The Coven's Heir

Chapter 1

Lullin, England 1886

I stood there as still as a grim reaper staring down at the now buried grave. I ever so slowly as if my eyes were carving through the concrete of the stone grave. I lifted them up to the name freshly carved into the stone and felt a sharp stab on the left side of my chest that almost threatened tears to overflow. Here lies Alice Oxley beloved daughter and mother. It all felt surreal. My mother was gone. She was dead.

Even though it felt like a part of her started to die years ago, and I should have been prepared for this day, it was still a complete shock to the senses. I felt numb yet in pain all over my body. I didn't even know that could happen.

My gaze was still locked on the engraved gravestone, and I could not move. I could not look away. All I saw was my mothers mangled body. I was the one who found her.

She had been upstairs in her room all day which was normal now a days for my mom. I went up there to check on her and give her lunch. When I opened the door to the master bedroom, she was sleeping on her king-sized bed, or that was what I originally thought until I saw all the blood. I froze. The tray slipped through my fingers and clattered and smashed on the ground. A ringing sounded my ears and penetrated my mind. I felt my body pull itself towards the bed, even though a part of me wanted to run. As I neared, I saw my mother, I stopped dead in my tracks. A strangled gasp escaped my lips and burned the back of my throat. She was on her back, in her white nightgown, mouth open, with a puddle of blood slipping out, as if she had been choking. Blood was still trickling from her mouth down her face and now pooling onto the sheets. I slowly dragged my eyes up and horror struck me like a block of ice being slapped into my face. I shuddered. Where her eyes should have been were nothing but black holes with an angry ring of blood surrounding them. Her eyes were missing, as if they disintegrated into her skull. There was blood all over the upper half of her face. All around her head was a pool of blood as if it were a demonic halo condemning her. It was all in her beautiful blonde hair and all over her pearl white sheets.

I couldn't sense anything from her. All that was left was an empty shell of what used to be my mother. I glanced down, her body was all frozen, and ridged. I saw a knife still in her hand bloody with a gooey texture, and recoiled as I saw the scene play out in my mind. 

I don't know how long I stayed there staring unable to look away. Horror and shock engulfing my body and mind. I must have let out a strangled scream at some point though because Elijah came running into the room along with Sage; my ladies' maid, and my Grandmother wasn't far behind. The same look and shock and horror pasted on their faces.

Next thing I knew Elijah was pulling me out of the room. I think I was trying to fight him. From the bruises now starting to form along my wrists. I don't know why I would want to go back and see my mother that way ever again, but I didn't want to leave her. I know Elijah was just being a good friend, but god at that moment I wanted to murder him. I wanted to murder anyone and everyone just to get back to my mother.

"Fallon, stop, stop! You need to get out of here. You don't need to see this" He all but yelled.

The horror and shock were gone and now there was just wrath. I always had a hard time controlling my emotions especially my temper, and there was no going back now. A red haze clouded my vision as I continued to thrash against Elijah.

"Let me go Eli. I mean it. I know you know my father taught me how to fight and I am not afraid to turn it against you." I threatened. 

Though Elijah has been my best friend since I was little and has dealt with my temper before, and any other time he probably would have laughed at me, but this was not like any other time.