Underworld: Child of the Half Breed
Rashel was scared. There was no other feeling but intense fear pounding through her body.
She had made it to San Francisco by bus all the way from her hometown spring falls, the most boring town on earth. A quarter of the way across America by herself and her foster parents still hadn't caught up with her. Not that anybody could force her to return. There was something important that she had to do. She couldn't rest in peace until she had done it.
Michael Covin. He was here, somewhere within the ruins of the old city. The old churches loomed above her, black and magnificently decorated. But empty, unused, lonely. She walked past them trying to ignore the odd pounding of fear in her chest. Why did churches scare her?
No the churches didn't scare her. The fact that she was on her own in an unknown place with a task to do which she didn't even know where to start with was what frightened her.
Maybe I should have never have come here, she thought mildly, no I had to come. I have to see him.
Rashel zipped up her jacket and flipped her hood up. The grey clouds swirling above her and the churches had finally ripped and a fountain of chilly rain had begun to fall on the earth. Within seconds she was soaked through, wet and even more scared. Somehow the rain and the coming darkness freaked her out even more. She didn't want to be alone in the dark especially in a place like this.
Ok, she told herself firmly, first things first find a place to stay for the night. There must be a runaway's shelter somewhere in this city.
She only hoped that she found it fast.
The rain continued to fall, heavier. She wiped water off her face with a hand and glanced around...and couldn't believe her luck. Situated on the corner next to an old derelict house was a newer looking building lit up against the greyness of the night. The sight of the building sent a flutter of relief through her chest. A sign above said 'Lucinda's Teenage Shelter' in large old-fashioned red writing with lots of fancy curls.
Unusual but welcoming. For Rashel it was like a small light when surrounded by pitch-black nothingness.
She crossed the empty street and headed for the shelter. There was the sounds of pleasant laughter issuing from inside followed by a girls insane giggling. Rashel smiled slightly to herself and ran the old-fashioned doorbell above the door. There was a chime of bells from somewhere inside the house.
The front door was slowly pulled open with a long creak. A woman stood in the doorway, the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Her long blond hair was piled stylishly on top of her head and decorated with many glittering red jewels. Her face was pale, as pale as snow, as were her bare arms. She was dressed in a stunning long dress of blood red complete with red high-heeled sandals. Around her neck was a silver chain and attached to it was a small circular hollow vile.
The most striking thing about this woman though was her lips and eyes. Her lips were fleshy, full and blood red. They were pulled back in a smile revealing unusual slightly pointed white teeth. Her eyes shone silver in the light, as if her eyeballs were filled with molten silver.
At first Rashel thought it might have been a trick of the light or the moon was casting a silver light on them. But there was no moon that could be seen through the dense grey clouds and when the woman moved a little into a different light they remained a strong silver.
Oh god. That's not natural, that not right, that's not...human!
Stop it idiot, Rashel mentally slapped herself, contact lenses you moron. Everybody wears them now.
Rashel gave a sweet smile to the strange woman and pulled down her hood.
"Hi I'm Rashel and I'm a runaway. I need a place to stay for the night," She said calmly.
"I'm Lucinda. Please do come in," Said the woman pleasantly and she held open the door for Rashel.
Rashel took one last fleeting glance around the street she stepped inside the building. The warmth hit her and was a relief to her chilled bones. She was standing in a well-decorated well-lit hallway. Polished wooden stairs led to the upper floors.
Lucinda came up behind her. Rashel gave her another smile and allowed herself to be stirred into a living room. There were many people in there, sitting and drinking, talking and laughing. It was a pleasant and homey atmosphere and Rashel at once felt at ease.
There was a few woman mingled in with the teenagers that were Lucinda's age and had the same sort of beauty. Weird eyes and full lips. They all looked up at Rashel when she had walked into the room with Lucinda behind her.
"Everyone this is Rashel" She said softly.
There were pleasant Hi's and Hello's from everyone in the room. Rashel fast once felt accepted. The chatter and laughing had started up again.
"Now would you like something to eat or drink?" Lucinda asked gently. Her silver eyes glowed in the light.
A rumble rolled in Rashel's stomach. She hadn't realised it before but she was hungry. Really hungry. The hunger clawing in her stomach was like nothing she had felt before. Rashel nodded and Lucinda guided her into the kitchen.
The kitchen was like the other rooms she had been in, well lit and wonderfully decorated. There was an old black stove in the corner and an enormous wooden table in the middle. The floor was tiled with burgundy and the walls were painted red. Red seemed to be the main colour in the shelter.
"What would you like? Asked Lucinda.
"Err... A sandwich please." Said Rashel uncertainty.
Lucinda made a gesture for Rashel to sit down and she did at the big wooden table. She watched Lucinda potter around the kitchen making her a sandwich and grab a coke from the fridge.
"Here you go" Said Lucinda sweetly and placed the plate in front of Rashel. Rashel began to eat feeling the food slid down her throat. The sandwich was a blessing. It cured her hunger and made her feel stronger.
"Such a pretty girl," Said Lucinda softly as the stroked Rashel's long dark hair. Her touch was comforting and her voice sounded like a mother's would when speaking to her child. Rashel felt very relaxed and was pleased to be in Lucinda's company.
"Where are you from?" Lucinda asked curiously.
"Spring falls. I came here to find someone but no one knows I'm here" Rashel said.
"Well if you ever need a place to stay your always welcome here," Lucinda said giving her a bright smile. Rashel couldn't help but smile back.
"How old are you?"
"I'm 11. 12 in a few weeks," Said Rashel. She yawned loudly. Now that she had eaten and had a drink she felt sleepy. Sort of like Goldie locks, thought Rashel amused.
"You must be tired. I'll show you to your room." Lucinda stood up and headed out of the kitchen and Rashel followed her.
The living room was still full with chattering teenagers wide-awake not looking the slightest bit sleeping. Rashel glanced at the clock on the rosewood mantle piece and noted that it had gone nine o clock. The time had really flown by.
Rashel followed Lucinda up the polished stairs and down a hall. Lucinda opened a door and flicked a light switch and Rashel found herself in a pretty little room with pink curtains and a pink carpet. There was a single bed in the corner completely with silk pink pillows. A room decorated especially for a girl.
Rashel couldn't help but grin.
"My room is just next door so if you need anything don't hesitate to come and ask me" Lucinda said, "The bathroom is just across the hall. If you look in the cupboard there should be some pyjamas in there just your size."
"Thank you for everything" said Rashel sincerely. Lucinda just smiled softly her sliver eyes glittering. She left the room and closed the door behind her. Her footsteps echoed down the hall until Rashel was left with silence.
She was totally amazed. She never expected this. She had wanted a place to stay for the night but she never expected to be treated like something special, like a daughter. Lucinda was a wonderful woman in her eyes.
Rashel changed quickly into some purple pyjamas exactly her size. She steeled down on the bed under the covers feeling content and safe. When she had found him, Michael she would come back here. She didn't want to go back to her foster parents. Her last thought was Lucinda's silvery eyes before finally being overcome by tiredness and drifting off to the land of dreams.
****
Her eyes. His eyes. She had his eyes.
Lucinda sat back in the chair in her bedroom. She could hear Rashel's gentle breathing through the wall. The child was asleep, peaceful and safe in the warm bed. Lucinda hoped that she didn't wake until morning. Things would be easier that way. It had just been such a shock seeing those eyes. Those large and beautiful cornflower blue eyes.
Lucinda stood up. The teenagers from downstairs had one to bed believing that they were safe. They were not. It was time.
It was time to feed.
Thanks for reading and please review. Sorry about the grammar and stuff its not a strong point of mine. Next chapter should be up soon heck I might even write it today. Thanx.
Akasha.
Rashel was scared. There was no other feeling but intense fear pounding through her body.
She had made it to San Francisco by bus all the way from her hometown spring falls, the most boring town on earth. A quarter of the way across America by herself and her foster parents still hadn't caught up with her. Not that anybody could force her to return. There was something important that she had to do. She couldn't rest in peace until she had done it.
Michael Covin. He was here, somewhere within the ruins of the old city. The old churches loomed above her, black and magnificently decorated. But empty, unused, lonely. She walked past them trying to ignore the odd pounding of fear in her chest. Why did churches scare her?
No the churches didn't scare her. The fact that she was on her own in an unknown place with a task to do which she didn't even know where to start with was what frightened her.
Maybe I should have never have come here, she thought mildly, no I had to come. I have to see him.
Rashel zipped up her jacket and flipped her hood up. The grey clouds swirling above her and the churches had finally ripped and a fountain of chilly rain had begun to fall on the earth. Within seconds she was soaked through, wet and even more scared. Somehow the rain and the coming darkness freaked her out even more. She didn't want to be alone in the dark especially in a place like this.
Ok, she told herself firmly, first things first find a place to stay for the night. There must be a runaway's shelter somewhere in this city.
She only hoped that she found it fast.
The rain continued to fall, heavier. She wiped water off her face with a hand and glanced around...and couldn't believe her luck. Situated on the corner next to an old derelict house was a newer looking building lit up against the greyness of the night. The sight of the building sent a flutter of relief through her chest. A sign above said 'Lucinda's Teenage Shelter' in large old-fashioned red writing with lots of fancy curls.
Unusual but welcoming. For Rashel it was like a small light when surrounded by pitch-black nothingness.
She crossed the empty street and headed for the shelter. There was the sounds of pleasant laughter issuing from inside followed by a girls insane giggling. Rashel smiled slightly to herself and ran the old-fashioned doorbell above the door. There was a chime of bells from somewhere inside the house.
The front door was slowly pulled open with a long creak. A woman stood in the doorway, the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Her long blond hair was piled stylishly on top of her head and decorated with many glittering red jewels. Her face was pale, as pale as snow, as were her bare arms. She was dressed in a stunning long dress of blood red complete with red high-heeled sandals. Around her neck was a silver chain and attached to it was a small circular hollow vile.
The most striking thing about this woman though was her lips and eyes. Her lips were fleshy, full and blood red. They were pulled back in a smile revealing unusual slightly pointed white teeth. Her eyes shone silver in the light, as if her eyeballs were filled with molten silver.
At first Rashel thought it might have been a trick of the light or the moon was casting a silver light on them. But there was no moon that could be seen through the dense grey clouds and when the woman moved a little into a different light they remained a strong silver.
Oh god. That's not natural, that not right, that's not...human!
Stop it idiot, Rashel mentally slapped herself, contact lenses you moron. Everybody wears them now.
Rashel gave a sweet smile to the strange woman and pulled down her hood.
"Hi I'm Rashel and I'm a runaway. I need a place to stay for the night," She said calmly.
"I'm Lucinda. Please do come in," Said the woman pleasantly and she held open the door for Rashel.
Rashel took one last fleeting glance around the street she stepped inside the building. The warmth hit her and was a relief to her chilled bones. She was standing in a well-decorated well-lit hallway. Polished wooden stairs led to the upper floors.
Lucinda came up behind her. Rashel gave her another smile and allowed herself to be stirred into a living room. There were many people in there, sitting and drinking, talking and laughing. It was a pleasant and homey atmosphere and Rashel at once felt at ease.
There was a few woman mingled in with the teenagers that were Lucinda's age and had the same sort of beauty. Weird eyes and full lips. They all looked up at Rashel when she had walked into the room with Lucinda behind her.
"Everyone this is Rashel" She said softly.
There were pleasant Hi's and Hello's from everyone in the room. Rashel fast once felt accepted. The chatter and laughing had started up again.
"Now would you like something to eat or drink?" Lucinda asked gently. Her silver eyes glowed in the light.
A rumble rolled in Rashel's stomach. She hadn't realised it before but she was hungry. Really hungry. The hunger clawing in her stomach was like nothing she had felt before. Rashel nodded and Lucinda guided her into the kitchen.
The kitchen was like the other rooms she had been in, well lit and wonderfully decorated. There was an old black stove in the corner and an enormous wooden table in the middle. The floor was tiled with burgundy and the walls were painted red. Red seemed to be the main colour in the shelter.
"What would you like? Asked Lucinda.
"Err... A sandwich please." Said Rashel uncertainty.
Lucinda made a gesture for Rashel to sit down and she did at the big wooden table. She watched Lucinda potter around the kitchen making her a sandwich and grab a coke from the fridge.
"Here you go" Said Lucinda sweetly and placed the plate in front of Rashel. Rashel began to eat feeling the food slid down her throat. The sandwich was a blessing. It cured her hunger and made her feel stronger.
"Such a pretty girl," Said Lucinda softly as the stroked Rashel's long dark hair. Her touch was comforting and her voice sounded like a mother's would when speaking to her child. Rashel felt very relaxed and was pleased to be in Lucinda's company.
"Where are you from?" Lucinda asked curiously.
"Spring falls. I came here to find someone but no one knows I'm here" Rashel said.
"Well if you ever need a place to stay your always welcome here," Lucinda said giving her a bright smile. Rashel couldn't help but smile back.
"How old are you?"
"I'm 11. 12 in a few weeks," Said Rashel. She yawned loudly. Now that she had eaten and had a drink she felt sleepy. Sort of like Goldie locks, thought Rashel amused.
"You must be tired. I'll show you to your room." Lucinda stood up and headed out of the kitchen and Rashel followed her.
The living room was still full with chattering teenagers wide-awake not looking the slightest bit sleeping. Rashel glanced at the clock on the rosewood mantle piece and noted that it had gone nine o clock. The time had really flown by.
Rashel followed Lucinda up the polished stairs and down a hall. Lucinda opened a door and flicked a light switch and Rashel found herself in a pretty little room with pink curtains and a pink carpet. There was a single bed in the corner completely with silk pink pillows. A room decorated especially for a girl.
Rashel couldn't help but grin.
"My room is just next door so if you need anything don't hesitate to come and ask me" Lucinda said, "The bathroom is just across the hall. If you look in the cupboard there should be some pyjamas in there just your size."
"Thank you for everything" said Rashel sincerely. Lucinda just smiled softly her sliver eyes glittering. She left the room and closed the door behind her. Her footsteps echoed down the hall until Rashel was left with silence.
She was totally amazed. She never expected this. She had wanted a place to stay for the night but she never expected to be treated like something special, like a daughter. Lucinda was a wonderful woman in her eyes.
Rashel changed quickly into some purple pyjamas exactly her size. She steeled down on the bed under the covers feeling content and safe. When she had found him, Michael she would come back here. She didn't want to go back to her foster parents. Her last thought was Lucinda's silvery eyes before finally being overcome by tiredness and drifting off to the land of dreams.
****
Her eyes. His eyes. She had his eyes.
Lucinda sat back in the chair in her bedroom. She could hear Rashel's gentle breathing through the wall. The child was asleep, peaceful and safe in the warm bed. Lucinda hoped that she didn't wake until morning. Things would be easier that way. It had just been such a shock seeing those eyes. Those large and beautiful cornflower blue eyes.
Lucinda stood up. The teenagers from downstairs had one to bed believing that they were safe. They were not. It was time.
It was time to feed.
Thanks for reading and please review. Sorry about the grammar and stuff its not a strong point of mine. Next chapter should be up soon heck I might even write it today. Thanx.
Akasha.