The Gathering
Rain caressed the air around the old community cemetery. Its tomb stones and obelisks stretched toward the grey sky like fingers of a dirt skeleton. Dense mist crawled up from the murky man made lake in the center of the foreboding place.
Rain always falls in this shadowed part of the city. A phenomenon understood by none. Some said that he rain were the tears of tortured souls. And many believed just that. But, like the tree in the grand mausoleum, people still ventured out despite the dreary weather.
On this ominous night, no wind stirred. No birds chirped. Even the rain was silent as it collided with the soggy, weed infested grass. The world itself was holding its breath as the three overcast ladies held their clandestine meeting.
Lightning forked down as Martha walked along the park’s dirt road. She reveled in the feeling of rain hitting her skin and the fresh scent of wet earth. Her black tank top was soaked, as were her black skinny jeans. Martha walked barefoot, feeling the wet leaves and mud squish through her slender petit toes. She giggled at herself enjoying the moment to herself.
Martha wasn’t cold. She seemed to have a natural resistance to it, or was simply used to it. She had always had a habit of going out in the rain without a jacket. Even during the cold spring and fall months. She looked around observing the lush greenery of the forest like park. Martha thought about the animals and creatures that lived there. She stopped when she noticed a wolf watching her from a nearby tree stump. Its green piercing eyes bore into her, but not in a threatening way. The wolf almost seemed as though it wanted to tell her something. Thunder roared overhead....... to be continued.
the prologue to this book, vampire virtues: the prologue, can be purchased on lulu.com and amazon.com. also available for download.
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