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Lone Wolf and Lone Vampire
Chapter 1
It was a cool night one July when her parents died. Her name was
Rhiannon and she was 10 years old. Originally she was from Green Bay,
Wisconsin, but her parents were tired of the city life and decided to
start a farm. With the money they had saved, and donations of farm
equipment from their more rural family members, the bought an old,
disused farm deep in rural Minnesota For awhile now, since her and
her parents had moved to the heavily forested area, they received
visits from strange, shabbily dressed people. Originally it had
started with noises out in the woods, and occasional glimpses of
something moving in the trees. Only she had really noticed this. She
had tried to tell this to her parents, but they were too busy making
repairs to get the place properly livable. When these people finally
showed themselves, they demanded that the family leave this place.
The reason for their argument was that the family didn't belong there.
Her parents dismissed this as just some country folks who didn't want
neighbors, saying that in time they might grow to accept them.
After a couple of visits, and more sightings of the
movements only Rhiannon seemed to notice, things slowly got worse.
From stones being thrown to break windows, to machinery being tampered
with. Her parents tried the police, but with little luck being so far
out of the way. At night wolves howled and occasional made minor
attacks on what livestock had been purchased. Then, on that fateful
day in July, the things came for them. Sitting in the living room,
there were many howls to be heard. All of a sudden there were
growling sounds coming from close by. A large crash echoed through
the house as the front door was destroyed. Her Father went running to
investigate and sending his wife and little Rhiannon upstairs,
grabbing a shotgun off the wall as he went. From the main bedroom
they heard screams and the loud reverberation of a gun firing. Then
there was nothing but silence for a few moments when a loud howl
echoed through the house. Looking outside Rhiannon saw huge hulking
shapes, barely visible in the moonlight. Some of these shapes stood
on two legs, others four and all clearly inhuman. Hearing heavy
thumps slowly coming up the stairs, Rhiannon's mother opened the
window and lowered her onto the roof of the side porch, whispering
fiercely to her "You must hurry, go now and get out of here!" Just as
her mother dropped here down, the sound of the bedroom door being
ripped off its hinges caused he mother to turn and scream. Confused
about what to do Rhiannon ran for the drainpipe at the edge of the
porch, hearing her mothers screams cut off abruptly.
Shimmying down the drainpipe she landed on the ground and peered
across the porch to see an image that would be with her for many years
to come. In the light cast from the now nonexistent front door she
saw what could only be described as a monster. The thing stooped to
exit the house, covered in brown fur with a shock of red at the top of
its head. Its head was that of a wolf, with large jaws and a row of
large, sharp teeth. Its body was the shape of a man's, with long arms
ending in six inch claws, its legs arched backwards at the knee, and a
tail in the back. This thing had something in its arm, which, when it
lifted it up, was the upper half of her father. The thing proceeded
to sink its teeth into the corpses neck, and with a spurt of blood,
ripped out the throat. Terrified, Rhiannon ran towards the woods, a
deep howl erupting from behind her. Not looking back, she neared the
forest before another howl came, and sounds of pursuit resounded
behind her.
She entered the forest at a full run. She went crashing through
bushes and bramble, thorny vines cutting into her skin when she
tripped. She tried to get up, fear coursing through her but her ankle
had been broken in the fall. Crying, scared and confused she started
to crawl, trying to get away from the ever present sounds of the
monsters pursing her. Suddenly, with a cry of alarm she was scooped
up from the ground. Frantically struggling against whatever had
gotten her, a hand covered her mouth with a quick shushing sound, her
limbs held tight from movement. She opened her eyes to see a woman
holding her, carrying her away through the forest. The woman's eyes
were alert and watchful has she ran, ducking and weaving through the
forest without a sound.
For what seemed like hours Rhiannon was carried, until finally the
sounds of pursuit faded away. Slicing the clear night sky came a high
pitched howl, fading to a whine. At the sound the woman stopped and
waited, her head cocked to one side. Looking to Rhiannon the woman
whispered, "My name is Elia. I am going to take my hand off your
mouth, but I need you to be very quiet, ok?" With tears streaming
down her face and a silent half nod, the muffling hand was removed.
Elia readjusted her to an upright position and started walking. Not a
word was said until the sky began to brighten. Coming upon a small
cave, Elia crouched down then went inside and set her down. "I need
you to stay here and be very quiet. I must go for now until
nightfall." she said. After which she moved into the depths of the
cave and opened a backpack. From it she pulled an old canvas sleeping
bag. Turning back to the pack she rummaged in it until she found some
food and a bottle of water. "Here" she said, indicating the sleeping
bag, "Try to get some sleep and remember not to leave the cave".
Still crying and confused Rhiannon crawled into the bag, curling up
into a ball. Within moments she was asleep, and Elia bent down and
petted the child's soft hair. Elia's eyes unfocused for a moment and
a sad look crossed her face. Rising slowly, she stepped towards the
mouth of the cave and covered it with brush. Then she knelt down and
a look of slight concentration appeared on her face. Within moments,
she had disappeared.
Lone Wolf and Lone Vampire
Chapter 1
It was a cool night one July when her parents died. Her name was
Rhiannon and she was 10 years old. Originally she was from Green Bay,
Wisconsin, but her parents were tired of the city life and decided to
start a farm. With the money they had saved, and donations of farm
equipment from their more rural family members, the bought an old,
disused farm deep in rural Minnesota For awhile now, since her and
her parents had moved to the heavily forested area, they received
visits from strange, shabbily dressed people. Originally it had
started with noises out in the woods, and occasional glimpses of
something moving in the trees. Only she had really noticed this. She
had tried to tell this to her parents, but they were too busy making
repairs to get the place properly livable. When these people finally
showed themselves, they demanded that the family leave this place.
The reason for their argument was that the family didn't belong there.
Her parents dismissed this as just some country folks who didn't want
neighbors, saying that in time they might grow to accept them.
After a couple of visits, and more sightings of the
movements only Rhiannon seemed to notice, things slowly got worse.
From stones being thrown to break windows, to machinery being tampered
with. Her parents tried the police, but with little luck being so far
out of the way. At night wolves howled and occasional made minor
attacks on what livestock had been purchased. Then, on that fateful
day in July, the things came for them. Sitting in the living room,
there were many howls to be heard. All of a sudden there were
growling sounds coming from close by. A large crash echoed through
the house as the front door was destroyed. Her Father went running to
investigate and sending his wife and little Rhiannon upstairs,
grabbing a shotgun off the wall as he went. From the main bedroom
they heard screams and the loud reverberation of a gun firing. Then
there was nothing but silence for a few moments when a loud howl
echoed through the house. Looking outside Rhiannon saw huge hulking
shapes, barely visible in the moonlight. Some of these shapes stood
on two legs, others four and all clearly inhuman. Hearing heavy
thumps slowly coming up the stairs, Rhiannon's mother opened the
window and lowered her onto the roof of the side porch, whispering
fiercely to her "You must hurry, go now and get out of here!" Just as
her mother dropped here down, the sound of the bedroom door being
ripped off its hinges caused he mother to turn and scream. Confused
about what to do Rhiannon ran for the drainpipe at the edge of the
porch, hearing her mothers screams cut off abruptly.
Shimmying down the drainpipe she landed on the ground and peered
across the porch to see an image that would be with her for many years
to come. In the light cast from the now nonexistent front door she
saw what could only be described as a monster. The thing stooped to
exit the house, covered in brown fur with a shock of red at the top of
its head. Its head was that of a wolf, with large jaws and a row of
large, sharp teeth. Its body was the shape of a man's, with long arms
ending in six inch claws, its legs arched backwards at the knee, and a
tail in the back. This thing had something in its arm, which, when it
lifted it up, was the upper half of her father. The thing proceeded
to sink its teeth into the corpses neck, and with a spurt of blood,
ripped out the throat. Terrified, Rhiannon ran towards the woods, a
deep howl erupting from behind her. Not looking back, she neared the
forest before another howl came, and sounds of pursuit resounded
behind her.
She entered the forest at a full run. She went crashing through
bushes and bramble, thorny vines cutting into her skin when she
tripped. She tried to get up, fear coursing through her but her ankle
had been broken in the fall. Crying, scared and confused she started
to crawl, trying to get away from the ever present sounds of the
monsters pursing her. Suddenly, with a cry of alarm she was scooped
up from the ground. Frantically struggling against whatever had
gotten her, a hand covered her mouth with a quick shushing sound, her
limbs held tight from movement. She opened her eyes to see a woman
holding her, carrying her away through the forest. The woman's eyes
were alert and watchful has she ran, ducking and weaving through the
forest without a sound.
For what seemed like hours Rhiannon was carried, until finally the
sounds of pursuit faded away. Slicing the clear night sky came a high
pitched howl, fading to a whine. At the sound the woman stopped and
waited, her head cocked to one side. Looking to Rhiannon the woman
whispered, "My name is Elia. I am going to take my hand off your
mouth, but I need you to be very quiet, ok?" With tears streaming
down her face and a silent half nod, the muffling hand was removed.
Elia readjusted her to an upright position and started walking. Not a
word was said until the sky began to brighten. Coming upon a small
cave, Elia crouched down then went inside and set her down. "I need
you to stay here and be very quiet. I must go for now until
nightfall." she said. After which she moved into the depths of the
cave and opened a backpack. From it she pulled an old canvas sleeping
bag. Turning back to the pack she rummaged in it until she found some
food and a bottle of water. "Here" she said, indicating the sleeping
bag, "Try to get some sleep and remember not to leave the cave".
Still crying and confused Rhiannon crawled into the bag, curling up
into a ball. Within moments she was asleep, and Elia bent down and
petted the child's soft hair. Elia's eyes unfocused for a moment and
a sad look crossed her face. Rising slowly, she stepped towards the
mouth of the cave and covered it with brush. Then she knelt down and
a look of slight concentration appeared on her face. Within moments,
she had disappeared.