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SUMMARY: Desiray is just an ordinary girl in the small town of Salem, in 2002. Daveigh was a possessed child in Salem in the early 1800's. Will Daveigh manage to succeed in getting Desiray to Salem, the year 1812? What does Daveigh want with Desi? Only Daveigh will, or would know.
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CHAPTER 1: DAVEIGH LARSON- BORN 1800.
In the old cabin in Salem, Daveigh Larson aged 9 sat huddled up to her mother in fright. Her tear streaked face was cold and pale as a ghost as she wept hysterically.
"It's okay." Her mother promised, not sure if she should believe this herself.
"But.... They'll.... Get.... Us." Daveigh sobbed. She nuzzled her head into her mother's old worn plaid dress. The smell was sweet and refreshing and it made Daveigh feel safe.
But the outside was not safe. The creatures that roamed around were huge hideous things. One look at it and you would be so stunned it could kill you there and then. Or just merely possess you. Possess you so that you were immortal. Bound to possess another.
Daveigh had also heard the tales the other children talked about. Salem was 'The jam city.' The city of blood. Blood that was the same colour as jam and which came from all the murders. The possessed murders.
"There, there Daveigh. Nuzzle your head against your mother." Came a man's voice.
"Honey." Mother exclaimed. She rushed over to him forgetting about little, poor, defenceless, naïve Daveigh.
Daveigh squealed as her only protection tore across the room. She raced past the only window in the cabin and leapt into her husbands arms lovingly.
"Something is not right." Daveigh whispered. She clutched an old blanket to her face and wept into it, her tears rolling down the rags formed as the blanket.
At the window a shadow caught Daveigh's attention and without knowing what she was doing she strolled over to it.
A dark face in the window told her she was next. She would be immortal. Not like any other little girl.
As soon as Daveigh's mother was in the arms of her husband Daveigh heard a scream. A scream so ear-piercing it was all she could do to cover her ears.
But the scream was not that of some creature outside. It was of her mother. The mother that had just been killed. Murdered. Stabbed, by her own father. A possessed father. One who would stop at nothing to kill her as he had done her mother.
As soon as he stabbed her he dropped down dead. He had been strong. He had not possessed her mother. He had killed her, for the better.
"MAMA." She screamed. Her throat chortled. Her knees buckled. She fell to the floor in pain, agony over her mother and her father's deaths.
But now Daveigh was left defenceless in Salem, no family, no friends, no- one to turn too. No-one. Apart from evil.
The evil that was consuming her. Filling her.
She had witnessed her mother's death and it had scarred her. The pain in which her mother suffered made her want revenge. It made her need to kill. To get her own back, and her mother's.
She had changed. She could feel it. She was no longer poor polite little Daveigh Larson. She was big, strong scary Daveigh, who could kill at the blink of an eye.
She was possessed.
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SUMMARY: Desiray is just an ordinary girl in the small town of Salem, in 2002. Daveigh was a possessed child in Salem in the early 1800's. Will Daveigh manage to succeed in getting Desiray to Salem, the year 1812? What does Daveigh want with Desi? Only Daveigh will, or would know.
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CHAPTER 1: DAVEIGH LARSON- BORN 1800.
In the old cabin in Salem, Daveigh Larson aged 9 sat huddled up to her mother in fright. Her tear streaked face was cold and pale as a ghost as she wept hysterically.
"It's okay." Her mother promised, not sure if she should believe this herself.
"But.... They'll.... Get.... Us." Daveigh sobbed. She nuzzled her head into her mother's old worn plaid dress. The smell was sweet and refreshing and it made Daveigh feel safe.
But the outside was not safe. The creatures that roamed around were huge hideous things. One look at it and you would be so stunned it could kill you there and then. Or just merely possess you. Possess you so that you were immortal. Bound to possess another.
Daveigh had also heard the tales the other children talked about. Salem was 'The jam city.' The city of blood. Blood that was the same colour as jam and which came from all the murders. The possessed murders.
"There, there Daveigh. Nuzzle your head against your mother." Came a man's voice.
"Honey." Mother exclaimed. She rushed over to him forgetting about little, poor, defenceless, naïve Daveigh.
Daveigh squealed as her only protection tore across the room. She raced past the only window in the cabin and leapt into her husbands arms lovingly.
"Something is not right." Daveigh whispered. She clutched an old blanket to her face and wept into it, her tears rolling down the rags formed as the blanket.
At the window a shadow caught Daveigh's attention and without knowing what she was doing she strolled over to it.
A dark face in the window told her she was next. She would be immortal. Not like any other little girl.
As soon as Daveigh's mother was in the arms of her husband Daveigh heard a scream. A scream so ear-piercing it was all she could do to cover her ears.
But the scream was not that of some creature outside. It was of her mother. The mother that had just been killed. Murdered. Stabbed, by her own father. A possessed father. One who would stop at nothing to kill her as he had done her mother.
As soon as he stabbed her he dropped down dead. He had been strong. He had not possessed her mother. He had killed her, for the better.
"MAMA." She screamed. Her throat chortled. Her knees buckled. She fell to the floor in pain, agony over her mother and her father's deaths.
But now Daveigh was left defenceless in Salem, no family, no friends, no- one to turn too. No-one. Apart from evil.
The evil that was consuming her. Filling her.
She had witnessed her mother's death and it had scarred her. The pain in which her mother suffered made her want revenge. It made her need to kill. To get her own back, and her mother's.
She had changed. She could feel it. She was no longer poor polite little Daveigh Larson. She was big, strong scary Daveigh, who could kill at the blink of an eye.
She was possessed.
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