In the midst of the witching hour, death has come alive. His stance is one of a twilight predator, or a breed of hunter sadistic to the core. His dark eyes whisper tails of menace and peril. He is the definition of danger. His figure slivers out of the shadows and into the moon light; where it forms an intimidating figure shrouded in a luminescent glare of a car's headlights. The roar of a rusty engine crawls into his ears, as his body starts to tense when an old sea blue Cadillac drives out of the nigh time fog. Words and names hiss in his mind. Catherine Carrington. Witch. Mother. Danger.
Kill.
He stretched out his hand to shadows beside him, pulling out a long sliver scythe. His grips on the handle is tight, as the car speeds further towards him. He can see the witch women now, her grimace challenging this predator to the fight. He strikes the window shield, breaking the crystal glass with the hilt of his blade; that is covered in scarlet stains. The car hits him, and he can feel his bones crack under this heavy metallic weight.
"Damn you," He splutters, crawling towards the car and dragging his body to what was once a window shield.
Blood is dripping, oozing everywhere; as if the whole car had be glazed with ruby coloured paint. Death see's a haggard figure stumbling and falling, attempting to run. Death follows in her shadows and walks past a sign saying…
Forks, Washington.
Elizabeth's screams echoed across the manor. Gwydion ran from his laboratory, and breaks into the bedroom; where Elizabeth is shaking on the floor. Gwydion scooped his adopted sister into a sweaty embrace, hoping to calm the girl with his ice cold skin. Her shaky breath started to slow, and Gwydion turns Elizabeth tear stricken face to him. Eleanora crashed into the room soon after, as Gwydion whispered to his sister.
"What is it Bessie. What did you see?" Gwydion asks.
"It's Mother…." Elizabeth chokes out.
"She's in trouble."