Blood Moon

Chapter 1:Georgina

The village of Little Runnington is a quiet small charming village, in the middle between the towns of Harrington and Pakersville. In Little Runnington sits a large Manor House around farmland and amongst beautiful countryside, surrounded by fields which go on forever. There is a long sweeping driveway which is lined by trees and strutting peacocks leading to the Manor House. The house itself has the grandest entrance hall, two large reception rooms, a billiards and games room and long hall leading to the library, a fine drawing room, and two vast lounges, both overlooking acres upon acres of land and well-kept grounds. The Manor house had no less than twelve bedrooms and fourteen bathrooms all decorated with collections of various art.

The House was inherited by Lady Georgina & Lady Catherine after their Father passed away. He lived into old age but tragically their Mother died during childbirth delivering twin girls, Lady Catherine survived, Georgina was the eldest.

Both women were fiercely independent intelligent women. Both of the young women were attractive and well-educated, a sure catch for any dashing aristocratic young man in the nearby Towns, but they refused to spend their time dating charming witless men. Their Father had taught them to respect those beneath themselves, the ones less well off, and to help whoever and whenever they could. They chose to avoid high society and the aristocracy that wealth often attracts and led a very private almost secretive life. Those who worked for the sisters were always loyal and never gossiped about the sisters, they were well-liked. The sisters paid well and looked after their employees and their families. There were a few occasions when the sisters were seen by the villagers, but they rarely left the huge estate. On the odd occasions, they could be seen at the Church, helping with the confessional boxes. There was however a date none of the villages missed. Lady Georgina and Lady Catherine hosted an annual festival of the Bood Moon. The sisters would have a circus for all of the villagers to attend and then later dance and feast.

Since the two sisters were young girls they always had a love for the circus, a passion that was passed onto them by their Father. For decades the same family circus had been coming to Little Runnington to perform on the property of Manor Farmhouse. After watching the shows the sisters would spend a lot of time with all of the acts, especially the strongmen. The sisters became fascinated by the idea of having strong muscles and performing feats of strength. They developed a training regime and gathered equipment they could lift. They had progressed a long way since they first began lifting books and water-filled pots to progressing to logs and horse carriages. The sisters would often pester the local farrier for more horseshoes to bend. Their strength was very impressive and their physiques could be compared to that of a Greek statue, muscular and powerful.

Darkness started to fall and the night became quiet with a damp, cold feel to it. Bright Moonlight illuminated the twisted autumn trees, and it was the night of a blood moon.

A black carriage trundled along the carriageway onboard was a man by the name of George Hamilton, he was a plump wealthy man. George Hamilton beat children who worked for him. Some were so bad they couldn't work anymore and were sent back to the towns to beg. Hamilton's wealth kept him away from justice. The carriage was being pulled by two horses on the short ride from Harrington to Parkersville with two footmen riding on the front of the carriage just behind the horses. The footmen worked for Hamilton and would turn a blind eye when asked to dump the injured children in the towns. The journey was going well, with a good time being made, when George instructed the lead footman to stop the carriage as he needed to relieve himself from some of the wine he had drunk earlier.

He got out of the carriage and stumbled a few trees deep into the woods. Leaning against the tree as he unzipped his trousers he looked back at the carriage and thought he saw a woman standing at the back, It must be the wine he thought. He tucked himself back in and made his way back to the carriage, clambering in. The footman shut the carriage door.