Béla and Maleva were still heading down the old wagon road heading to their site
Béla is starting to get nervous as the mounting suspense of what will happen on the full moon started to build.
He watched the sky while keeping an eye on the sky his head began to give him a burning sensation a sensation he had never felt before his сердце started to thump and thud bobop bobop bobop bobop he was feeling tension of his muscles tightening and contracting he was scared stiff.
He raised his right hand up to his forehead and rubbed it he was feeling the pain of a migraine in the vicinity of his temple close near where he was bitten. He saw in the reflection of a pool of water their was a pentagram shaped scar that had emerged on his forehead. The moon had gotten into plain sight. Their Лошади began to get spooked they could sense it something was going on and they were considering it horribly wrong they started to stumble their pace to a stop Béla tried to force the horse вперед but it would not budge a inch he stood up to see if their was something in their path. nothing not a single thing was in its path he was about to sit back down when he was hit with an excruciating pain starting in his abdomen and radiating out it was a pain like no other he moved his feet inches each half a step felt like needles being driven individually each еще painful than the last he tried to sit down it wouldn't let him when he reached the side of the тележка, корзина he was hit with another excruciating stab worse than a нож или teeth of any animal. with that stab he flipped out of the bugie and landed on his side. In a ball he clutched his body his breathing speeding his сердце rate raised.
"Béla!!!" Maleva asked questioning in worry
"Keep away" he bellowed with one had gestured as a stop sign at her. She watched as in those секунды beastly claws grew from that hand they were black as a wolfs. She started backing up in a combination of fear and worry for her son.
Béla brought his hands to his face he his face started to metamorphosis. his nose morphed to a shape that suggested it to be a snout his eyes yellowed hair began to sprout on his face and hands it was dark it was coarse. His spine twisted and bent curving it into a slump paws formed as his Кости and muscles rearranged in his feet and cafs they formed into beast like legs soon he was covered completely with the course dark black and brown fur. His Cloths ripped wholes all over his cloths Ты could hardly tell that he was the one that was wearing them.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The creature howled it was on the hunt. His eyes suggested that he is out for one thing and that would be bloodlust.
AAWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it howled again. A farmer sitting on his porch rocking heard it and stood to his feet in startlement.
He picked up his gun and ran out towards the cattle patch close to wear the howl was heard. He looked around nothing was their it was blacker than fear its self even in the moonlight. He got a flash of the beast a beast a pack of beasts he couldn't tell all he knew was he was being circled he put his back to a дерево he heard a growl he fired his buckshot. The lighting of gunpowder lit up the surrounding area the beast was right Далее to his rifle. As the light faded the beast took him in its claws and chomped down with his large pointed fangs.
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 by 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 by 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 Фан fiction of the novel, Darker Still, by 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 Любовь 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 день New York, 13 год old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by 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 еще 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 Любовь 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 день New York, 13 год old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by 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 еще often. But is that really best?
I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
или 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
или a new place
или 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 Главная to every bus
But we can’t медведь 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
или 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
или a new place
или 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 Главная to every bus
But we can’t медведь 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 Любовь being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
или 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 Любовь being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
или 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 Ты to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering Ты 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 Остаться в живых 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 Любовь be tamed? No
Любовь is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do Ты 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 Ты to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering Ты 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 Остаться в живых 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 Любовь be tamed? No
Любовь is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do Ты dare to play a fire's game??
