The Depths of Hell

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Many thanks to the people that inspired me to write my works.

They know who they are and they will always have a place at my side in life's battles.

When you friends as good as the ones I have been lucky enough to know, nothing can stand in your way.

Chapter 1

As the winds howled through the long winding corridors of the abandoned hospital and the crash of thunder echoed around the building two people were exploring the once famous building. Built in 1854 and standing three storeys high this building was once known for being the very epicentre of mental cures. There is, as with every ancient building on the lump of rock that 6 million people call home, an eerie presence and this hospital was no exception. Over the two hundred years it has been in service and over a thousand souls had lost their lives to the tortures that lay hidden within. Our two explorers were there for one of those patients memoirs: none other than the infamous Lamia Rayfield.

For those of you who do not understand who this infamous person was allow me to inform you.

Lamia Rayfield was born into wealth from a young age but always wanted to see the outside world for herself. Once whilst wandering in her parents gardens she found an old well shaft. Her curiosity aroused she tried to remove the cover and failed. Tired and worn out she sat down upon the cover to rest before heading indoors. Suddenly though the old wooden cover gave way underneath her and she fell into the darkness below.

When she awoke the moon was shining with its luminous glow through the entrance to the well. "Something about this definitely isn't right" she thought to herself "I feel... different somehow". As she turned to climb back up the well-shaft a fluttering and scraping was heard behind her. Turning sharply she saw nothing but the looming shadows. Gaining control of herself once again she began the climb back towards salvation.

All night long she struggled with the climb every so often hearing that scraping sound that chilled her every bone and sent flashes of pain down her back. When she emerged her whole family where gathered around the entrance each and every one of them dressed in black, but this seemed much darker than the usual dark colours worn by the Rayfeild's as if the clothing had been embroidered with tears rather than lapis lazuli. As she climbed out not one of them noticed her, as all of them were fixated onto a misshapen, broken object lying in the grass at her feet.

Nervously glancing down she almost died of shock right there. For in the grass that was dying faster than she was, was the body of Lamia Rayfield with two small pinpricks over the jugular vein. Confused she looked around her but glancing down at her arms she received an even greater surprise. Her once white and elegant arms where now a smoky grey with short but sharp nails protruding from her fingers.

With her fear rising ever more higher she glanced behind to see that her worst fears had come true. For the scraping and fluttering she had heard during the night was not the figure of her imagination or an animal. It was her! Sprouting from her shoulders were two wings each one as iridescent as butterfly wings but strengthened beyond belief and where they folded there were three spiked bones protruding, each one long enough to have speared a fish clean through. Yes, dear readers, she had become a Vampire. Her broken body was laying in the grass and her true meaning was now clear; Lamia, a name meaning Vampire from the folklore tales of old. Upon realising this Lamia let out a terrified scream, one that ripped to the very core of your heart and played upon your worst nightmares. As the sound echoed around the estate all the parents could hear was screech of the crows waiting for their turn to have a meal of the stone cold corpse.