A Collection of Short Stories

The Blistering Mist

Dark clouds rolled through the sky, threatened to cry on the Earth. Lightning struck, a white dagger in the dark sky. Thunder unleashed their battle cry that trembled the world.

Amanda ran through the trees, her feet splashing on the puddles of muddy water. The wolves are now so close, she could hear them howling her name, pleading her to stop. But she can't stop now. She must reach the bottom of the mountain before sunset, which is now 3 minutes away.

She knew she can't make it. The gate will be closed before she can even reach it. She pushed her legs to run as fast as the wind, but she knew sooner or lat her energy will deplete, and the wolves will devour her.

Why is she thinking these negative thoughts? She shook all of them and placed it in the back of her mind. Trees passed her line of vision, leaves crunched under her feet, sweat beaded on her whole body. She tripped on a rock, falling on the ground with a loud thud, grimacing the pain on her ankle. She stood quickly, although her body protested on it, and continue running. The howls are near, louder and clearer, echoed through the silence of the forest, sending a shiver up her spine. She checked her watch: 2 minutes left, and she is nowhere near the gate. She is so in trouble if she got stuck here. She continue to sprint, her legs pumping with adrenaline, her ankle barking in pain.

Seconds passed and she saw no sign of the gate. Her eyes scanned everywhere, but still no sign of it. It was already passed sunset, and she could hear the scraping of the gates. Her mum anguish screams echoed through the city. She sat on a log, puffing and gulping lungful of air. Cold wisps of air escaped her mouth. She stared at the scenery far away, the mist covering the mountains far away like a white blanket. She couldn't go back now, it was too late. 

Suddenly, the wolves appeared in her line of vision. They surrounded her, with no way out. She cursed herself, she was too busy resting and daydreaming that she forgot that the wolves were still on the chase for her. The wolves closed in, snarling and snapping teeth at her. She squirmed on her log, terrified. There was no way out, and she knew that if she wanted to escape, it will be very messy and painful. She closed her eyes, waiting for her death to come and take her away, muttering a prayer while clutching her golden cross necklace. 

A voice came out of nowhere drawled, " Is this how you choose your feast, Damon? Such a shame. "

The wolf named Damon, snarled at the incoming intruder, along with the others who snarled after him. Amanda opened her eyes and saw a figure approaching them, spinning a stick on his finger. He was tall, slim and had a muscular-built body. His ever-green eyes that resembles the leaves on the trees bore into her eyes, as his eyes scanned the wolves. 

The wolf near her leg spoke in a baritone voice, " Go away, Edward. This is our feast, our catch. You don't fight with us for this food, vampire. "

Amanda gaped at the intruder and the wolf. So the intruder is a vampire, came to suck her blood? And the wolf, he is a werewolf, so she was his feast, his meal? She has no choice but to go with them. Then worry about escaping later. 

Edward smiled a lazy grin, and chuckled darkly, " Oh? Can't believe you had to kill an innocent to keep yourself immortal. "

Damon snarled, " Say the one that killed his own sister by drinking her blood "

Edward looked at the wolf with rage equivalent to world-ending rage, " Don't bring this topic up. I've warn you "

Damon cackled (can boys cackle?), " I'll always bring this up. " And then he launched himself at Edward. 

Amanda watched in horror as the two of them went down, snarling and spit flying everywhere. The other wolves went and help their leader, leaving only one wolf to stand there and monitor her movements. She took this as a chance to escape this carnage by kicking the wolf to a tree. The wolf was up in a second, but Amanda ran away, into the mist. 

Amanda ran through the mist, but she felt something was wrong. She felt blistering heat on her skin, so hot that she needs to soak in cold water immediately. She looked at her hands and saw lumpy objects on her skin, like mosquito bites but more oily. She gasped at her hands and touched her face. Her face was also had it. Every part of her body hurt so much, she couldn't run anymore. 

So she sat down on a log, enjoyed the searing pain on her skin, and waited for death, as the thunder rumbled its last battle cry and the dark clouds scattered in all directions. 

And no one, ever saw Amanda again.