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Teaser FlashbackAllel hadn't been ready for the attack. She was so busy watching the skies and listening for the telltale crack of an opened portal that she wasn't paying as much attention to her charge as she should have. A low growl was the only indication she had that something had invaded the room before the young Desmion began to scream. The screams stopped by the time Allel had reached the bed, and Desmion's blood coated the bed, her neck torn open.
A trio of creatures stood around the bed, pure white fur still dripping with the girl's blood. They looked like a cross between a wolf and a rabbit, though something had gone terribly wrong. They were all about the size of tigers. Their hind legs were taller and stronger than their fore legs, giving them an almost hunched over look. Their tails were long and thin, almost completely bone, twisted and broken in several places.
But the strangest feature by far was their heads. It looked like something had taken their heads and rearranged the features. T
A Midnight VisitorIriel viciously bit into the apple, teeth gnawing with a particular vehemence. She wasn't sure where the irritation was coming from. In fact, she didn't even know she was annoyed until the first bite of the fruit. Maybe it was something about the apple itself that caused her anger. She stopped eating for a moment and glared at the dissatisfactory fruit. Seeing nothing wrong and feeling no surge of anger or a release from it, she bit into it again.
Her legs were draped all over the small black computer chair she finally had the sense to drag into her room, hoping for a more comfortable place to sit and use her laptop. Her upper body was stretched on the bed, with the laptop just close enough that she could type. It was hot, so her pants lay abandoned in a heap on the floor, hair tied up and out of the way.
After a few rounds of games on an old virtual pet site, she finished the apple and threw the core across the room and into the trashcan. It hit with a resounding thud, it's new home h
Guardians and Darklings, Pt. 5They didn't make it to the parking lot. As soon as they left the hallway and snuck past the doors to the theater, Lillian blocked their way. She had blood on her arms and chest, and she looked angry.
"Who did it?" She asked, her piercing eyes locking on to everyone in turn. "Who hurt Desmion?"
"It was Callie." Aislinn answered, standing her ground.
"Yes. But she wasn't herself."
"She must have been possessed by a Darkling " Lillian muttered, thinking.
"So you do know what's going on!" Dariel ran forward and fisted her hand in Lillian's shirt, pulling the girl to eye level. "You better start explaining."
Lillian grabbed Dariel's wrist and squeezed. Dariel grunted in pain, but she held on. "Listen, goth girl. Whatever these things are, they're after Aislinn. And I won't let anything hurt her. Do you understand me?" She said through gritted teeth.
"I believe I do. Fine. I'll tell you. Let go of me before I lose my patience." She released her hold on Dariel, who let go and b
Guardians and Darklings, Pt. 4They stared at the blood for a few seconds, and then rushed to action. They grabbed the keys off of the desk and locked the door, after making sure that no one was hiding in the room. Then they shut off the lights and the computer and huddled together in the corner of the room under the desk, away from the pool of blood.
"What the hell?" Dariel hissed in the dark.
"I don't know." Aislinn said, shifting to sit next to Dariel.
"It is Mrs. G's?"
""I don't know. I guess so. Maybe."
They sat in silence, trying to calm the beating of their hearts, avoiding the dark spot on the ground.
"Was it Callie?" Saskia asked after a while.
"Is she one of them?" Dariel asked in response.
"They might not be connected, the note about the fork and the blood. But whatever it is I'm seeing and what happened in here have to be connected. Lillian proves that. She said herself that Mrs. G is involved. Maybe the shadow things found out and attacked her."
"Well, we can't stay here." Dariel stood up and pul
Guardians and Darklings, Pt. 3They managed to get through class without having any contact with Lillian, aside from a few glances that they shot at her. It was more than halfway through the year. What was she doing in the class so late? She didn't talk to anyone, so it wasn't like she was lurking in the class to hang out with a friend.
"What does she have to do with anything?" Dariel asked Aislinn during lunch, around a mouthful of strawberries. Saskia was there, and Aislinn's twin sister Siofra had finally been added to the group. Aislinn filled them in on everything that had been happening today, feeling the weight of the situation settle on her shoulders.
Aislinn snagged one of the unusually sweet fruits and chewed it thoughtfully. "I don't know. I just know that she's been following me around all day, even between classes."
"Momma G talked to her after class today." Saskia reminded Aislinn, using the pet name their zero hour class gave Mrs. G.
"But that's not that unusual, is it? A lot of kids stay after." Siof
Guardians and Darklings, Pt. 2"Alright guys, you're free. Run away." Most of the class stood up with a collective sigh, yawning and stretching stiff limbs. A few of the students stopped and refilled their travel mugs with what was left of the coffee, then filed out one by one. A few of the students stayed behind, having no where else to go.
"Wait, Lillian. I need to speak with you." A dark haired girl, who was rushing to leave, froze at the summons of the teacher. She closed her eyes and spun around, walking with an angry gait back into the room. Her bag bumped into Aislinn's desk, jolting the girl back into reality.
She had all but blanked out during the notes, her page a mess of jumbled words and doodles of birds, their wings spread wide.
"Ka-caw." Saskia said, looking down at the page and smiling. She had just returned from cleaning out the coffee machine and putting it away, her mug steaming.
"Yes, much ka-caw." Aislinn said absently, closing her binder and stuffing it into her bag. She glanced up at the teache
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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