Chapter 7

A wind whips through the trees on the edge of town, the rustling leaves whispering a welcome or a warning to the approaching travellers. As the taxi passes the weathered sign welcoming it to Beacon Hills the lone passenger awakens from his doze and lets out a heavy sigh.

When he put this town in his rearview he hadn't thought that he'd see himself coming back again so soon but the pull was too much to ignore. He gazes out of the dirty cab window at the darkening clouds rolling across the sky and the wind filled trees sending their leaves sailing along the air currents, Welcome home huh, he thinks huffing out a bitter laugh and running a hand over his face, let the games begin. Pulling his gaze from the window he leans back into the seat and tries to steel himself for what is to come as he gives the driver his final destination, "Eichen House please."