Turn Around (The coldest girl in Coldtown competition)

Did you ever feel like you were being watched, like the monster under your bed isn't just a childhood fear. Well you're right.

They hide in the darkness and the shadows, they hunt you till your back is against the wall and there is no where left to run. They feed off your fear, and rejuvenate themselves with your blood. They are the undead.

There is a way to survive, they will not harm you if you know they are their, It's their only law, their only rule. So if you want to stay alive. Turn around.


8. Stories

Sat in my father's study, I thought back over the last few minutes. They went off in my head like an unstoppable film, playing over and over again.

My father was leaning over an old book, searching through the pages. Finally he stopped on one and grinned with enthusiasm, you'd think a man who just found out his daughter practically killed the woman he loved would be more joyless.

"Right, I found it." Says my father.

"Found what?" I demanded. He looked up and his face sobered instantly.

"The story of your past.He announces, his voice no longer cheery and his grin long since gone.

It's that once sentence that seems to cause me to stop functioning momentarily, my heart stopped, my vision blared and my hearing all but disappeared. I didn't want to hear this, I knew my past. I was normal, dammit I was normal! My breathing became erratic and panic set in, strong hands gripped my shoulders and reality returned to me, rescuing me from my thoughts.

"This is important Willow, you need to listen to me." My father's voice broke through the haze in my mind. I nodded and gave him my consent to continue. "In the older days there was conflict between two species, the vampires and the witches. A war raged, until a young vampire girl fell in love with a witch boy. Dangerous as it was, the two could not stay away from each other, eventually the two sides recognised they needed to find some common ground, and so the treaty was created." He took a breather and it looked as if memories were playing over in his head as a conflict of emotions crossed his face.

"Then something happened that neither side counted on," Father paused to stare directly at me, as though checking that I wanted him to continue, I nodded and he went on, "The vampire girl became pregnant. No vampire had ever been able to procreate and yet this one did, not only did she get pregnant, but she had twins. Many wanted to destroy the children when they were born but if they did, the treaty that created peace amongst the races would be nul and void. A boy was born, with the abilities of a vampire, he even thirsted for blood. The second child was a little girl born with the capabilities of a witch, the two were the perfect balance, part human part witch.

On one fateful night, a male vampire who thought the children were abominations, snuck into the house where the family resided and struck down the little boy. His sister would have been next, had the girl's magic not protected her. when that child was lost the mother began to fear for her daughter and decided to take her away." My father stopped and took a deep breath. 

"That daughter was you, Willow." He stopped as I took in the information.

"What... what... What the bloody hell are you talking about! I know I said I did some freaky thing with that fire but that doesn't make me a witch!" I yelled, okay so logically what he was saying was more than likely but this was real life, not fantasy. 

"Just hear me out Willow. Your  mother thought she could pretend it didn't happen any everything would go away, but she lost your brother that day and that was something she couldn't brush away. Your powers were growing and you seemed powerful, more powerful than any child I had ever seen. You were dangerous but your mother couldn't see it and wouldn't listen so she took you away. I warned her but she was consumed by her worry and in the end, that was why she died. 

You can do things willow, not just with fire but with anything, and if you don't learn how to control it, people will get hurt." His voice rose with every word, by the time he was finished he was practically screaming at me. I bowed my head in shame.

"How do I stop it?" I asked in a whisper. 

"You can't, but I'm going to show you how to control it." 


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