VEILed: Destiny Bound By Blood.

Chapter 1 The Dreamer

Four hands, four knives.....

What happened here?
Who are the four?

The night is howling reflecting the cries of the creatures. The blood is churning. But is this human blood?

Four youngsters are standing before the fire. The fire which will mark the end to their misery and of that of their descendants.

Will its flames forever dance in this serenity or will the cry of the child threaten the existence of the supernatural?

Can we say we have avenged our ancestors?

We can't.

They will return......

And when they do, it is upon our descendants to fight for this secret which binds us all.

I woke up with a start, a thin sheet of cold sweat covering my forehead. This is the eleventh time I am having the same dream. Yes. I have been counting.

Why do I have a feeling there's more to it?

My seventeenth birthday. The day all these weird dreams have been conjuring me. The same dream on the first day of every month. Am I going insane? Probably.

No! This is stupid.

I shift to my right and my gaze falls upon my sister, Prim's, sleeping form in the bed next to mine. At least Prim doesn't have to worry about these dreams. Having no parents itself is a big punishment for her. I don't want to add to her misery. She looks old for her own age. Too mature. Facing hardship from such a young age has made her precocious.

I get up quietly careful not to wake her. Tiptoe-ing towards the Bathroom I almost trip on the side of the carpet. Entering the bathroom, I open the tap and splash water onto my face. The cold water does a good job of bringing me back to reality but I can't help wondering..

Four hands, four knives.

Stupid. Stupid.

Maybe I'm  just over thinking. Maybe it's just a dream. But recurring dreams?

I need to consult someone. Whatever this is it has to stop. This is driving me crazy.

I come out of the bathroom. Throw myself in some clothes and wake Prim.

"Almonster's calling us down for breakfast. Better hurry. We don't want to make her angry right?" I said.

She just nodded. Sometimes I think she too is having those dreams. She's acting weird lately. I confronted her about this matter but she denied it. We together go down to see Aunt Alberta aka Almonster glaring at us. Oh boy! This is bad.

"20 minutes!! What kind of human being needs 20 minutes to get ready in the morning??!"she bellowed.

"Maybe a normal one?" I muttered.

"I heard that. You are cleaning up the house after you return from work. If I see even a speck of dirt I am going to kick you out along with that little sister of yours!!"she shouted.

As if it's not a usual routine.

Yeah I was careful not to say or mutter it because she sure has the ears of a rabbit.Aunt Alberta and Uncle Sam were the ones to take us in after that one fateful day. Needless to say, they despised children of any kind, infant or teenager and that is the reason they never had one. Almonster is my mother's sister and sometimes it is surprising how a kind hearted person can have a sadist witchy sister. I swear I saw her sharpening and polishing her knives the other day.

After breakfast, I dropped Prim to her school and headed towards my work. I work in a library named Kelvin's library. The owner Kelvin is old, bald and plump exuberance oozing out from every pore of his body. He is kind and regards me as a daughter. At one point he even agreed to adopt me and Prim but Aunt Alberta and Uncle Sam denied. I think because they needed the money which is going to be inherited by me when I turn Eighteen.

As I entered the library, Kelvin greeted me with a smile. I did the same and took my post in the front counter.

Saturdays are the busiest and today was no exception. People filed in, some issuing books, some returning, some asking for directions, some reading from shelves and others completing their work.

At 6 'o' clock, I plunged into the chair exhausted. Kelvin kept a mug of coffee in front of me and I thanked him.As I sipped my coffee I began thinking. I can't help it but everytime I am free, my mind drifts to that day.

It's been 4 years......

Four years since the death of my parents. I still can't believe that I am an orphan. Seems like just yesterday my mother made my favourite chocolate chip cookies for me. It seems as if only yesterday our family went to Disneyland.

It's difficult to believe how quickly life changes. At one moment you are sitting in the car with your family shouting at the top of your voice along with your little sister because finally, you can meet Mickey Mouse. And in the next you are dressed in black, standing next to a dug up ground and wondering, why did it have to be you?

That day still haunts me today.

Our parents went to see our grandparents as Grandpa was sick.

Prim and I were left behind as we had a very important test at school.

While I was writing my test the principal called for me in his office. I was confused. I didn't remember doing anything wrong.

When I entered his office, I saw Prim crying and the principal sitting with a grim expression on his face as if thinking about the right way to disclose the news to me.

"Sienna, your parents..your parents met with an accident and.... and they...they couldn't make it."

The ground shifted beneath me. My breath betrayed me and I choked on soot. I couldn't feel myself nearing the floor. I couldn't feel the hands supporting my limp form. I welcomed the darkness with open hands. But then I feel guilt. Because when I was supposed to be strong for Prim, I broke down. Prim didn't. She never did.

I felt a pain. A pain which continues to reside in my heart even today. A pain which has left me emotionless. I don't allow anyone to see the pain. Except maybe Prim. We share our pain because we know that finding solace in each other is the only way our parents would have wanted it. But for others, I try to hide it under acts of sarcasm and rudeness and it works well.

After finishing the coffee I headed home. Rain began falling and I had no umbrella.

Great. Now even God is laughing at me.

After reaching home I cleaned up the house and tucked Prim into bed.Then I hopped onto my bed with a book in my hand. At 11 'o' clock I felt my eyes drooping and went to sleep grateful that this month's dream is done. But then...

Four hands, four knives

Great.