Chapter one is a bit too short, but i hope you enjoy it anyway Next one will be longer.
[Isabelle]
I have no idea why I came back home, probably because it gave me that safety feeling, like everything was alright. But of course, nothing was alright anymore, everything was wrong and there was nothing I could do about it. Most of my memories faded through the years and what I have left are like pieces of puzzle that don’t seem to fit in anywhere. Faces, names, places, and I can’t remember any. Any except one: my mother. How could I forget the woman that sacrificed it all for me? The sun is hurting my eyes, but I don’t want to go back into the shadows, part of them, swallowed by them. Already spent way too much in the dark, I forgot how the real world looks like. Well, not like I had much of an idea now, i did spend 200 years in a tomb. I will stay here, on top of what is left of my family home, and enjoy the sun on my skin for the first time in many hundreds of years. Or I think it’s my family home, too many questions that have no answer. Like how the heck did I get out of the tomb? I was supposed to be its prisoner for eternity, with no way out. Oh well, I’ll just sleep until night falls and figure out what I want to do after I wake up. Well, easier said than done.
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“I’m going to Jake’s place. Don’t wait up, I’ll be home tomorrow.” Mark yelled out to his mother, as he walked out the door, into the faint light of the setting. His mother was too busy with her work, she didn’t hear him. Well, like that was something new. The streets were almost empty, street lanterns were lighting one by one, letting people know it was time to head home. Mark closed his jacket and shoved his hands into his pockets and kept going, determined to get to his friend’s house by the time all lanterns were lit. He had the feeling that someone was watching him from one of the nearby trees. “It’s just a feeling Mark, don’t be a baby.” He whispered to himself as he increased his pace. “No need to worry.” But there was something in the trees, watching and waiting. A creature of the darkness, hungry and confused, waiting to get its dinner. Mark got to his friend’s house and knocked at the door, waiting anxious for Jake to open. “Hurry man, I’m freezing out here!” He yelled out, looking around. He just couldn’t shake the feeling and felt those piercing eyes closer and closer. He could almost feel its breath on the back of his neck. He didn’t want to stay out for too long. The door finally opened and the warmth inside and the wide smiled on his friend’s face made Mark feel safe.
The eyes narrowed and pierced the dark one more time, before melting back into the shadows of the forest. No hunt tonight.
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[Isabelle]
When the last rays of sun disappeared, my eyes fluttered open and I stoop up straight, welcoming the night. I never really liked to sleep, 200 years were enough for me, but now I was weak and couldn’t last too long in the sunlight. That was one of the worst parts of the job. But someone had to have this misfortune so others didn’t. Although I never understood why it had to be me, why not someone else? Sighing, I walked out of what was left of my home and inhaled the clear air of the forest. For the first time in that day, I had a clear view of the KostasMansion. It surprised me how well the woods had treated it after all those years: most of the walls were still standing and the roof was only partially collapsed. It was covered in weeds and a tree was growing from a side. But it was still standing. A wide smile appeared on my face: I was finally home! I remembered the day we moved here like it was yesterday: the smell of fresh paint and new leather, the vivid colors and the sound of violin music. When I closed my eyes it was as if the violins were right behind me, in the small gazebo, almost completely ruined by the passing of time. Mrs. Kostas’s soft voice when she handed me my firs Greek doll. They were such nice people, why did they have to die? And how could I lose that doll? When I was only a small girl that blonde doll meant the world to me. A wind gust blew through the trees and brought to my nose the smell of fresh prey, reminding me how hungry I was. Without thinking twice, I followed my instincts and went for the kill. After 300 hundred years in the darkness even a rabbit would be a blessing. Well, I don’t have the privilege to speak of blessing, let’s call it a gift. My feet were going faster and faster, following the thin line of the smell. In a matter of seconds I found myself face to face with a frightened deer, sniffing the cold air of the night. I gritted my teeth and went for the kill. The sweet blood filled my mouth as I cut through the deer’s skin.
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Jake’s place hadn’t changed a bit since Mark left: still crowded, still messy, still smelly. But it was familiar and he liked that. When he and he’s mother left, he thought he’d never see his friends again. He wasn’t a big fan of small towns where people knew each other and nothing much was going on the streets, but after being away for two years, on the run from one big town to another, he realized how important the small town of Willow Creek was for him. As he was watching his friends play stupid video games, tease each other and make stupid jokes, a wide smile appeared on his face. He was finally home! “What are you smiling at, moron?” Jake asked him, before throwing a pillow in his face. “Wake up and move your ass down here and let’s show these suckers how to loose!” Yup, Mark was clearly home! He took some pop corn and threw it at Jake, laughing. “Let’s get the party started!” Mark said before jumping off the sofa.
