The Surprise
Sarah's funeral took place on a cloudless night. John stood over her graves refusing to say goodbye to her.
He felt a light touch on his shoulder. He turned around to see his tiny mother looking at him, smiling sadly. "It's time to go John. She's gone now. You need to let her go."
John turned away from the grave and felt his heart ache. He didn't know how he was going to live without Sarah. It should have been him and not her. Angrily he pushed past his mother and headed to his Porche.
Climbing in, he gunned the engine. This past week had blown by. He hadn't gone back to work since he learned about his sister's brutal murder. He didn't know if he would ever return. His partners were very
understanding. They told him to take as much time as he needed. John was certain they were so nice, only because they were up to something. He didn't have a lot of true friends. Money did that, money made people suck up to him, and act like they liked him, but they weren't genuine. They were fake and only in it to see if they could make a profit off him. He missed his sister so much. She was his sounding board. She was real and she understood him.
Driving away from the cemetery, he looked back and saw his mother standing there watching him. He had mixed emotions about his mother too. He wasn't sure if she really did care about him, or if she was only here to put on a show for the wealthy families.
During the past week he hadn't seen her since the night she had arrived. He had just assumed she was busy with the funeral arrangements, but perhaps she was mingling with the fashionably rich.
He needed a drink. This past week he had drank more than he had during his college years. But he had an empty void now in his life now. He didn't have Sarah. He would have to slowly learn to live without her. He didn't want to, but unfortunately he hadn't been given a choice.
Garath looked at the blond woman who lay crumpled at his feet. She had been way too easy to catch and kill. She had just fainted and he had lovingly sucked her life from her. She had tasted wonderfully sweet and had smelt so rich. He felt rejuvenated. He could almost forget the run-in he had with the elders. He could almost forget how they had shamed him and stepped all over his pride. Almost.
Wiping the blood from his lips he smiled. A plan was starting to form in his mind; he would show the elders and all of his Kind that he was to be obeyed. He would be the ultimate ruler, yet.
The first step to his plan was to find the girl he had created. Had she even survived, he wondered? She would be his first mistress.
Chuckling softly he left the dead woman and walked out of the alley, onto the street. The neon lights didn't hurt his eyes tonight. He was much too happy and eager to let the lights bother him.
Her blue eyes opened, and she blinked twice. The darkness slowly faded to a dull yellow glow. She looked around and saw that she was in some sort of circular room. She had never been here, and she whimpered, frightened. She wasn't sure what was going on, she remembered dying, and yet she was here now. Was this heaven?
"Hardly, dear. This is more like hell."
Startled she jumped up and saw a tiny figure standing in the doorway, off to her left. Her eyes were still blurry and she couldn't quite make out the figure. All she knew was that the figure was feminine.
She tried to talk but her voice was dry. Clearing her throat she managed to spit some words out. "Who are you?"
The figure approached her. She could see that the woman had golden hair with white strikes. She had crystal eyes and wore a blue robe on her tiny figure.
"My name is Trinya. It's true you did die. But all that will be explained to you in good time. You are here to be safe. You have a lot to learn."
"Welcome." A thunderous voice announced.
Looking past Trinya, she saw a tall man with a grey beard. "I am Hayer, and we have brought you here to keep you away from the one made you." He was intimidating and seemed to be at least seven feet. He wore a long gold robe and his beard was matched with long grey hair that was tied back. His eyes looked kind.
A hand touched her shoulder. Startled she looked behind her and saw that she was completely surrounded. Three more figures had appeared, and she was now in the centre of them. None of them looked at her with hostility. In fact, they were all smiling at her. Her eyes suddenly felt extremely heavy. She was still so weak. She slowly drifted back into oblivion as the five figures chanted and walked around her.
It had been almost two weeks since his sister had died. He had spent most of the time as drunk as he could possibly get. The only way he could get any sleep, or peace was to drink so much he passed out.
He hadn't yet gone to work. John just wanted to hide out and disappear from the world. His phone was constantly ringing. He no longer bothered answering it. His voicemail was full. He didn't care. No one mattered to him.
Daphne, his mother, had said her goodbyes just a few days ago. Apparently Mark hadn't had the time to come out and pay his respects to Sarah. His ex-best friend was much too busy trying to make more money. John was glad. Sarah wouldn't have appreciated Mark's goodbyes.
John heard a hard knock at his door. He walked softly over to it. He didn't want whoever was knocking, to know he was home. His current girlfriend, Tammy, had constantly been calling. Perhaps now she had even resorted to knocking on his door. John wasn't sure what she wanted. They had only bee. If Sarah were still alive she could tell him what Tammy's real motive was. Sarah had been great at reading people. She knew right away whether they were real or fake. Tammy, as far as John could tell, seemed to genuinely care about him. But he had only been dating her a few weeks, and he didn't really have any feelings for her.
Reaching the door, he looked through the peephole. A woman he instantly recognized was standing there. Her thick red hair was tied back into a ponytail. Angry, he wiped open the door.
"What the hell!" He roared. "Is this some kind of joke?"
"Hi brother." His sister said and smiled. His dead sister. Unable to handle that thought, he fell to the ground, blackness surrounded him. John welcomed the blackness.
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