“You should put that dog of yours on a leash!” the man complained. Jess retrieved Lucky who had been investigating the park and rejoined the picnic. She looked over at Cindy who was munching on some grapes.
“Did we bring enough food? You seem especially ravenous today.”
“Well I am eating for two. It’s legit you know.” Cindy replied.
“So you’re not using your pregnancy as an excuse to pig out then?”
“Of course not.” Cindy replied innocently as she tucked into another sandwich.
All of the village’s warriors stood waiting on the shoreline while their leader looked out across the water from further up.
“The Seer said the raiders would attack today. Expect to see their longboats at any moment.” He warned them all. They all stood there looking out at the water. Some were armed with bows, some with spears, and a select few had swords and other weapons such as flails at the ready. They waited for hours, but saw no sign of a war party approaching.
“Are you sure the Seer got the right day?” one of them eventually asked.
“She’s usually extremely reliable.” The leader replied. “Maybe she was wrong about today.” No sooner had he said that then there was a sudden rough tapping on his left shoulder…
Word count: 130
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #134.
Over the weekend we had quite bad flooding here from four days of intense rain. To add to this we’ve also had a few shakes. I guess the local faultline is just letting us know not to forget it… They still give me flashbacks to February 22 2011… So I’m feeling a bit frazzled at the moment.
A team was sent to investigate the planet’s surface. They found an inordinate amount of tiny flying insects everywhere they went. After taking off their protective visors they were swarmed by them. They signaled for immediate retrieval.
“What’s with the red eyes?” the commanding officer asked when the team returned onboard. They didn’t say a word, but opened up their sample boxes and suddenly the entire ship was engulfed with tiny insects.
Once the spaceship was under the insects control, via their human hosts, the insects now planned to explore the rest of the galaxy, and take it over.
In the morning Cindy quickly got out of bed and went outside to check her new herb garden. Yesterday she had planted some basil, mint, sage, and parsley by the homestead, and that was only the beginning of her plans for it.
“Whatcha doing my love?” Jess asked as she came outside onto the porch drinking some coffee. Cindy looked up at her.
“I’m just checking to see how the herbs I planted yesterday are doing.” Cindy told her.
“It’s not that I don’t admire the view, but don’t you think you should have put some clothes on first?”
Robert Thompson and Angela Haynes looked at the building before them. A large white villa in the hills above New Kingsport.
“So this house is owned by a Charles Davies then?” Angela asked.
“Yes, better known as Chuck. Let’s just say he is, or was, notorious for having his fingers in a lot of dubious pies. That’s how he’s made his wealth. Now he seems to have vanished off the face of the earth and yet his car has been seen regularly making trips to the city below picking up people and bringing them back here.” Robert replied.
“And I assume all the people that walk in there never seem to walk back out?”
“You would be right there.”
“How did you find this place?” Angela asked.
“The night Freya and Sarah disappeared, I managed to obtain all the video footage from the gas stations on the way to the city using my FBI badge. I assumed they would head to the city and I hoped the car they were in might stop at one of them. After reviewing the footage and seeing all the cars that stopped there, I searched for their owners. Out of all of them, he is the one that seems to have disappeared since then. No one has seen him alive since that night.” Robert informed her.
“Well done.” Angela told him. “Of course the fact that all the curtains are closed is a dead giveaway.”
“Shall we go in and see if they’re still there?”
“Sure. They should be sleeping now, if they are there.” Angela replied. Robert looked doubtful.
“Don’t count on it. If we’re expected, they may be staying up just to surprise us. Keep alert. Robert warned. They both moved forwards to the front door.
Freya peeked through the curtain and watched the two hunters talking outside the house. Once they started moving to the house she withdrew from the window. She turned to Sarah who stood beside her.
“We’ve got to hide now.” Freya told her. Sarah hid among the clothes in a large wardrobe, while Freya found her dagger and hid it in the inside pocket of her coat. She then leapt up to the attic opening and waited.
In a short moment the front door was forced open and she heard footsteps in the floor below. They seemed to go through the rooms one by one.
“Oh look! A pile of dead bodies. What a surprise!” The woman’s voice said. “Do vampires realise how much of a foul smell they make?”
“I don’t think it particularly worries them.” Said the man who was currently going by the name of Robert Thompson. Freya knew him as Alejandro Cortez, and a host of other pseudonyms. She then heard them walking up the stairs.
“I’ll check out this room.” The woman whispered.
“I’ll look in that one.” Robert answered. Freya heard someone walk into the room below. They walked around the room and then looked in the wardrobe. Freya jumped silently down to see Sarah suddenly launch herself at the woman hunter from out of the wardrobe. To Freya’s shock, the woman remained unfazed and quickly stuck a wooden stake into Sarah’s heart. Sarah turned to dust with a look of surprise on her face.
“No!” Freya screamed out. ”You bitch!” The woman turned in shock at her voice. Freya ran at her and deftly deflected the woman’s attempt at staking her. In one quick movement, Freya grabbed the woman’s head and snapped her neck. She fell lifeless to the floor. Freya collapsed onto her knees and sifted her fingers through the dust that had been Sarah. “Sarah no! We had so many plans…” she sobbed as she sat there. Tears of blood ran down her face. She heard footsteps come into the room.
“That’s two of my assistants you’ve killed now.” Robert stated.
“And they deserved it.” Freya shot back as she slowly stood up and faced him.
“The game’s up. Come back with me to the Institute. We’ll look after you. That’s all we want. You don’t have to die here.” Robert offered.
“No.” Freya replied. Robert look disappointed.
“Then I’ll have to kill you.”
“Come at me then!” Freya taunted. Unexpectedly, she then ran at him. He quickly got his stake into position and stuck it into her heart. Freya pulled out her dagger and pushed the blade deeply into his abdomen. With all her remaining strength she dragged the blade through his abdomen until it was through his other side. She then cut upwards. Robert shoved the stake deeper into Freya until she finally went limp and collapsed onto the floor. Moments later he collapsed too. Robert lay there bleeding out. He looked over to Freya’s inert body.
“Dumb vampires!” he said as everything went black.
The Holy Pigeon often looked down from the cathedral observing all the pious believers below as they walked in and out of the building. Then he would launch into the air to bestow his own blessings on the believers. He usually aimed for the head, but sometimes it landed on their shoulders, or very occasionally, missed them entirely. The people didn’t seem terribly happy when they were chosen, but they failed to understand that it was a great honour for them to be marked this way.
On this day the pigeon looked down at the crowd again wondering which follower they would bless today…