Dead Night (17 page)
Leaning against the tree, I sat for a while, smoked, and listened to the song. As I sat there, I spied Kiera pass by on the other side of the overhanging branches. With the music still playing in my ears, I followed her. She made her way through the trees, unaware that I was there. I had been right when I’d told Sophie how beautiful Kiera was. She was more than beautiful, and for someone like me, it’s so hard to explain how I feel about her. But one thing I did know – one thing that I could put down in words – I knew I never wanted to be without her.
Kiera stopped by the summerhouse and headed towards the statue which had appeared on the grass there. Did Murphy know about the statue? I knew that as always, there was going to be tough times ahead for me and my friends, and Kiera would be a big part of that. But whatever lay ahead, I would be at her side, shoulder to shoulder.
The music stopped. Thumbing through to the
settings
function, I wiped the iPod’s memory, and with it, Sophie from my life once and for all.
Placing the iPod back into my trouser pocket, I thought of Kayla and decided that I would give it to her as a present.
I threw the bag over my shoulder, stepped out into the rain and headed towards Kiera, who stood examining the statue in front of the summerhouse.
Sophie
I woke with a gasp. Where was I? It was warm and I could feel the sun on my face. There was a buzzing sound. I looked to my right and could see a wasp hovering beside me. I swished it away with the back of my hand. I pulled myself up, only to find that I had been lying in a ditch.
There was a wide open field on one side of me and a wall made of slate on the other. I could smell the scent of freshly cut hay and it was wonderful. I pulled myself to my feet, and brushing mud from my dress, I looked over the wall. There was a road and it was then I remembered being hit by a car. How had I ended up in the ditch, I wondered, and where was Potter and that other guy? What had been his name?
Murphy?
Wondering if they had gone back to the farmhouse, I made my way back across the field.
Butterflies flittered back and forth. The last I could remember was that it had been cold, it had been winter. But now it was summer, how had the seasons changed so quickly?
As I made my way back up the hill, I soon realised the weather wasn’t the only thing that had changed since being hit by that car. The disused barn that had once been burnt down now looked as if it was under construction. On the naked beams of the roof, I could see a well-built man in a checked shirt hammering corrugated sheets of metal into place. Keeping low so that he couldn’t see me, I headed along the wall on the other side of the barn. I peered into the field and could see several tents and small caravans. It looked like the field had been turned into a small campsite. Still in search of Potter and his friend, Murphy, I continued upwards towards the farm. Just like before, the farmhouse was hidden from view by a small crop of trees. I took shelter from the sun in the shade and looked at the farmhouse. I was amazed to see that, although it still looked run down, it wasn’t the derelict building that I could remember.
How had everything changed so much, I wondered, feeling confused and lost. Then, as I watched the farmhouse from beneath the trees, I saw a young girl appear from behind the front door. She strolled outside, wearing a yellow T-shirt and a short blue denim skirt. She couldn’t have been any older than seventeen, and she was already very beautiful. I watched her flounce away down the path that led to the cliff edge. No sooner had I lost sight of her, when a boy with a baseball cap wedged on his head snuck from behind the front door and followed the girl down the path at a discreet distance.
It was then that I recognised the boy and the girl. I had seen them before on my walks up to the farm. I had often seen them sitting by the cliffs, staring into each other’s eyes. And the girl and the big guy, the one building the barn, hadn’t they been the people in the photograph I’d found in the bedroom? But what were they doing here now? Where had they come from and where was I?
Then, as if Potter was whispering in my ear, I heard him say, “I think it’s more of a case of
when
you are, than
where
you are.”
Stepping out from beneath the shade of the trees, I set off after the boy at a safe distance.
But what if he saw me? What if that boy asked me who I was? I didn’t know if the wolves were still looking for me. I had to be careful. Then feeling that plastic piece of I.D. in my pocket, I decided that until I figured out
when
I was, I would simply call myself Caroline Hughes.
‘Dead Angel’s’
Book Two Coming Soon!
Also by Tim O’Rourke ‘Vampire Shift’ (Kiera Hudson Series One Book 1)
‘Vampire Wake’ (Kiera Hudson Series One Book 2)
‘Vampire Hunt’ (Kiera Hudson Series One Book 3)
‘Vampire Breed’ Kiera Hudson Series One Book 4)
‘Wolf House’ (Kiera Hudson Series One Book 4.5)
‘Vampire Hollows’ (Kiera Hudson Series One Book 5)
‘Dead Flesh’ (Kiera Hudson Series Two Book 1)
‘Black Hill Farm’ (Book One) ‘Black Hill Farm: Andy’s Diary’ (Book Two)
Doorways (Book One)
About the Author
Working away in the dead of night, Tim has written many short stories, plays and novels.
His most recent book 'Dead Flesh' (Book One in Kiera Hudson Series Two) is now available. Tim is also the author of the paranormal romance series entitled 'Black Hill Farm' and ‘Doorways’ – A book of Vampires, Werewolves & Black Magic.
Tim's interests other than writing, include watching South Park, Vampire Diaries, True Blood and listening to Pitbull, LMFAO, Jennifer Lopez, David Guetta, Bruno Mars, Rihanna and Adele. Tim is never happier than when reading The Twilight Series, Vampire Diaries and writing his own Vampire series “Vampire Shift.”
Don't be shy; feel free to contact Tim at [email protected] - Tim would love to hear from you.
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