DRAVEN HAWKE PART II
BLOOD STONE
STEPHENIE WEBER
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
~William Ernest Henley~
CHAPTER ONE
Autumn
"My name is Emily." The voice broke into Autumn's awareness. "I'm here for my father..."
"No," Autumn put her body over Draven's lifeless form. "Get away from him," she screamed. She had so much adrenaline pumping through her body, she could not stop shaking.
"You have to move. I need to take him, now." Emily picked Autumn up at her elbows and moved her aside with little effort. Scooping Draven, she turned and ran out the bathroom door."
Autumn got up to run after her, but she slipped on the blood, landing back on the floor. "No!" she was crying. "No, please, no, no-please! Bring him back. He loves me. Nobody else loves me. He loves me. Please bring him back?" Her sobs were echoing through the old building as she sped down the stairs, trying to find the woman who had called herself Emily.
People gawked as she rammed her way through the crowded sidewalk. She did not care that she was covered in the blood of the only person who had ever loved her-the only person she had ever loved. She did not care that she looked half mad, chasing a woman she did not know. She only wanted him back.
As she rounded the corner, she saw the woman, Emily, putting Draven in the back of a black car with tinted black windows. "Please!" she screamed. "Pleeeaaassseee!" Emily did not stop, though. She got in the car, faster than should have been possible, and the driver sped away.
Oh, God. He can't be gone. He's not gone. Autumn pushed herself harder. She followed until the car was out of sight, and still tried to go further. Her legs collapsed, though, and she fell to her knees. "No, please, God, no, please, Draven, don't leave me? Please don't leave me?" She was rocking back and forth, hugging her own body.
"Ma'am." She heard a woman's gentle voice. Gentle yet unnerving. The wind was blowing, slamming against her body, shooting waves of ice down her spine. Or was it the woman? "Ma'am, are you alright?" The woman asked again.
"No, please." She continued shaking. "He's gone," she whispered. "He's gone."
"Who's gone?"
"Draven," she breathed.
"Where did he go?" The woman sounded too interested.
"I don't know."
"Show me where you live. I will walk you home."
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Draven Hawke
Paranormal***First place winner for Paranormal category in the Tick Tock awards.*** Changed by an alchemist in the 1800s, Johem Hawke is now immortal. If he had not been in a blind rage at the time of his transformation, this may be a good thing. Unfortunatel...
