge“ you are now immortal my dear”
I’m sure it was all a dream
