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Death at Okobridge Cove - Ten Years later - By Hannah Elizabeth Fisher

Ten Years Later

Any typical human would see nothing but an unimaginative red brick building with large, darkened windows covered in those awful school-chic blinds. There was a white door with a key coded lock to enter, which deterred anyone that might try to open it, and a gravel path leading to the pavement where two ancient trees stood. Sometimes a homeless woman could be seen sleeping in the doorway of this building for a little safety and sometimes kids would fly past on their bicycles and throw rocks at the glass. It was quintessentially British.

If you were like me, as you got closer to this seemingly normal building, it would shift. The windows would fold in on themselves silently, imploding slowly as something new appeared in the building’s location. The first time I witnessed this I had the urge to throw up.

They say once you’re turned, it opens a whole new world. Perfect vision. The irony.

I paused at the end of the path, taking in a long deep breath even though I didn’t need to. Force of habit, I reminded myself, you’re dead.

I was playing with the ring on my finger, watching it turn and turn, my mind running at a hundred miles an hour.

Flashes of Poppy laughing in my ear. Her cold, lifeless body laid out in our first floor flat. Deep red blood pooling into my carefully picked out cream carpet. I was screaming, yet no sound was coming out. It reminded me of those old black and white silent movies my grandmother loved so much.

I lifted my eyes to look at the ominous building in front of me. I took a few steps and watched as it merged into the grand building I remembered from that very first night. I used to walk past here every day on my way home from work. It was always the same, boring old building. I just assumed it was an admin office for Fallmond College close by. But now I had my new eyes, it was a lot different. I wasn’t totally sure how The Hive had managed to conceal an entire building, and quite frankly the details confused me. I wasn’t ready to believe in magic quite yet.

Towering over me, where the boring office building stood a moment ago was a grand manor house. As I leaned my head back to look up at the now grey brickwork, I felt an uneasy sensation in my stomach. The building was sloping out of the darkness, beckoning me inside. The path lead up to a set of grey stone steps and was encased by two enormous square towers. There were no visible windows on the lower floor, but the floors above had grand circular stained-glass art works as far as the eye could see.

The rooms on the lowest floor were home to the “little demons.” A rather awful name engineered for the newly turned Strigoi, where they were tortured into having their first meal as a monster. My research into the creature I had become took me down some very disturbing paths. Their reasoning was simple, these rooms were the closest to the protection spells to the outside world, so there was no chance a passing postman could hear screaming younglings while on his morning rounds.

I took another false deep breath, hands resting on either side of my face as I tried to ground myself and began to trudge up the pathway and steps. Returning here was something I never intended on doing. I remember my first day so vividly.

Forcing myself to resist. A darkness taking over my mind. The steaming hot beast crawling up my throat. My own helplessness. The boy crying, screaming. I hate myself.

I rested my hand on the deep mahogany wood of the door, it felt warm to my fingertips. I found myself wishing my phone would buzz, someone telling me I’m needed. I pulled it from my pocket and checked the screen, nothing. Unwillingly and after fighting with myself for a moment, I pushed on the door, and it opened easily with an eerie creek.

There were no handles or locks, only those apart of the Faction of Fallmond could enter without an invitation. Unfortunately, I was technically one of them.

Once I was inside, the door closed itself behind me softly.

I entered into a long hallway with six doors on either side. There was no noise, but I knew what was happening behind them. The walls were made from dark wood and there were tables between each door with vases of red roses on, almost like The Hive were trying to cover up their murderous tendencies with pretty flowers.

There were two men at the bottom, sitting on large comfy looking chairs and chatting about some football game from the 80’s. I wondered if they were there to intervene if things started to get hairy with the Little Demons or if they were simply trying to avoid others. I know I would be. Neither of them looked up to see who had come in, but I doubt they cared. Or they knew I weas coming and were told not to acknowledge me. It had been ten years since I left.

It was a strange feeling, returning here. There was no attachment for me apart from the man who killed my girlfriend, The Hive’s Forebearer. Sabian. The one who I was escaping from. The one who had sent me a letter, describing a Faction Crisis, all hands-on deck situation…  And then there was Lucas, the one who helped me when I needed it.

Why did I even return? Did I want to see him again, Sabian? Remind myself of his face? Remind myself of what he has done? Or did I care enough about the Faction members I left behind to come running when I am beckoned…? I made a mental note to think more about this later.

 I straightened my black denim jacket, a present from my grandfather, with its makeshift studded detail that I had carefully sewn on at four am one morning and tried to walk down the corridor with some form of purpose. I should at least try and look like I belong here.

I rounded the corner into another long hallway, this one lined with paintings or photographs taken by members. They’d had some pretty famous faction members in the past, a portrait of Andy Warhol sat proudly above a table, teeth out like a growling wolf.

The old wooden floor of the entry way turned into a fluffy cherry red carpet as I made my way to the meeting room at the bottom. The paintings here depicted something horrific. Unhinged scenes of murder, of turning rituals and the historical “blood draining” from the 1600’s. I wonder If this is like The Hive’s equivalent to the crucifixion…

The mahogany double doors at the bottom of the hallway were propped open, and hushed voices were emitting from within. I paused just before I got to there. I could see Lucas from where I stood, tall and overbearing, chatting to a girl I didn’t recognise. There was the man who helped me make my first kill… but also the man who helped me leave without being seen.

I’d missed him.

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It Took Me a Year - A Molologue by Hannah Elizabeth Fisher

It Took Me A Year

It took me a year to convince myself that I didn’t love you. When people asked me the question, people I am close to, I was able to answer without much thought. Answer honestly and tell them the truth. My mind knew that I didn’t love you, that you didn’t deserve to be loved by me, that I should have never loved you for as long as I did. It was my heart that needed convincing. My words were detached from my fears. The fear of being alone, the fear that no one would ever care again. The fear that your care, even though it is so minimal, is the best that I am ever going to get, because I am broken, because you broke me. The trauma I have suffered at your hands will be the worst I will put myself through, I have always known that I am worth more, and yet I let you ruin me, because you made me love you. You were perfect, charming, understanding. Then the mask comes off, the world spins, the sun sets, and you are a different person. You change, you’re angry, you scream, I cry. My tears make you feel like a bad person. Good, you are. I will never let go of you, I am as sure of that as I was the first time I told you that I love you, that night after you left her for me. But now the reasons are different. Now I know that it is not because you were my first love. It’s because you made me feel as though no one would care. You made me feel like I was not worth spending time with. You made me feel isolated with my own thoughts, that I could never say how I felt. I was always the horrible one when I was low and didn’t want to tell you what I was thinking, because I knew… you would then scream. It’s not my fault, it’s in the past, it won’t happen again, I did it because I knew you would be upset, I lied, I lied, I lied. You will always stay with me, the way an awkward memory does. Something I think about on my low days when my mind just wants to give me another little kick. When I think about stepping into the road and my life flashes before my eyes: You will be the villain in my story. It took me a year to come to terms with the way I felt about you, knowing that it was not right any more. It took me a year to realise that I am not being treated the way I should be. That it was routine. Habit. Co-dependence. Once I gained my strength. Once I found that I could do this alone. There was nothing left for you, with me. It took me a year.

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Forgotten (Chapter 1 - Part 2) by Hannah Elizabeth Fisher

“Forgotten?” I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? Were you high or does your memory suck or something?” The idea of forgetting everything was concerning, but was Steve just saying it or did everyone else have the same experience…? “Nico! Shut up.” Adam’s eyes were wide, I guess I shouldn’t have said that out loud. He then turned to face me properly for a second before he shrugged. I could tell he was consulting me, so I nodded in agreement, seeing no harm in what he was about to say and feeling like I owed Super Steve after my unintentional insult. “Well, we will be there tomorrow as you know… we could always meet up afterwards and see what we can pull together?” Steve’s eyes lit up, and that’s when Sid appeared next to him. They smiled softly. “Hi, I’m Sid, is my husband bothering you?” “My partner is usually just along for the ride… they’re not as into the weird as I am.” Sid patted Steve on the shoulder. “Do you want to give these people your number before we go? They want our table.” “Ah, yes.” We all exchanged numbers and created a group chat before they left. We were back in our hotel room an hour later; I was curled up at the foot of the bed using my hands as pillows. Adam was sat on the floor in front of me with his legs crossed, one camera in his hand and the other on the floor by his feet. “If I take the polaroid camera, we could make a cute photo album, you know. Ribbons, fancy silver pens, a keepsake…” he told me as he returned the camera back to the ugly brown carpet. “But if I take the DSLR… I could make us some money for the holiday fund.” I pointed at the expensive camera he mentioned, only one eye open and fixed on him. “If you take that, you’re going to need to take the tripod with you, and you will complain the entire time that it’s heavy and ask me to carry it after thirty minutes… take the polaroid. Let’s not work this weekend.” “Then why did I bring them both then?” “I don’t know, because you’re a crazy workaholic. Can I go to sleep now?”

I was forced from my slumber at six am the next morning by a very excitable Adam who was pulling on my arm repetedly. He was already dressed in an oversized black T-shirt with a picture of David from The Lost Boys on, a dark red flannel shirt and blue jeans. “I have barely slept,” he grinned at me, hands on both of his cheeks as he watched my eyes open. I could see the grey circles under his. “You do realise we don’t have to be there till six pm… How did I know this would happen?” “Because you know me, now get up, I need coffee and the biggest breakfast in the world.” I groaned as Adam ripped the blankets from me and pulled on my arms. After he realised I wasn’t moving, he danced across the room and thew open the curtains to reveal the sun and it’s hellbent revenge on my retinas. “Fuck. Fine, I’m moving.”

The later it got, the cooler it became. We both started out in denim jackets and scarves and ended up in our big poofy winter coats with the hoods drawn over our ears. My fingers were sore from the sudden warmth but damn, it was worth it. Adam’s coat had a grey fluffy trim around it, and I could see my hot breath in front of me. He had parked the car on the very edge of the field away from most of the others that had already arrived so it was easier to find later on, and we could be one of the first out. I was very glad that I had chosen to wear the boots Adam bought me for Christmas… my trainers would not have survived the muddy walk to the entrance of the carnival. “I hope it’s warm on the other side,” Adam told me as I wrapped my arm around his shoulders while we walked. “I imagine it will be… look at all these people.” I hadn’t seen this many people since I went to the Superbowl… the open area was surrounded by trees in the distance, but there were people as far as my eyes could stretch. Some were dressed like clowns or had intricate face or body paint which was now ruined by the mud that was being kicked up around them, others just looked frozen to the bone. The crowd filtered slowly, and as we drew nearer ghostly music started to fill our ears. “Creepy.” “Yeah, I’m stoked.” I placed a cold kiss on Adam’s temple, and we shuffled forwards, clinging to each other. The mess of people were now starting to form an orderly queue into the barriers of red and white ribbon. I used my height to my advantage; I could see over the heads of most of the people in front of us. There were four large floodlights pointing up into the sky above us, changing it from a dark navy to a haunting grey. The queue was filtering through the archway, half of which I had already seen in Super Steve’s photograph. Sure enough, a ten-foot tall, wired metal archway stood in the centre with orange tube lighting winding around it. There was a large flashing white and green sign attached that read LOST LANDS. And underneath it, a black banner with the same garish writing from the leaflet read: Don’t lose your way. My phone buzzed, but I ignored it. Two seconds later, Adam was wiggling his phone under my nose. I batted his hand away, I fucking hated when he did that. “Sid just texted the group chat,” he said. “They’re inside.” “Christ, they must have been here early.” “Steve said they were camping in the next field so they could get the jump on everyone.” I raised my eyebrows. “I think Steve and Sid are a bit weird, and not in the fun way.” “You can’t judge them, Nico, we don’t even know them.” I nodded, turning to face him, “Yeah, exactly, we don’t know them. I’ve just got a weird feeling, I don’t know.” “Maybe it was that bagel at lunch,” Adam suggested, I rolled my eyes as we tiptoed closer. The music was swelling, the unearthly theremin tunes were causing something in my chest to flutter. It was only a few minutes later that we were stood at the entrance, the man with the white painted face stood right in front of us, his expression was haunted, and the black paint around his eyes wasn’t helping the image. Adam retreated into my side yet had a grin like the Cheshire cat plastered across his lips. “Tickets,” the man said abruptly, rubbing his hand under his nose and making the most grotesque noise as he coughed. I shuddered and dug out the paper tickets from inside my coat. The man took them, counted them, and then screwed them up and threw them over his shoulder. There was an overflowing metal bin behind him, paper balls spilling out onto the dirt. He lurched forward then and grabbed Adam’s arm and pulled it from his coat pocket. “What the fuck do you-“ Someone behind me with a deep voice spoke up. “It’s fine man, it’s all apart of the act, look!” I glanced over my shoulder before turning back to the man covered in paint. He let Adam go, and he showed me his arm. A black wristband was tightly wound around his wrist with the name of the carnival in green writing.

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ThrowBack Thursday! Who do you recognise? #HullUniversity #StudentUnion #DanceSportTeam #1990’s #RhythmAndDreams www.rhythm-and-dreams.co.uk (at Rhythm and Dreams Dancing Centre) https://www.instagram.com/p/CP7tGw5HZLN/?utm_medium=tumblr

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This is a blast from the past… Got to be early 1990’s #HullUniversity #DanceSportTeam #1990s (at Rhythm and Dreams Dancing Centre) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPxvr37n6So/?utm_medium=tumblr

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