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another day another story....that i may finish
yeah another story thing. but like my other one with Alastair I actually plan on finishing it. But the one with Alastair is taking longer than I had thought to get ch 3 for you guys to read if you read ch 1 & 2. but the thing is i lost the memory stick that had chapter 3 on it and now i'm back to square one with that story and still stuck on a writer's block with it. Though today i started on one that i may finish before the one with Alastair and Aurora. so for right now Alastair and that story will be on the back burner until i can figure out a way to get back to writing it and remember what i wrote that begun ch 3 of that one.

But heres the one i started today. it'll go up chapter by chapter just like my other one. crit is welcome on any story, fiction, or peom that i write, and also just plain encouraging comments are also welcome to help me keep working on it, so please keep them positive, contructive, and encouraging. And if there any suggestions for a title...though i doubt you'll get much from just the prologue right now but nya ya never know...let me know in your comment and i'll consider it ^__^ ♥

Prologue:


North Florida middle 1800’s

It was spring in North Florida, and the mosquitos were already running rampant day and night, and it wasn’t even summer yet. The night were still relatively cool, but that didn’t seem to stop the buzzing of the blood sucking terrors of the spring and summer seasons in the south. The swamps and forests buzzed with the sounds of the crickets and frogs composing their nightly spring symphony, while the air was still fresh with the sent of the small April shower that had just passed through. “You have got to be kidding me boy. Why in the hell would you want to go into the cemetary at this time of night, just to chase some kind of cyote?” a man asked in a heavey southern accent, to the younger man that he was with. Both men resembled the other, both with dark hair and light brown eyes. The boy looked no more than the age of nineteen, and was in a sense skinny for a boy that had been raised in the south.

“’Cause pa. I saw whatevers been eaten our cattle last night. And I saw it come in here when I went out to chase it off” the boy said, his rifle ready to shoot anything that looked remotely like it would eat cattle. “And it wasn’t no damned cyote neither.”

“But are you sure that it went into the cemetary, boy. I mean it was really dark out last night with the clouds blocking the moon and all” the father asked his son as they entered Oak Ridge cemetary, back then, it was small, and only home to that of families, relatives, and old Confederate soldiors that had died in the war.

“Course I’m sure pa. Positive, that whatever it was that it came here” the son said looking back at his father as they patrolled through the cemetary.
The moon above was full and the only light the father and son had to see with. The night seemed to grow colder as they reached the far end of the cemetary. “Damnitall!” the boy cursed as he whirled around to say something to his father, only to see the bloodied mangled and maimed body of his father laying in the thick cemetary grass off to the side. “PA!” the boy called out as he rushed to his father’s side. “Pa, wake up. Pa, Pa, c’mon now get up! You’ve had worse right? In the war? Pa, don’t die” The boy shook his father’s body repeatedly, but nothing came from the older man’s body, not even a slight breathe.

As a shadow cast itself upon the boy and his now dead father, ‘There ain’t no clouds out tonight, then why…?’ he thought as he took up his rifle, and turned around slowly. He hadn’t had a chance to stand up when everything seemed to end in a red flash of gun fire and cries for help. Soon only the buzzing of the mosquitos, and the mezmerizing symphony of the swamp could be heard from the near by swamp.

Morning began to creep along the sky, and warmed the town from the cool rainy night. Before long there was buzz about what had taken place the night before, as men from the town stood in a circle around the body of the dead father, the body of his son, nowhere to be found. “Well deputy?” asked a man that appeared to be the Sherrif of the small town.

“Nothing Sherrif. Just the boy’s rifle and his pa’s body here. And there ain’t nothing over yonder niether. Its like the boy just disappeared, but there is a whole lot of blood leading into the swamp back there.” The deputy said coming up from in the trees that lead to the swamp. The sherrif looked at him and nodded. He then turned his attention back to the body that laid before the circle of men.

“I tell ya what it was. It was them vampires that all them yanks been talking about from over there across the ocean in Europe and them countries. They startin’ te come ‘ere…” a man spoke up as the Sherrif glared over at him with his most piercing gaze.

“You sir are as insane as them damned yanks and their supersticious babble ‘bout vampires. Hell the only thing round these parts would be the cyotes, wolves, and damned mosquitos.” The Sherrif said putting his hands on his hips.

“I swear Sherrif. I’m tellin’ ya the truth. It prolly took the boy so he could eat him later.” The man said wanting to have his case heard. “Just hear me out and what I got to say. I saws the whole thing from my house up there on the hill”

The Sherrif just wanted to get this over with and tell the misses about her husband and son. He didn’t care what happen, just that there was some kind of killer on the loose and that he needed to be found. “Maybe we should here him out Sherrif. I mean it really couldn’t hurt” the deputy said to the Sherrif.
The Sherrif sighed, his deputy was right, he had to hear the man out at least, before he could call anything on this. “Alright Harris. You tell us what ya saw last night involving the Jones men. But that won’t save ya from being put in consideration for being put into the asylum, just so you know” he told Harris as he crossed his arms on his chest and acted like he was listening.

“Well we all know that there had been something eatin’ our cattle lately. An’ everyone’s been passin’ it off as some cyote lookin’ fer some food. But I heard Jones’s son talkin’ about goin’ an’ followin’ whatever it was to see where it would go after it struck again.” The man explained as he recalled events prior to the night before. “Jones’s boy managed to track whatever it was down heres to the cemetary night before last. Now that be some good trackin’ on his part, his daddy taught ‘im well I says”

“Will you get on with it Harris, for God sake” the Sherrif said getting Harris back on track with what he was saying.

“Sorry ‘bout that Sherrif” Harris said and continued. “Well las’ night Jones and his boy came in here to the cemetary to try to get rid of whatever it was that was killin’ our cattle. Wheather it be cyote or not…As they got to about there” he pointed just a few feet away “Somethin’ big and black, like some kind of monster thing came up and killed mister Jones, just the way ya all see him now. But the odd thing was that, there wasn’t any sound from mister Jones or what had killed ‘im. So his boy wasn’t gonna hear him no how. The thing, it looked like a person, followed the boy to over there ‘fore just disappearin’ when he turned around and sees his daddy laying right here. An’ before he has a chance to even stand and try to shoot whatever it was, it just ups and goes at him like he did with his daddy. And that’s what I saw and that’s how it happeneds” Harris finished nodding his head.

The Sherrif and everyone looked at Harris as if he really were just an insane as the yankees that were spreading the tales about vampires. The men of the circle looked at Harris then back at the body and blood trail left behind by the boy as he was dragged off. Part of them wanted to believe Harris in what he was saying, but the other parts of them wanted to throw him into the local asylum. The Sherrif sighed and rubbed his temples. It was going to be a long day once he got to Misses Jones and told her what had happened. “Like the Sherrif stated before, you sir are insane.” The deputy said looking at Harris as he were very stupid and out of his mind.

“Leave it be Thomas.” The Sherrif said waving him down from jumping Harris.

“What do we do then Sherrif. Missus Jones ain’t gonna believe vampires ate her son and husband.” The Deputy asked the Sherrif.

“I’ll tell her that theres a killer on the loose and her son and husband, just happened to two of his victims. And you tell the town and spread the word that there is a killer on the loose and that there will be a curfew in place. All persons are to be in their homes by eight o’clock until all this has passed. Anyone that is caught out after then will be arrested and charged with being an accomplise to the murder of these two fine men.” The Sherrif explained to the circle. “And no more talk of vampires, or I will have you commited Harris. And deputy, make sure he stays quite, and get the doctor down here to collect the body. Don’t need cyotes coming up this early in the morning.” With that the Sherrif left the circle and made his way into the town.

The rest of the cirlce dispersed and followed the Sherrif. The Deputy gave Harris a warning look, and ran to catch up with the Sherrif. Harris looked back to the swamp, then up to the group of men that made their way to the town. He knew he was telling the truth even though the others didn’t believe him. Harris took one more look back at body of Mr. Jones and the trail and pools of blood that lead back into the swamp. “I’d rather be a supertitious yank than an ignorant fool Sherrif.” He said to himself as he made his way back up to the town.


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