DISCLAIMER - I don't own any of the Nightworld characters and I don't make
any money. Yes I know I should get out more. I do however own a sexy
vampire called Tar, so hands off!
REVIEWS ARE MUCH LOVED AND BEGGED FOR!!
CHAPTER EIGHT - THE PARTY BEGINS
The family round the table all jumped from their chairs when the door crashed in. Rowan had hoped the last barrier would at least buy some time for Ash to come. It seemed that Mary Lynette had become something beyond anything she could deal with and combined with the strong presence outside the house, they might be more than a match for Ash as well. She offered a last prayer to the Goddess and prepared for the end to come.
Xanna stalked through the corridors, sensing each board, brick and nail. They were in the kitchen, no wait, they'd moved into the basement. How convenient that they should move into a place with no other exits or escape routes. Xanna grinned in anticipation of the witches blood in her throat, but was interrupted by a hurried and whispered chant of warding around the door to the basement. She moved towards it and could feel the magick radiating off it like heat. She reached and twisted the knob, but feeling it jammed, knocked it right off it's hinges. She moved down the stairs into the gloom, smelling acutely the pathetic hiding places of her prey. Well, she had plenty of time to play.
Do the witches want to come out to play? She broadcast out around her. The strongest witch was hidden just underneath the stairs, the wild one behind a crate, the smallest one inside an old chest and the human vermin was behind it. She blocked herself from the witches' thoughts, stalked silently to the bottom of the stairs, and moved towards the chest.
Rowan could feel Mary Lynette move to the middle of the stairs and pause, ferreting out their hiding places as if they were stood in broad daylight. Her presence suddenly disappeared from her perception and for a brief moment she wondered if perhaps she'd left the house. It was very brief and wishful thinking.
Ash hit ninety miles an hour on the freeway leading to Briar's Creek and skidded so dangerously around a corner, that the car tilted to one side as they turned. James and Poppy exchanged nervous glances, hoping to at least survive to the place Ash called home.
Thoughts were rushing around in Ash's head. Jade was ludicrous, Mary Lynette would never dream of hurting any of them, she must just be confused. There was a nagging feeling at the back of his mind that he was missing some important piece in this jigsaw and once he found it, everything would make sense. It all seemed to be linked the fuzzy image of the second vampire in the department store. He kept hearing the horror and fear in Jade's voice. Rowan's dreams are never wrong she had kept saying, Mary Lynette is coming here to kill us. He tried to relax, tell himself this was all a misunderstanding, but an image of Mary Lynette kept appearing in front of his eyes asking him why he hadn't been there for her when she'd needed him the most. He felt tears appear in his eyes, and wiped them quickly with the edge of a sleeve. When he came in sight of the town, he speeded up instead of slowing down.
REVIEWS ARE MUCH LOVED AND BEGGED FOR!!
CHAPTER EIGHT - THE PARTY BEGINS
The family round the table all jumped from their chairs when the door crashed in. Rowan had hoped the last barrier would at least buy some time for Ash to come. It seemed that Mary Lynette had become something beyond anything she could deal with and combined with the strong presence outside the house, they might be more than a match for Ash as well. She offered a last prayer to the Goddess and prepared for the end to come.
Xanna stalked through the corridors, sensing each board, brick and nail. They were in the kitchen, no wait, they'd moved into the basement. How convenient that they should move into a place with no other exits or escape routes. Xanna grinned in anticipation of the witches blood in her throat, but was interrupted by a hurried and whispered chant of warding around the door to the basement. She moved towards it and could feel the magick radiating off it like heat. She reached and twisted the knob, but feeling it jammed, knocked it right off it's hinges. She moved down the stairs into the gloom, smelling acutely the pathetic hiding places of her prey. Well, she had plenty of time to play.
Do the witches want to come out to play? She broadcast out around her. The strongest witch was hidden just underneath the stairs, the wild one behind a crate, the smallest one inside an old chest and the human vermin was behind it. She blocked herself from the witches' thoughts, stalked silently to the bottom of the stairs, and moved towards the chest.
Rowan could feel Mary Lynette move to the middle of the stairs and pause, ferreting out their hiding places as if they were stood in broad daylight. Her presence suddenly disappeared from her perception and for a brief moment she wondered if perhaps she'd left the house. It was very brief and wishful thinking.
Ash hit ninety miles an hour on the freeway leading to Briar's Creek and skidded so dangerously around a corner, that the car tilted to one side as they turned. James and Poppy exchanged nervous glances, hoping to at least survive to the place Ash called home.
Thoughts were rushing around in Ash's head. Jade was ludicrous, Mary Lynette would never dream of hurting any of them, she must just be confused. There was a nagging feeling at the back of his mind that he was missing some important piece in this jigsaw and once he found it, everything would make sense. It all seemed to be linked the fuzzy image of the second vampire in the department store. He kept hearing the horror and fear in Jade's voice. Rowan's dreams are never wrong she had kept saying, Mary Lynette is coming here to kill us. He tried to relax, tell himself this was all a misunderstanding, but an image of Mary Lynette kept appearing in front of his eyes asking him why he hadn't been there for her when she'd needed him the most. He felt tears appear in his eyes, and wiped them quickly with the edge of a sleeve. When he came in sight of the town, he speeded up instead of slowing down.