-1Lara
Lara Vamerian stumbled slightly over a twig hidden in the grass, her long blue cloak dragging through the wet grass. It was cold and dark, as the moon was covered by thick angry black clouds, and a thick fog covered everything. She had thought that she would have been at the village by now, but she had got lost several times because of the fog and she was still a couple of hours away from where she was headed.
If she didn't know that all the vampires had been wiped out 8 years ago when she was 7 she would have been screaming her head off by now. But she felt perfectly safe even if she was lost in a forest. She rubbed her hands together trying to warm them but the fog had chilled her to the bones.
She wished she had never decided to go and visit her friend Elizabeth. But she rarely so her and besides she hadn't known that this fog would come around. It had been perfectly sunny in the morning when she had set off. She cursed slightly as she stepped on a twig in her bare feet. Her shoes hung in her hands, soaking through.
Overhead there was a slow rumble of thunder. Perfect, she was going to get soaking wet in a storm. Suddenly, ahead she began to see the outline of a large grand building, looming out of the darkness. With a start she realised where she was, Castle Frankenstein, the castle that had once been occupied by vampires.
She let out a nervous giggle. The castle looked dark and desolate, a shadow of its former self. Lara nervously took a step towards the castle. Should she take shelter within the gloomy stone walls? Just as she was about to turn away there was a large clap of thunder followed by a wild flash of lightening, which illuminated the castle to show it for what it was, a ruin.
She squealed slightly, surprised from the thunder. Instantly she made her decision and ran towards the castle where she hoped she would find the door easily. And hopefully it would be open too. As she neared the castle she saw a great entranceway. Two doors hung from their hinges, ripped, battered and broken. Near the tops of the door there was a large gap just big enough for her to slip through.
She threw her small travelling bag into the hole first and heard it land on the floor with a muffled thump. She began to climb up the door, using large rivets as places to put her feet. She reached the top of the door and it began to creak. Nervously she jumped down from the door, landing softly like a cat on the floor below. Behind her, outside the rain started to pour down; she had made it just in time.
The place was dark and dim. Dust clung thickly to the floors and surfaces. Small dust clouds swirled around her and she coughed. She was in a small entrance hall, no bigger than a closet. Picking up her bag she walked slowly to the doors ahead of her. Placing her hand on the handle slowly she opened the door. She peeked around the door and found herself in a large lobby of some sort.
She stepped into the threshold, the thick dust muffling her soft footsteps. Slowly she undid her soaking wet cloak and dropped it to the ground letting it lye there abandoned. A large flight of marble steps lay in front of her. Chunks of what must have once been statues lay scattered about her, shattered and broken. She took a few steps towards the stairs. Suddenly behind her the door slammed shut violently. She screamed in spite of herself then realised it was just the door. She blushed slightly and was glad that no one had been there to see her act so childishly.
She started to shiver slightly, as the air in the lobby was chilled and cold. The hair on the back of her neck prickled. She wrapped her arms around herself nervously. She could see her breath in front of her. Strangely she had the feeling that someone was watching her.