Hello Earth...my first FF and I hope its enjoyed. I do find constructive criticism very effective, but I'm not ignoring compliments. The aliens say bye-bye XX
Chapter 1
The three of them where perched over the tomb. After weeks of sand filled shoes, gritty food and stuffy hot air it was the biggest relief to finally be able to say that they had accomplished something other than digging up rocks in a desert. To be exact they where in the middle of a desert located around ten miles to the north east of Cairo in the Arabian desert.
Eyebrows furrowed and jaws clenched the three men gazed upon the tomb that was around two meters in length and half a meter in width, just big enough to fit a grown person.
"Grab a crowbar," barked one of the men to another.
With a sigh the other man plopped down from the platform underneath the tomb and grabbed a big metal crow bar from his toolbox. He handed the crowbar to the man that had requested it, but was stopped by the man that had been silent in movement and speech until now, by his hand.
"No wait!" the man exclaimed, "look, there at the top. There's Arabic and Latin inscription. That shouldn't be possible! Latin died out before and there's no way that the two languages could have interacted."
Finally the crowbar was passed, but with hesitation. The man that had passed the crowbar's eyes widened.
"Supernaturals," he whispered.
Without comment the other two closed their eyes as they muttered silent prayers. Everyone knew of some sort of supernaturals story. First were the vampires, bloodsuckers that made national TV when one 'rogue' vampire attached the queen of England whilst she was giving a speech. Of course this was three years ago, in 2013, more had been discovered after the incident. They weren't accepted.
We then found out about the shape-shifters that where recognizable by their shadow, which stayed the same shape no matter what forum they took. As expected werewolves existed. Only fully transforming on full moons but with the ability to partially transform and gain strength the rest of the month. The banshees terrified everyone, having the ability to scream and shut down a man's brain with pure sound waves! Sirens where similar creatures, but feeding off of a man's affection and luring them with their musical rhythmic voices, demons, that didn't originate from hell, but where actually an Angel and human hybrid. Angels, never from Haven, but instead came from the depths of hell. Of Course, there are Angels from Haven, but the majority are fallen angels.
The worst thing about this discovery was, nobody knew who was really a supernatural
or not. Not until everyone was subjected to blood tests. It turned out that almost forty per cent of the population was supernatural, and the rest of human civilisation fell into panic.
This forty per cent was evacuated to Britain, and parts of Europe, to save their lives and to show that the world leaders had total control, even some of the humans moved to the newly sanctioned 'Abnormal Genes Resourcement State' as they tried to stand for the supernaturals.
But the truth is, everybody fears the supernaturals…..and so, as these three men stared down on the sarcophagus they pondered in in actuality, if they had just thrown away their existence.
"Well, whad does it mean lad?" ashek the man with the crow bar to the man that had pointed out the inscription.
"Inter duas acies tertium dicendum quod lux et tenebrae facit pascuntur bono male perdere." The man muttered. Then looked up to meet his companion's confused expresions. "Umm..it means between two lines creates a third for creatures of both light and dark that feed from the good to destroy the bad."
"Sound like vampires to me!" exclaimed the third man. Then he stuttered, "w..w-what does the other language mean, the Arabic?"
The translator sighed, then in an exasperated voice proclaimed, "In translation it means …..hmmm an Angel maybe…its not clear."
"We have to open it, we might be able to get some profit if we sell it to some supernats," said the man with the crowbar. After a silent moment the other two nodded in agreement and picked up their own crowbars.
With a gruff noise the first man jabbed his crowbar into a small crack that defined the lid from the tomb. "COME ON!" He shouted to the other men. They followed his lead and clenched their muscles as they forced the id farther apart from its counter part. "ON THE OUNT OF THREE LIFFT! 1…2…..3."
The lid fell to the floor with a loud clatter, splaying dust everywhere and causing the men to cough up for a good few minutes. Little did they notice the strange thing that was inside the sarcophagus until they recovered from their coughing fits.
The translator gazed upon the context and his brows fell into a deep frown. The other two gasped as their eyes fell upon the figure inside the historical box.
It's just a girl, was their basic thoughts.
She had elbow length coppery-bronze-dark amber glistening ginger hair, soft looking blanched almond coloured skin, perfectly shaped natural eyebrows, one above each eyelid that was softly coloured a bisque colour. Her lips where thin but full and coloured an alizarin crimson, she looked around the age of sixteen to eighteen. She was wearing a cream traditional Egyptian dress that only did to complement her perfect features and had glistening jewls and ruby bangles adoring her wrists and neck. To gaze upon her magnificently beautiful face she looked like she had been walking around in the fresh air only minutes before, unlike the evidence that suggested thousands of years.
The two men that had gasped went to lean over and stare, as if their discovery wasn't really there.
Suddenly her eyelashes fluttered over and everyone gasped. The colour of her eyes..that's what made everyone afraid. Her eyes…they where….
A Blood Curdling Crimson.