Dead Bite

Broken Home

Hello mortals,

Welcome back to the second part of the last chapter <3 I wont keep you waiting to continue from where we left off. 

Kick back, relax, and enjoy.

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The sense of comfort she was feeling soon turned to something very different...

As she made her way out of the room, she was met with almost pitch black darkness surrounding her. Though not afraid of the dark, she knew what happened in the cover of it. She was alert to the worn plank boards, creaking under her feet as she slowly pushed forward. A harsh thumping rose in her ears. Afraid of descending into the darkness, she stared. The black veil only cut by the dim morning light trying to peer through the hallway curtains, giving a more eerie glow. She still pushed forward past her anxiety and hunger.

Luna looked around in the glowing bask of the morning light, entranced by the patterns on the walls around her. Much like the same markings that intrigued her that the woman was adorn with in her dream. She ran her finger tips over the pattern, not even realizing what she was doing until a prick of blood ran from her finger tip and down the wall. She shook her head and cursed herself for zoning out as she had. 

Lucky enough she had made it far enough down the wall, sitting on the shelf to her right was a bronzed candelabra.  She noticed the black and red candles had been half melted as she picked up the three pronged copper piece. The heavy bronzed holder was embellished with almost the same snakes that had been on Mr. Graves cane. Thinking no more of it, she grabbed a match from the beaten book that had lain beside it. 

Lighting each candle one by one, she felt as if she were being watched from a distance. Looking over her shoulder and down the dark hall way made her fleeting thoughts wonder. Her earlier dream still weighing heavy in her mind.  Goosebumps rose on her skin, shivering from the sudden chill that had passed through her very being. She wrote it off as being nothing more then a draft and shook the impending thoughts from her head. Knowing she over thought way to much and was making something out of nothing, she once again cursed her paranoid thoughts. 

She picked up the heavily weighted candelabra and made her decent down the narrow wooden staircase. Each one creaking under the weight of her softly padding steps. She couldn't help but to notice the old photos on the walls, encasing many of the memories she assumed once lived in these ever elongating halls. Soon she felt as if her mind were playing tricks on her, as there seemed to be no end to the stairs. She passed more dusty and cracked portraits, wondering if there would ever be an end. Still pushing forward, finally her feet were met by the chilled stained treated wood.

She was met by the earthy aroma of freshly dug wet dirt and that of pungent swamp water, two smells she had become accustomed to over the years. Yet one ignited her nerves, never wanting to have smelled it again. 

The smell of freshly dug earth and morning drew brought her back to the day she was left alone, burying the memories she once lived. Laying her mother to rest that chilled Sunday morning, that ate at her bones with withering sadness. She was soon brought out of her own thoughts by the sounds of banging from the pitch black room to her right, which she could not seem to ignore.

She sat still in fear, still not knowing exactly where she was. She didn't know whether or not to follow fight or flight in that moment. But soon curiosity got the better of her as it had many of time before. 

Luna made small silent strides forward, placing the candles in front of her. So focused on the banging, she didn't even notice the small puddle of wax building in the crevasse of her palm. Or if she did, she didn't pay it no mind. Though it did soon become clear to her, there were several other people it could be. But still haunted from her dreams she stayed on high alert feeling off. She felt a heaviness in her soul that she could not place.

Never trust the living...  Those words rattled through her brain as she came to the large wooden door before her. The golden knob called to her like the whispers of a taunting ghost, even as the feeling inside of her wailed that this was wrong. She began to twist the knob with her free hand, it letting out a pained whine as if it hadn't been opened in a century. The smell of fresh dirt grew stronger as she quietly pushed open the door, slightly frightened yet in wonder of what she had found...

The candle lit glow cascaded around the room in front of her. Books scattered and strewn across the floor. She noticed the many crucifixes and other religious symbols that covered the scarlet painted walls around her. To her right sat a book-self of oddities and jars filled with spices that hid her from the rest of the room, that she could not bring herself to move closer to. The room reminded her much of the old museum he mother had taken her to as a child.  She also took in the endless amounts of photos that were strewn around the floor. Men and Woman of various ages, some with red X's scratched across their faces that didn't help the unsettling bubbling in her stomach. 

It wasn't until she looked up past the symbols, she noticed the wall of hand painted mid-century portraits. Still just as dusty as the ones in the hallways, these seemed far more important. five sat side by side with each other, casting stares into her soul as almost a warning. One which she could not ignore that bared the striking resemblance to the woman from her dreams. 

She moved only slightly forward realizing she was not alone. On the other side of the bookcase she had quietly peered around, candles sat lit in a circle. She also noticed the other hundreds of candles that had been melted together along the walls at a dim glow. They reminded her of when Alma-May would take her to worship and light a candle for those they had lost, yet this didn't have the same sweet sentimental feeling.  It wasn't until her eyes focused in she noticed the black shadow that sat in the middle of the circle like prided royalty.

"She is the key to the bloodline, you know that. If it were not for her, I would not even grace my presence. You should know how dangerous it is, summoning me here." Luna heard the throaty angry whispers that seemed unhuman coming from around the corner. 

"Yes I know your Grace, and that might be true but she ain't got no clue who she is or where she came from. If she is found, they will not hesitate to tear her limb for limb to ensure they live on. She doesn't even know the power she possesses." The rushed words came from an older woman, who she could only guess was that of Ada. To intrigued she couldn't bring herself to stop listening.

"The Devoux child is the last of her bloodline, they made sure of that. If it wasn't for her still being a child, she would have already been torn to shreds. Bathory still has set rules. We hear things on this side and she's not safe.  She's growing stronger the closer her Eighteenth birthday comes. " The man shaped mass sighed, Luna could tell the annoyance growing in his voice. 

"Her linking powers have grown strong enough to reach Marie in her unconscious mind and if they find out by the night of All Hallows Eve..." The voice grew worrisome and her heart began to race faster. She knew this is what the prophecy must mean.  Not being able to listen any longer she makes her way quietly out of the room.  Before she could get out the voice spoke again, "We're not alone.."

In a panic she burnt herself with the flaming candle, biting her lip to keep a whimper from escaping as she ran out of the room. She ran as fast as she could back up what seemed to be never ending steps. She placed the candelabra back where it had came, wanting nothing to go noticed as the world seemed to spin around her yet again. 

This can't be real... This is just another dream... She repeated to herself over and over before shutting her door and locking it, in fear of being found out. She crawled back into he bed trying to catch her breath, shock still taking over her mind. 

"I'm not special, this isn't real, I'm just hallucinating things again, yeah that's what it is," She spoke out loud to herself in panic.

If only she were right...

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Okay so I rewrote this chapter bc I just wasn't to fond of how sappy what was here before was and this just seems way better in my opinion. I do hope you guys like how this is going so far and feel free to give feed back. I am in the process of going back and correcting little mistakes so please forgive them 

Creep it real <3 

XOXO, 

Mystic A.