The 13th: Book 1

Chapter 1: Creatures of the night

Rated R for violence and mature themes, be warned!

A woman's voice: "There once were creatures who lived among us humans, but they would come out mostly from dusk till dawn. They were referred to as creatures of darkness so to speak." The ticking sound of an old clock would echo in the room as she continued the old tale. "They took the form of us humans and spoke like us. They would seem innocent, but I'm warning you to not be fooled by their appearance, little one..." She crossed her legs as she was sitting on a chair next to the young child on the bed, listening to the story. The child attentively listened as he slowly tried to hide himself under his blanket. For deep inside, they were cold-blooded monsters who saw us nothing but cattle. So if they find you, run as fast as you can, don't look back, for if they catch you... they will surely... Eat you... " She bent over and tickled the child who completely hid himself under the blanket. She then proceeded to pet the child's head to assure him. "It's just an old tale, sweet child, they don't exist. And if they do, well your mother's here to protect you." She then kissed the child's forehead and looked at the old clock. " It's pretty late now my child. Go to sleep my sweet child. Go to sleep..." She then switched off the lamp by its handle, stood up, moved towards the door and then slowly closed the door right behind her.

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The night slowly became darker as each light started to be switched off in each household like a star disappearing in the night sky. The sea was calm and the waves were barely making a sound. The stars couldn't be seen for the clouds have covered them all, not even the crescent moon was spared. It was a night of complete darkness and silence. The streets were mostly empty, aside from the beggars and the homeless sleeping outside on the street, cold under the night sky. Tired from their week of work, most of the town of people had taken their respective break in the comfort of their house, in their beds and were sound asleep. The woods were silent as well. Not a sound could be heard even from the night creatures which were most active at night such as the owl, or the crickets. Then the seconds' hand of the big old clock on top of the old big church in the middle of the town struck midnight, announcing the arrival of a new day. The bell was then rung slowly, with a short pause at each struck of the bell, twelve times.

Around the same time back in Christina's basement, there Lana was standing, in her white nightgown, her hair wrapped around into a ponytail in front of the corpse laying down inside the black coffin. The corpse looked around sixteen in human age. It was ghostly pale, its eyes shut close, the skin under its eyelids were purplish dark and its skin was as cold as ice. Its hands were both above its stomach, one above the other. The corpse was barefooted, he was but wearing old black trousers, and a white t-shirt, stained by its dried darkened blood, from where it was stabbed. It had unkempt dark hair, as dark as charcoal. And to her surprise, the corpse didn't smell rotten at all. She wondered for how long this young boy in front of her has been in this coffin and what kind of fate could have led him to be here. Suddenly, she remembered the news about the death of her own parents, she held her chest tightly as if it was hurting, then tears started to fall beneath her eyes, she didn't know the exact details to her parents' passing away, and her mind wondered if they were pain or if they died peacefully. She looked back towards the short sword stuck on the boy's chest. She thought that maybe, she shouldn't leave him in such a poor state even if he's already dead, so she then held it with both her hands by its handle and took it out of his chest. She looked at the short sword she had within her hands and noticed the peculiar graving on its handle, and that it didn't look old at all. There was no blood that went along with the sword when she pulled it out of him as well. She then placed it down on the table and looked back at the corpse. A bit of Lana's curiosity got ahead of her and she touched the wound with her left hand, the one left by the sword which she previously removed and carefully placed on the right side of the table just next to the coffin. As to her surprise, the wound rapidly closed up from both ends, it's complexion became brighter and the corpse then started breathing. His hands started to twitch and he grabbed hold of Lana's left arm with his right hand. He opened his crimson eyes and the pupils were as red as blood, and where it was supposed to be white, had a deep dark coloration. Lana was startled and tried to move backward as a response, but the man's grip was strongly holding on to her. The corpse then quickly jumped off the coffin on towards Lana as he grabbed hold of the silver short sword which was left on the table. He pushed her towards the ground, pinning her down with him above her waist, his legs at both sides of it. Then he pointed the tip of the sword towards her neck, barely touching her. Lana was feeling mixed emotions at that time: fear, confusion, surprise. She didn't know what to do, neither did she have any idea why the man suddenly attacked her, she froze up. Fearing for her life, tears started pouring down from her eyes. With an intimidating and loud voice, the corpse spoke.