Legacy of Ghosts – Chapter One – Part 7

For the next couple of weeks I’ll be posting the first three chapters of Legacy of Ghosts in tiny, blog sized nuggets, hopefully a bit a day.

If you’ve missed previous chapters, you can read them here.

WARNING!!!

This contains spoilers. If you haven’t read Shades of Gray, proceed at your own risk
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“What in the hell?” She stared at the white door, her brow creased in anger.  Not only was his behavior odd, but it was insulting! She couldn’t imagine what he’d be doing in the room that required such secrecy, and the idea that he’d go to the bother of locking her out made it worse. Did he think she’d bust in on him?

She marched to the front room and stood uselessly in the middle of the floor, mulling over the slight. How long was he going to be in there? She was cold and didn’t know how to start a fire. Then again, how hard could it really be? All she needed was wood and matches, right?

Three logs lay in a basket next to the hearth and a book of matches was discarded on the mantle. With angry determination, she knelt next to the fireplace and carefully lifted the logs inside.  She ripped a match from the book, struck it, and held it to the crumbling bark of one of the logs.

It took four matches, but soon infant flames licked the dry wood. She leaned back on her haunches with a feeling of pride as the fire slowly grew. “Ha, Jorick! Take that!”

She took turns warming different parts of her body, then curled up on the rug before the hearth and watched the flames. Her mind wandered, unbidden, to another fire she’d seen recently. The memories of painful screams echoed in her ears and she unconsciously put her hands to her head, as if to silence them.

Desperate for distraction, she grabbed a book from the stack that leaned precariously against the coffee table. The title was faded from the worn cover and the peeling spine. She wondered if it had been read too many times or simply neglected.

Restlessly, she flipped the yellowed pages, back to front.  When she reached the inside of the front cover she found smeared, spidery writing. Further examination revealed the name “Jorick” and the date “December,1875”.

With a soft shudder she snapped the book closed and put it back where she’d gotten it. The last thing she wanted right now was a reminder of what he really was, so she turned to the puzzle of their location. The matchbook on the fireplace said “Stop N Shop – open 24 hours, Venice Maryland”, but they were most certainly in Maine. Her brow furrowed as she tried to organize the jumble of states in her mind. She remembered that they’d been in New Hampshire at some point, though she didn’t know where Maine, or even Maryland, was in relationship to it. She should have paid more attention in geography class. But why should she when there was always a map; in the glove box or on the computer or in a book or even on her cell phone. Only- surprise! – there wasn’t a map now. Why had no one ever mentioned the possibility of being cut off?

She waited impatiently for Jorick, and when he didn’t come she went back to the books. When that got boring she stretched out on the rug and closed her eyes. She banished everything from her mind except a repeating cycle of song lyrics, and let herself drift on warm tides towards a drowsy sleep.

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  1. Jonathan Harvey

     /  September 24, 2010

    Very cool, so are you going to have origin flashbacks. And if not in this book, do you have plans. Are we going to see how Jorick becomes a vampire.

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    • well, there is one flashback scene, but it doesn;t go that far back. However, I did manage to threaten Jorick with a point-ed stick and get him to talk so, yeah, his vampire origin story is in there, albeit in a Jorick style.

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