Please don't kill me guys. I was left completely uninspired and nothing I wrote during the summer could do the story justice. It's taken me this long to get this short chapter up. I've re-divided one of my chapters to include half of what would have been in this chapter, so the next one should be a lot longer. We're nearing the end of this story now, but there's still a few chapters left.
It had been a mere matter of days. Six days to be exact, since it had happened. Since then, life had passed Anna and her family by. There was no talk, no smiles; no laughter. Nothing. Instead of focussing on living each day at a time, Anna found herself going back to that day. Her mind playing the sight in a continuous loop that had haunted her dreams ever since she had witnessed it. The sight of her mother's body, cold and lifeless; a trophy for Dracula to gloat over; a celebration of Aleera becoming his bride. Most likely, her first kill.
It was all Anna saw; all her other memories temporarily erased; lost in the vast darkness of her mind. She desperately searched for those happier times, when they were a family—the four of them. But she still saw nothing, she felt nothing. At the moment, her life was nothing.
BANG. She fired the shot. Unable to speak, unable to move, unable to breathe. Vision clouded by unshed tears she could only turn her head and wait for someone to come. How she prayed someone would come. But not her father; nor her brother. Both had been through so much, they didn't deserve to see the horrific sight she had seen. At least now her eyes were closed. Her hands shook as she placed the cold pistol onto the grass; fumbling with the safety catch she insisted she would never need.
In a frenzy of shouting her father emerged from the oak doorway, followed swiftly by Velkan. They sprinted fiercely towards her, both with a mix of emotions on their faces; confusion, fear, and determination. Velkan saw it first, the look in her eyes, the shape of the body at her side. The dress that was all too familiar. He reached out, trying desperately to stop his father before he discovered the truth in the harshest way possible. But Boris rushed on, racing to help his daughter and whoever was by her side.
She'd never forget the next chain of events. Boris finally reached his destination and reeled back; gasping in horror. His eyes wide in shock, he staggered backwards a few paces, trying to register the sight before his eyes. After a few brief moments, his face contorted into a grief-stricken grimace. A primal roar escaped his throat as he lowered himself to his wife's cold form; weeping.
It was that sound that constantly rang in her ears, rhythmical—like a recurring drum beat.
A crashing sound from downstairs signalled her father finally cracking under the intense stare of the map of Romania. Boris had shrunk inside of himself soon after his wife had died. Burying himself in tedious tasks; the latest of these was searching for Dracula's lair. Day after day he scoured the worn picture, desperate to find something he had previously missed. Anna was worried that he was letting his anger consume him. But she remained silent for fear of upsetting her father more.
The usual reassurance for bereaved families didn't wash with her remaining relatives. The fact that there was a Heaven was irrelevant. The Valerious' would be forever stuck in Purgatory unless Dracula was slain. Anna was sure that this was the reason her father was so desperate to find him. To end the war once and for all.
Anna thought it would be best to check on her father and see what he had smashed, and more importantly, if he was hurt in any way.
I said this was short, but this should be the shortest of all of my chapters. As I said, the next ones are set to be longer, and will see a bit more of Ash and the school, as well as a look into the future ;)
Thanks for sticking by me for this long! Kate x