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"Flashes: Episode Eight: Here Comes the Sun" by Emma Kathryn

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Okay, flashback this time.  I've been chopping the book up and sending some of the stories off.  Just for a heads up, a new episode "A Pirate's Life for Me" will be in the next issue of Ethereal Tales.

Recommended listening: Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles.  Classic


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Here Comes the Sun

 

SCOTLAND

 

Often with young vampires, they rise early by mistake.  They cannot judge the sunset as easily as the older ones.  This evening, she woke early.

            For her a few moments, she had forgotten what had happened the night before.  The coffin terrified her.  Beside her, the one who had done this to her still lay, dead to the world.  In such close proximity, she panicked.  And her previous experience of being trapped in a coffin came back to her in a flash, which was too much to handle.  Throwing the coffin lid open, she sat up, staring around wildly.

            The coffin was in a cellar somewhere.  It was dark and dusty, and reeked of something she didn’t recognised.  The man beside her was still asleep.  Clambering out of the coffin, she watched him carefully, but he still didn’t move.  She whispered a thank you the gods and stood, staring through the darkness.  Everything was crystal clear.  She shouldn’t be able to see this well.  What was happening to her?

            Still aware of the sleeping man, she decided that she couldn’t stay down here.  Not with him, there.  Glancing around, she found a set of stairs and approached them quickly.  Flying up them, she slipped on the hem of her dress.  It was still her bridal gown she wore.  It was filthy, ripped and stained.  Three days earlier, she had promised her life to the man she loved, while wearing this dress.  Standing on the stair she’d stumbled on, she ran her hands down the dress.  The material felt different from a few days again.  She could feel every individual thread, woven together.  As filthy as the fabric was, it was suddenly very interesting.  She stared at the weave, following it, until she came across a rip.  The frayed material was even more exciting than the orderly sections.  Her eyes widened.  She could study her dress intently, even in this darkened room.  What was happening to her?

            The coffin creaked and she panicked, her attention returning to her escape.  She opened the door at the top of the stairs and pulled it open.  It revealed a tiny house, consisting of only one room and the cellar she had just come from.  Where the hell was she?

            There were no windows in the room.  That was the first thing she noticed.  The second thing was the lack of furniture.  No chairs, tables, rugs, beds…  Nothing.  There was no food anywhere to be seen, either.  She needed out of here.  And quickly.

            There was a door in the wall opposite.  Time to get out of here.  She strode towards the exit and grasped the handle.  It was shut tight and took all her strength to pull it shuddering open.  The dull light of early evening flooded through the door and onto her face.  It took a few seconds for the burning to start.  Then, she began to scream.

            A hand pulled her out of the light.  Him.  “What the hell are you playing at?” he screamed, holding her shaking body and dragging her into a darkened corner of the room.  “Trying to destroy us both?”  The burn on her face was agony, but the pain was narrowing to a single strip across her cheek.  Her fingers scrambled across it, trying to work out what was happening to her.  “You’re healing,” he explained to her.  “You heal faster right after you’ve fed.  It’ll be gone soon.”  She was squealing like an injured puppy and continued to, even as she realised that the pain was gone.  “It’s alright,” he whispered.  “Your instincts will get better.  You’ll be fine.  It’s alright.”  Sure enough, the burn was gone already.

            Holding her to his body, he rocked her gently and stroked her hair.

            “It’s alright.”

 

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17 Nov 2010:-) Harriett L Randall
Wow! I loved your first line. It pulled me in. People don’t realize how important first lines are. Some writers make you read and read and read, before you get to anything interesting; that doesn’t work for me, I lose focus very quickly without a great first line. But that didn’t happen with you. Cleaver writing. Bravo!
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'Flashes: Episode Eight: Here Comes the Sun':
 • Created by: :-) Emma Kathryn
 • Copyright: ©Emma Kathryn. All rights reserved!

 • Keywords: Sire, Sunlight, Vampire
 • Categories: Vampires, Zombies, Undeads, Dark, Gothic
Modpick •  Mod Pick at: 2010-02-28 06:52:03
 • Submitted: 2010-02-07 22:35:47
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