The Esmeraldas- Return Of Angerlus Mortis

Chapter 2

Abigail overlooked her reflection in the café window and watched a family sitting down, sharing their cake like the perfect family should. Deep in thought she could see what it would be like to feel that laughter; to feel the light inside of her brighten when her parents smudge cake into her face, while she giggled profusely, trying to get her dad back. These are the days she wished she had her parents back in her life. She didn't even know where they were, whether they were dead- which she figured they were- or whether they were somewhere in another country, living a new life without their daughter.

The reflection disappeared when the rain pelted down on her shoulder. River Street wasn't busy like usual, considering the rain had splashed away all of the tourist people and the locals. She stood, umbrella above her head, outside Olympia Cafe on River Street. Abigail lived in Savannah Georgia, best known for its famous historical sites I suppose.

The rain sucked her feet into it's claws against the sidewalk, just as she stepped out of it, she saw the reflection of a boy around her age behind her, staring at her. The black coat he wore was hovering down to his toes, while his hood covered most of his face. As soon as his eyes captured hers, he turned swiftly and walked away into the crowd of people rushing to get home. What was that all about?

This wasn't the first time she had felt like someone was watching her, especially the other week when she had seen a shadow in her room. Something was following her. She didn't know why or how, but it didn't feel right.

It had been a week since the shadow had caught her eye the day Sir Richardson had visited her home on W Jones Street, a ten minute walk from Olympia Cafe. It seemed as though the days were running by since then. Her first official day at the library book club was superb. Everyone was on the edge of their seats the moment Abigail told her tales about the demons and magical beings that she fought, only in her dreams. It wasn't long before she had people throwing themselves at her feet for more tales.

Since then, Abigail had thought long and hard about more dreams she had dreamt, but the more she thought, the more they disappeared and she couldn't think of anything at all. It was like there were hackers inside of her mind and the more she tried to figure out her dreams, the quicker they evaporated.

"There you are, why aren't you answering your phone? I've been calling you, figured you'd be here since you weren't at your house!" Abigail's best friend Sara Davies, was the loud mouth of her life. Since she first moved here, they were stuck together like lego. It was rare to see them apart, except lately Abigail had been distant from Sara, which she noticed.

How could she have been so stupid? Sara knew something was going on, but she didn't know how to come forward about the issue. What was she supposed to do? Attach a tracking device on Abigail's phone so she could follow her around town, watching her every movement to see why she was so distant?

She didn't have many friends, so it wasn't as though Abigail was ditching her for some other people. Her life was pretty simple: film marathons and café meetings on Saturdays, studying on Sundays, then school for the rest of the week. How much simpler could it get?

"Sorry, I needed to get out of the house. Alissa and Steven have been making kissy faces to each other all morning, which means they are probably going to-"

"Abigail! TMI! Too much information!" Interrupted Sara, a slight blush creeping upon her face. It was the time of the month where her new parents would try for a baby of their own, considering Abigail was adopted. Well, it wasn't their choice exactly. Abigail just came into the picture one day when they found Abigail in a blanket, stood outside of their house.

It was exactly ten years ago now, four days before she turned seven. Abigail was dressed in a black dress, with a towel hanging around her shoulders. The rain pelting down as she knocked on the door of a strangers house. The lights came on, blinding the little girl as she stood confused and drained from whatever she had come from. She had no memory of who she was or where she had came from. Only that she was six years old and her parents weren't around anymore. Of course, they named her Abigail, since she had no recognition of her name. It was name the two older people had plucked up when they first started trying for a baby.