The Wages of Sin
Chapter 1
31 of June 1783
You were born, your brother's keeper
Why can I see blood on your hands?
You became your brother's slayer
Embracing again in death
Even after all this hatred
Lies even deeper hate
Now the darkness has defeated you
Your lifeline running backwards
Vicious eyes, closing now
Soul eclipse taking place
Never mind the tears of the dead
From the other side of the grave.
I write what I feel
The troops kept coming. Wiping out most of our houses, our shelter we use to survive. Blood shed soon followed on our small village, my sisters kept huddled under the brush keeping silently still as if the smallest noise would attract the beast. Their eyes were red with venom; blood soaked the creature's teeth. We heard legends, myths about the creatures that lurked in our forests at night. Never for once believing the retched lies until it became our reality.
A king with no soul, just the darkness that followed him like a shadow. Stepped out of the carriage walking to the peasants that were feebly on the ground begging for mercy, for their lives. They knew who this person was, even when the rest were clueless. The king stood proudly above the peasant, enjoying his merciless cries. Kneeling praying for the king to give him leniency for his betrayal.
The king bent down whispering words to the other, words I could not hear and I did not bother to go closer for the fear of being found. The man's eyes widened in horror, looking into the kings eyes deeply like he was trying to look into his soul or lack of one.
"Please your sire, I beg forgiveness…. By the word of god…."
"Don't You Dare! Say that word in front of me peasant, How dare you speak to me as if we are equals and then by disgracing me by saying that name…. That Name! There is no hope for you boy…. Even god can't save you now. Oliver dispose of him"
To the kings word a man the colour of marble walked towards the man, placing both heads before giving it a sharp twist. Crack! The man's body lay lifeless in the hands of the noblemen. He slid his hand under the man's legs, picking him up with ease before walking towards the riverside. Dumping the body into the cold murky water with a splash
"Myrnin!" the king called standing, looking over at the ashes that remained of our houses. Another nobleman walked out, his robe swinging behind him in the Autumn breeze.
"Yes my king" the nobleman said kneeling at the king's feet showing his loyalty to the man in front of him.
"Seize them" he said pointing in our direction. I felt my sisters grip me tighter as a source of comfort as the man got closer and closer.
That was the first time my body finally knew the true meaning of panic.
-Luna Page
I stared at the burnt edges of the pages, feeling the full effects of different emotions run through me. Her memories seemed vaguely familiar to me, I don't know why but I felt a connection as soon as I picked up the dusty journal in my hands. Only days ago did I find the book in a few boxes within the basement.
I had came to my parents old house trying to find old memories, after their passing I couldn't bear to live in the same house, to many fond memories that never failed to bring a tear to my eyes. I had lived in Morganville for as long as I can remember, which unfortunately isn't much. I woke up in Morganville after an old married couple found me on the side of the road. They asked me questions like: where was I from, what was my name, do you remember anything and all I could answer was I don't know. That was when they decided to take me in, I was grateful but confused as to why they would take a nobody such as myself in.
They gave me a name Claire Danvers and a job, which I was very thankful for. I worked at Commons ground coffee house with a boss called Oliver and Goth called Eve. Life was still out of whack but it was manageable. After my parents death Eve took me in with the other two Glass house members.
Michael Glass and Shane Collins with their help they told me about the town's supernatural history, giving me lectures about the not after dark rule and that's how we got to here.
"Claire are you sure you wanna clean this place up" I turned to see Shane looking at me with uncertainty deep within his eyes. I turned and looked back at the old weatherboard, my memorising the cracks in the walls and the creeks of the floorboards.
"Yes….. If I don't do it now then it will never get done….. It's time to put the past behind me" Or lack of one my mind whispered back to me.
"If you're sure CB… oh and that reminds me Oliver wants us to work tonight " I nodded my head showing I heard her, if I was truthful I hated working at the coffee house with all the snobby, rich bitches that thought they ruled the world, thinking they had the right to judge others. No a world shouldn't be one of judgement but sadly it was.
We cleaned for hours with Michael's vampiric speed it cut the time down by at least a day. I looked at my watch seeing it was almost time to start work, grabbing Eve's arm we raced through the glass house. One taking the shower while the other took the bath, before chucking on whatever cloths we could find before sliding into the hearse.
Eve put in some strange music, only could be described as Celtic while sliding the hearse into gear. The ride was short, Eve pulling the car to a quick halt before descending inside only to be greeted by an unhappy Oliver. Oliver like the name from the journal but it couldn't be could it, could he be the vampire in the journal.
"Your Late" he said with no emotion, serving customers behind the counter.
"Well Oliver… Ya see we were cleaning up Claire's Dead parents' house when time just slipped….."
"I don't care for your excuses, when I say to be here by a certain time.. Then you be here by that time Eve it's not rocket science" Oliver said impatiently, the customers building up into a long line. Some were even starting to complain.
"Now put an apron on and start doing your job" with that Eve chucked over a white apron to me, sliding it around my waist I did a small little bow keeping the material from falling off around me.
"I'll make them up, you take the orders" I nodded walking around the counter, turning towards the first customer.
"What can I get you?"
After two hours the line only consisted of two people. Me and Eve were exhausted and Oliver was back in his cosy little office.
"Next"
"Katherine is that you" I looked up to see a slender lady with white bond hair, that looked about my age.
"Um…Who?" I asked raising one eyebrow in question, there was no doubt this chick was a vamp. Her skin the Colour of Marble
"Katherine …. You don't remember me do you" I looked at the lady for a long time, by this stage Oliver was out of my office and he and Eve were both looking at me with curiosity.
"My name is…. Claire not Katherine….. I think you might have the wrong person"
"I think I would know the name of my own sister" What I screamed inside my head, I had a sister but that was impossible and she was a vamp.
"But you're a vampire" I whispered so no one else would hear.
"I know my dear sister" she said softly, reaching out her hand to run through my hair.
"So soft, just how I remembered it" a smile gracing her face, showing small dimples at the corners
"Who are you" I asked my voice was shaking in fear and uncertainty. She seemed to stop her motion looking deep within my eyes. Her eyes were so sad like I was breaking her heart but not knowing.
"What Have You done to her!" she screeched turning towards Oliver, her eyes red with fury. Before turning her eyes back towards me, her eyes softening as they reached mine.
"Luna Page"