Morgan screamed, her voice echoing clear in the emptiness around her. “Stop running!” her own voice came echoing back to her.
the faint scent of death hung thick in the air, a graveyard nearby, she thought to herself. Following her senses, she finds herself in a clearing, and in the distance the silhouette of the crumbling mausoleums against a purple midnight sky make her breath choke off in her throat.
As she approaches the earth under her feet seems softer, her eyes begin to adjust, she is no more than two paces from tumbling headfirst into an empty grave.
He is very close. A flash, and her delicate form crumples to the ground, his screams deafening, ringing in her head, his heart broken plea. Thoughts of a family, his family, now lost to him, he is in a panic, curled behind a headstone he mourns now his own life, and all that has been taken. Her gentle voice finds him, but not aloud, only in his mind, has he gone mad? his thoughts ring in his mind echoing back into morgan's It comes again, stronger, clearer, “I can help you, let me help you.” he emerges from his hiding place, and she shudders at the sight.
Faint memories wash over her, she knows this man. Remembering his gentle smile,his infinite patience, she begins to speak. “Mr. Tucker, I know this seems confusing, I need you to think back, do you know what happened to you?” His brow furrows, red tears still streaking his white cheeks.
‘Do I know you?” He stutters as he looks her up and down.
she smiles warmly,
“It was a long time ago that you gave compassion to an awkward freshman girl.” He tries to go back, his memories come to him only in flashes, still frame shots in moments of his life, but nothing clear, nothing to focus on. “I...I can’t, I’m sorry, I just can’t focus.” “It is okay.” she warmly replied
“Everything will come back to you in its own time.”
They stood in silence for a moment, she pondered how to make him understand, how on earth does she tell this man, someone who had been so kind to her that he was now a creature of the night? A monster in the eyes of everyone he one knew. Almost everyone..there must be a few of his friends that were also abnormal. creatures of the night, are more command then people really think, all myths have some bite of truth deep with in it, And what people call myth more times then not our just misunderstood, Take Vampires Or Night walkers for example, at first they are thirst, they could loose control and hurt somebody but after the first week, they are right back to how they were before the change, and born night walkers very rarely ever lose control,But the man standing in front of her was less then a day old, at this point they are very unsteady,
“I need you to listen to me, and believe what i tell you is true, but first, you must come with me now, there is much that needs to be said.” The Trip was slow on foot but Morgan could not trust Mr. Tucker in a taxi just yet.they made there was out of the gravy yard and down the old dirty road, The Hamlet was less then a mile ahead of them, It would be fine if the small town of mabank wasn’t between them and the opening of the hamlet.
“ What is happening to me,” his soft voice mutters from behind morgan.Looking over her shoulder at him she let out a small sigh, “ I’m sorry Mr. tucker But well short and simple, Life happen “ She said as she slowly down to walk next to him.
“ my.. my senses they seem sharper.. The smalls sound rings like a roar in my ears, Your heart your blood... blood... “ Mr. Tucker says as morgan looks up at him there eyes lock, he is lost with such a lust in his eyes, But not a lust for a lovers touch, No he was lost to blood lust, More powerful then any blood to a night walker, blood lust could turn the tamest person in to a wild monster “ Your Blood “ He moans again, morgan closers her eyes as she whispers deep into his subconscious, ”calm, She is Friend not food” Opening her eyes she looks at him as the lust fades from his eyes and her words echo back at her from his lips.
