Mouthful Of Blood

Chapter 12

They arrived at the ports of England, unlike the day they left it was night and the sky was covered in a thick layer of stars, no clouds, no moon, just stars beautifully glittering, thousands of them. The air was freezing cold as autumn had fully arrived now, the leaves painted in oranges and reds and the street lamps burnt a path into the town near by. They left the boat in the coffins and only half the ships men made it to England, the rest disappearing never to be seen again. The crew was shaken and rushed down to the room where Corbin and Cole lay silently inside their death box awaiting to be dropped off at the cemetery near by. Corbin felt the weightlessness as his body lifted into the air, his hands drawn up into his chest as he lay as still as possible listening to startled chat of the two men carrying him out of the room and towards the deck.

"This is so fucked dean, so fucked" one voice said shakily and in panic.

"I know, I know! I still can't wrap my head around how all those men just vanished!" Dean said, his breath heavy.

"The fact two of our passengers just disappeared too! Something isn't right, the captain said he found a pool of blood by the door to the cabins!"

"What! Oh my god! Mark woke up to growling, he said it was like an animal was out side his room, dude vanished the day after that!" Dean said nearly dropping the end of the coffin.

"Don't tell me anymore or I won't be getting back on that ship, I don't care what the captain says!"

"Amen to that!"

Corbin lay trying to push away a lingering guilt in the back of his mind, he reminded himself of why he took the men, why he needed to take them, relaxing his body into the lining around his shoulders and head, the coffins jolted from side to side as they were brought to a cemetery only a mile away from the Portside, it housed a mortary just beside the church, it looked like a small garage from the outside. he felt himself get lowered down until the movement froze.

"Just these two?" A cold voice sounded from above him.

"Yes, just these."

Silence lingered for a few moments before the sound of a door closing absorbed it, a lock turning and then silence again. Corbin waited patiently for a moment longer before sliding off the lid and shooting up, the room was consumed in darkness but this didn't bother him as his eyes adjusted, causing the room to brighten as if he had just turned on a light. The space around him was on the smaller side, a red carpet sat beneath and two oak chairs sat beside the coffins facing the door and flowers stood adjacent from the top by his head. Stepping out of the coffin he knocked twice on top of where Cole laid, his lid slid off and he sat up with a huge grin, Corbin extended his hand and took Cole's into his pulling him to his feet.

"Do you know where your sister is living?" Cole said leaning into Corbin's face.

"Yeah, she's been living at this house for years, come on let's go" Corbin planted a kiss on his lips and pulled him to the door. I can't imagine how she's coping with my dad's death. I hope she's ok.

Cole jammed his bone like nail into the keyhole of the door and viciously wriggled it around, his tongue stuck out from the corner of his mouth as his body stooped low trying to find the right angle.

"I don't think that's gonna work" Corbin said chuckling slightly.

"Give me a sec."

Corbin watched as he painfully tried to unlock the door, shaking his head he tugged him back and kicked the door, it slammed open bouncing off the wall and slowly came to a stop. Corbin gestured to Cole to exit smirking.

"Thanks but if you waited a little longer I could have had it." Cole walked passed.

"Yeah ok, if I waited any longer it would be daylight."