CHAPTER EIGHT:
OCTOBER 29, 1995:
I wake up around 7:20, horrified at how long I have slept. I have not thought about that night in ages, an am absolutely horrified سے طرف کی what would happen next, but that story will be for another time. I know. Right now I have مزید pressing matters to attend to. I need to find out the reason behind the flashes I had the night I arrived. It has never happened before, and I wonder who it is that I saw lying dead on the ground during the last flash. I change once more, and remember I do not have my car. I phone Harold and he agrees to pick me up. As I wait for him, I can’t help but wonder what پائیک, پائک is up to at the moment, what that psychopath has in store since I’ve killed his newborn lackeys. Harold arrives around ten منٹ later. The first thing I note is how tired he looks. He shrugs it off when I press him, telling me he was up all night working on the اگلے chapter. What shocks me is when he reveals he is about to kill off a character. When I press for مزید information, he simply جوابات he’ll let me read it when it’s done. He doesn’t say another word until we get to the school parking lot. Once we do, he quickly climbs out of the car, and gives a quick cough before replying “See آپ later.” I ask him if he’ll take me back to the ساحل سمندر, بیچ from last night, and he quickly assures me he will. I begin to sense something different in him. His illness, which for the love of me I still cannot pinpoint, has worsened. I realize I’m not only running out of time to stop whatever Pike’s plans are, I’m running out of time to help Harold too. I walk into the school, and see Vincent at his locker. “Hey.” I call to him. He turns and smiles, apparently he is happy to see me. “Hey! Uh… Ashley right?” he asks. I nod. “That’s right, and your Vincent right?” I reply. Vincent nods. “I didn’t get to talk much to آپ yesterday.” He responds. He looks around. “Look. I got class. Can we continue this discussion at lunch?” he asks. I nod. “Sure thing.” He nods appreciatively, and takes some کتابیں out of his locker before rushing off. I run into Danny on my way to English, and he promises to see me at lunch also. After another long period of high-school English class, which I note, I did not see Vincent in the entire class. I shrug, wondering why he seemed in such a hurry to get to class when I talked to him. I head for gym, hoping to at least see Harold, and am disappointed when I do not see him there. I ask the teacher where he is, and he looks saddened. “He gave a doctor’s note saying his kidneys are getting worse. He went to Study Hall.” He replies. Now I know what is wrong with Harold. He has kidney cancer, the reason I did not detect this is because it is not currently treatable, and is still a relatively new condition. I wade through the classes until lunch, where I see Danny and Vincent at a table. I don’t see Harold, and briefly wonder where he is, until I remember Danny’s تبصرہ that he eats in the computer lab. I sigh, helping him cannot come soon enough, but I still can’t do it yet. If I do, پائیک, پائک will likely discover my connection with him, which would endanger مزید lives than one. I walk over and sit اگلے to Danny and Vincent, who both greet me. “Harold wasn’t in gym today.” I mutter. Danny sighs, but Vincent looks confused. “Who’s Harold?” he asks. “A friend of mine and Ashley’s too apparently.” Danny replies, before turning to me. “He’s sick. It’s gotten worse.” He replies. Vincent shakes his head. “That sounds awful.” He says sadly. Vincent then decides to change the subject. “Did آپ guys see the news this morning? Mike and Jason were found dead in the woods.” Danny turns, horrified. “Mike and Jason? What happened?” he asks. Vincent sighs. “I met them yesterday. They seemed nice enough…” Danny looked at him “Vincent, what happened?” he asked a سیکنڈ time. “The police کہا they had their necks snapped.” He کہا sadly. “They’re saying whoever it is could be “The Vampire” killer. Danny looks at him astounded, while I keep quiet. The rest of the school دن passes with everyone talking about the teens I had killed the night before. I meet Harold at his car, clearly things have gotten worse. I get in, and he agrees to take me to my car. I listen to him cough the whole way there, and realize I must make an important decision soon. After he drops me off, I get into my car. I have no idea what awaits me back at my apartment…
EARLIER:
PIKE’S POV:
I pace around. The school دن was about to end. Then I hear the phone ring, and I pick up. “You saw her there today too? Good. Proceed with phase two. I’ll get into position.” I hang up, and smile. Blood will spill before the night is over, and all of it will be because of Ashley Garland.
OCTOBER 29, 1995:
I wake up around 7:20, horrified at how long I have slept. I have not thought about that night in ages, an am absolutely horrified سے طرف کی what would happen next, but that story will be for another time. I know. Right now I have مزید pressing matters to attend to. I need to find out the reason behind the flashes I had the night I arrived. It has never happened before, and I wonder who it is that I saw lying dead on the ground during the last flash. I change once more, and remember I do not have my car. I phone Harold and he agrees to pick me up. As I wait for him, I can’t help but wonder what پائیک, پائک is up to at the moment, what that psychopath has in store since I’ve killed his newborn lackeys. Harold arrives around ten منٹ later. The first thing I note is how tired he looks. He shrugs it off when I press him, telling me he was up all night working on the اگلے chapter. What shocks me is when he reveals he is about to kill off a character. When I press for مزید information, he simply جوابات he’ll let me read it when it’s done. He doesn’t say another word until we get to the school parking lot. Once we do, he quickly climbs out of the car, and gives a quick cough before replying “See آپ later.” I ask him if he’ll take me back to the ساحل سمندر, بیچ from last night, and he quickly assures me he will. I begin to sense something different in him. His illness, which for the love of me I still cannot pinpoint, has worsened. I realize I’m not only running out of time to stop whatever Pike’s plans are, I’m running out of time to help Harold too. I walk into the school, and see Vincent at his locker. “Hey.” I call to him. He turns and smiles, apparently he is happy to see me. “Hey! Uh… Ashley right?” he asks. I nod. “That’s right, and your Vincent right?” I reply. Vincent nods. “I didn’t get to talk much to آپ yesterday.” He responds. He looks around. “Look. I got class. Can we continue this discussion at lunch?” he asks. I nod. “Sure thing.” He nods appreciatively, and takes some کتابیں out of his locker before rushing off. I run into Danny on my way to English, and he promises to see me at lunch also. After another long period of high-school English class, which I note, I did not see Vincent in the entire class. I shrug, wondering why he seemed in such a hurry to get to class when I talked to him. I head for gym, hoping to at least see Harold, and am disappointed when I do not see him there. I ask the teacher where he is, and he looks saddened. “He gave a doctor’s note saying his kidneys are getting worse. He went to Study Hall.” He replies. Now I know what is wrong with Harold. He has kidney cancer, the reason I did not detect this is because it is not currently treatable, and is still a relatively new condition. I wade through the classes until lunch, where I see Danny and Vincent at a table. I don’t see Harold, and briefly wonder where he is, until I remember Danny’s تبصرہ that he eats in the computer lab. I sigh, helping him cannot come soon enough, but I still can’t do it yet. If I do, پائیک, پائک will likely discover my connection with him, which would endanger مزید lives than one. I walk over and sit اگلے to Danny and Vincent, who both greet me. “Harold wasn’t in gym today.” I mutter. Danny sighs, but Vincent looks confused. “Who’s Harold?” he asks. “A friend of mine and Ashley’s too apparently.” Danny replies, before turning to me. “He’s sick. It’s gotten worse.” He replies. Vincent shakes his head. “That sounds awful.” He says sadly. Vincent then decides to change the subject. “Did آپ guys see the news this morning? Mike and Jason were found dead in the woods.” Danny turns, horrified. “Mike and Jason? What happened?” he asks. Vincent sighs. “I met them yesterday. They seemed nice enough…” Danny looked at him “Vincent, what happened?” he asked a سیکنڈ time. “The police کہا they had their necks snapped.” He کہا sadly. “They’re saying whoever it is could be “The Vampire” killer. Danny looks at him astounded, while I keep quiet. The rest of the school دن passes with everyone talking about the teens I had killed the night before. I meet Harold at his car, clearly things have gotten worse. I get in, and he agrees to take me to my car. I listen to him cough the whole way there, and realize I must make an important decision soon. After he drops me off, I get into my car. I have no idea what awaits me back at my apartment…
EARLIER:
PIKE’S POV:
I pace around. The school دن was about to end. Then I hear the phone ring, and I pick up. “You saw her there today too? Good. Proceed with phase two. I’ll get into position.” I hang up, and smile. Blood will spill before the night is over, and all of it will be because of Ashley Garland.
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came سے طرف کی the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came سے طرف کی the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
this is a پرستار fiction of the novel, Darker Still, سے طرف کی Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in love with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present دن New York, 13 سال old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced سے طرف کی a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed مزید often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in love with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present دن New York, 13 سال old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced سے طرف کی a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed مزید often. But is that really best?
I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
یا what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
یا a new place
یا even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every ہوم to every bus
But we can’t برداشت, ریچھ to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
یا what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
یا a new place
یا even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every ہوم to every bus
But we can’t برداشت, ریچھ to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I love being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
یا get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I love being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
یا get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Fire.
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for آپ to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering آپ with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can love be tamed? No
Love is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do آپ dare to play a fire's game??
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for آپ to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering آپ with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can love be tamed? No
Love is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do آپ dare to play a fire's game??