Authors Note: At last I have thought of something to continue with this story! It has taken me this long because its one of those great ideas you get and then it slips away. Oh well. Anyway, enjoy.
Chapter One: Dèjà Vu-Part One
Year: 3028
Anna had grown quite a bit. Now nineteen years old she kept her hair cut short and had grown almost as tall as most of the men in the small town of Toel. She lived as a serving girl to the family that owned the local Inn. They had adopted from the Mistresses house for foundlings and orphans. No one knew where she had come from; no know one bar her best friend Simon.
Simon was the one who had found her laying in the grass next to the well as he had gone to collect water for Mistress. That cold morning nine years ago, he had been twelve years of age then. She told of the time she had come from, the demons, her saviour with the black hair and hat, his pale moonlight face above hers. He told her of how that on the 12th of August 2010 that the human race awoke to the treat of the Vampire, all with the death of one family, hers.
He had been adopted as an apprentice black-smith and visited at the end of each day. She played with the inn owners daughters when she wasn't working, and at the end of each day she put up the barrier.
I was her same routine. "Anna. Go out and turn the barrier on." Called a gruff voice from behind the counter.
"I want to come too!" called out an excited voice that belonged to little Silyvia, the youngest of the owners daughters running out to take the girls hand. Anna nodded and put on a small grin leading the little girl outside. It had gotten dark quickly this night and she moved towards the power base to switch it on when she heard a crash from nearby bins, seeing a large shadow she sighed. "Alright move off you mangy mutt! Shoo, this is no place for you!" She yelled at the supposed stray dog, then it rose on it haunches. It was large, black and snarling. Pulling the younger child behind her own body she rapidly whispered to the now frightened girl, "Run Silyvia, RUN!"
Before her stood not a stray dog, but an angry and hungry were-wolf.