I keep making mistake's of Tom Lloyd= Finn Halen, made that mistake sorry and Kathryn Lloyd= Viper Halen.


Chapter 2 Voice of the Beast

I sleep with my eyes open. My ears hear the smallest sound and I wake. If air moves softly over the hairs of my body, I will know that there is leaving thing near me. Smells of animals brought by the wind can reach me over hunders of kilometers.

Are you afraid? you are right to be afraid. We live in the darkness and there we do our work. You can be sure that we want only want is bad. Only what can hurt you. When you are feeling weak, we will know. Then we will watch you while you sleep, waiting for the time when we can take you in our darkness. In the night, we talk to you and call you to come to us. The knock on the door that wakes you in the night - that is one of us, come to invite you to a living death. Do not listen. Close your ears, if you want to escape with your life.

We have always been here. We have been here from the start of time.

Many thousands of years ago people ate with the gods. At that time, in Arcadia in Greece, there was man called Shendu. In Greek stories, Shendu was the son of the first man on earth. He was the king of the people who lived on the hills and in the woods of Arcadia. But Shendu was a man who did bad things, and one day the god Zeus heard about them. So he paid a suprise visit. Shendu killed a child and gave it to Zeus to eat. Zeus was so angry that he truned Shendu into a wolf. Shendu had to leave his people and live in the woods by himself.

He was half man and half wolf.

The sons of Shendu, my brothers and I, have been on the earth all this time. But we left Arcadia and travelled the world. Each of us went alone. We lived in hiding in many different places. Sometimes we showed ourselves to people, but they were terribly afraid of us. They used and shot us with sliver bullets. They made big fires and burnt us alive and cut off our heads.

But we did not die. We just changed. Into the undead.

We move around in the earth in many froms. You do not see us but we are among you, in all parts of the world, from the west to the east, from the north to the south, in Venezuela, France, Mexico and florida, from the Caucasus to the Alps, from Georgia to Greece, from the icy fields of Russia to the green hills of England. You can hear our cries if you listen hard. They are carried on the hot winds from the south and across the white moutains of the north.

There is nothing you can do to escape from us. You may think you can kill us with your silver bullets. But you cannot. We move from one body to another, from one place to another. We need blood and dead meat and we are always hungry. We will kill anything that lives: Babies, cows, childeren, sheep, goats, chickins, man, woman. . .

How can you know us? Well, what do think you will see? Sometimes, for example, I am an animal of the night like a bat or a wolf or am owl. Or a wild black dog, like the dog that sits at the entrance to the underworld. Sometimes I am the ghost that lies down next to you when you sleep. Or I am a beautiful young man or woman whom you want more then anything else in the world.

I am all of these things and I am none of tem. I move between your world and mine as easily as a fish through water. You cannot understand how easily. You may see something moving in the corner of your eye. If you turn to look, there will be nothing there. Just a leaf blowing in the wind, you think. But I am following in the darkness behind you.

I am your worst dream.