Chapter One: Home Sweet Home

"Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr Heathcliff's dwelling. 'Wuthering' being a significant provincial adjective, descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather." Chapter One, Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.

Lilith stared out of the window, whilst her English teacher droned on about Heathcliff's love for Catherine, watching the world pass her by. Dark clouds loomed on the horizon, Lilith noted with little curiosity as she chewed on the biro her mother had bought her for the start of term. Lilith turned her attentions back to her classmates, well one in particular; a brown haired petite girl who was, yet again, droning on about Heathcliff. Perfect Josephine, she wished she was like her.

"An excellent point Josephine, Lilith do you have anything to add?" Her rather nasal teacher asked. Lilith stared at him and shook her head. She never contributed in class, she didn't like speaking in public as people tended to make fun of her lisp. 'Snake Lily,' that's what they called her and other inane names like that.

"No sir," Lilith said quietly ignoring the sniggers of a few of the 'Townies'. "I think what Josephine said is perfectly true," Lilith caught the appreciative smile, of Miss Brown Hair, and smiled a little back.

"And I think that is a good point to end today on, if you would all re-read chapters five and six for next Monday. Have a good weekend everyone," the spindly teacher said waving the class out. Lilith picked up her books and folders and made her way out with the rest of her classmates. She followed Jo and her merry band of followers to the lockers by the sixth form social area, listening in to their conversation with envy.

She didn't have many friends, she found it hard to socialise with others and people just didn't want to be around her that much. Lilith opened her locker and put her folders into it, leaning against the locker she sighed and closed her eyes. She was so tired, she had been having terrible nightmares the last few weeks of people being tortured, raped and murdered. It wasn't pleasant to say the least and it was affecting her work.

Putting on her jacket, she passed through the area ignoring some of the stares she got, she left the college walking through the dark. She always walked the same way, followed the same route, her mother always warned her to be cautious but she always felt safe in the dark. Listening to the soft footsteps of someone behind her, she neither quickened or slowed her pace but waited for them to overtake her. An old blonde Goth with a walking stick, now that was unusual.

Passing through the graveyard, she watched two more heavier looking Goths argue with each other. Lilith smiled to herself and pulled her coat around her tighter, the air was electric- a big storm was coming. Lilith walked along the back alleys a little quicker not wanting to get caught out in the storm. Lilith walked through the woods passing a pretty looking female Goth snogging someone she assumed was her boyfriend.

Walking up to her house she opened the gate shutting it behind her as she walked up the path to the darkened house. Lightening flashed in the sky as she squealed in part fear- part joy. Lilith looked through her bag for her house keys as a light flashed in the sky, followed by green light coming from under the door. Putting the keys into the lock, Lilith opened the door and stopped.

Skull and snake hung in the sky above the house.

Lilith screamed.