The Light of Day

It's Lucy's 16th birthday and she is out with her best friend Jason. Little does she know that she is in for a great surprise when she gets home. But not the good kind of surprises .... Armies will rise to fight her before she is even aware of the powers she posesses.... What will happen to Lucy when she decides to leave, afraid that the people who love her and who she loves will die protecting her or trying? What Lucy doesn't know is that there is a specific reason she can do what she can do which her mother had kept a secret from her all her life. But then again... What hadn't her mother kept a secret from her?


11. The White Mansion

Lucy ran over the field which was on the other side of the fence. The grass was waist high and the sun was burning her skin. She ran but stopped when she reached an abondoned building. You'll feel it deep down, Lucy heard her fathers voice in the back of her mind. She closed her eyes and reached into her unconcioussness. She started walking and when she stopped she was standing in front of a sloppily painted, grey, brick, wall. She let her fingers glide across the cold brick. The wall started shinning with a faint silver. Lucy gasped and pulled her hand back. Then carefully rested her fingers on the same spot on the wall. It started glowing silver again and then faint lines of blue started to appear. Lucy was sucked through and had falling sensation until she realised she was falling. She was falling from the sky and landed on a freshly mown lawn with a hard thump. She stood up and brushed the dirt off her pants and looked up. She recognised it immediately. She was standing outside the white mansion she had been to through the hair stick.

'Who are you?' A man called from a balcony over the door.

'Lucinda Branwright,' Lucy called back up to him. His eyes widened and he jumped down. He was dressed entirely in black and so were the two men who came running out of the mansion after him. They ran over to her and pulled her arms behind her back and held them there in a tight grip.

'Well, well, well, what do we have here?' The first man asked and held a hand out under her chin, 'come to return the Light of Day, I hope sweetheart,'

'No,' Lucy said, kicked him, ripped her arms loose and elbowed them in the face. 'And I don't like when people hold me back or call me "sweetheart",' she said mockingly, 'your training is weak.' She added, 'you should have been able to keep me put, since you are what? One? Two? Years older than me, and have way more experience I assume. But don't worry, I'm only here because I have a deal with Mike,'

'Who?' Asked the man.

Lucy rolled her eyes annoyed, 'Micros,' she then said.

'Well then,' the man said and talked her with his leg. He jumped to his feet and pulled her up holding her arm in a tight grip. 'The holding? No can do. Sweetheart? Sure. I'm Jake, princess,' Lucy didn't try to fight back she just rolled her eyes again. He turned left instead of right when they got inside. There was a similar M.O. as on the other side of the hall just on this side the staircase went up instead of down. They climbed the stairs and led her into a room which turned out to be the room with the balcony from which he had jumped down. Her father was sitting at a large oak desk placed in the middle of the room. The room was painted white not that you could see it many places due to all the bookshelves. The more she came to know about Mike the more convinced she was that he was almost exactly mom's type except for his evil plans.

'Look who came in, she says she has a deal with you,' the man said behind her.

'Let her go,' Mike said without looking.

'But, sir, it's Lucinda Branwright, sir,'

'I know who she is!' Mike snapped, 'We have a deal, and like  me she keeps her promises. She will obey my every order and she is now my second in comman. You will obey her every order unless I say differently understood?'

'But, sir, I beg to disagree, I-'

'I said; Understood?' Mike asked looking up.

'Sir, yes, sir,' he said

'Leave,' Mike said

'Sir, yes, sir,' The man repeated, turned and left.

'How did you know for sure that I would come back?' said Lucy, 'that I keep my promises?'

'Because you're my daughter,' he said and pointed to a small bird sitting by the window. 'She'll show you to your room.' He said and whisteled softly. The bird pulled her head out from under her wing and fluttered out of the room. Lucy followed her without questioning. The bird led her back to the staircase and then up instead of back down. She stopped in front of a door at the middle of the hall.

'Thanks,' Lucy muttered not expecting the bird to answer her.

'You're welcome,' it peeped. Don't underestimate any object in this world, Dominic's voice thundered through her head. Lucy pushed the door open. The room was big and had a large canopy bed with blood-red sheets. There was a black closet across from the bed and another oak desk under the window. It had a bunch of crayons and other colours in old jars and others on it. One of the walls were filled with bookshelves. There was a door next to the canopy bed. Lucy let herself plunge into the soft bed. It was like falling into a cloud. It was first now that she realised how tired and hurt she was. Her whole body was aching. She climbed under the duvet. The tears started to crawl down her cheeks as she thought about everything that had happened over the past month and a half. 


The next morning Lucy crawled out of bed and opened the door next to her bed. It was a bathroom. Most of it was gold. She took a long bath and felt her muscles relax. It felt so good. When she was done she pulled her old clothes back on which still smelled. After all she hadn't brought any. Someone knocked on the door.

'Come in,' she called. The man from yesterday stuck his head through

'Breakfast is ready m'lady,' he said. Lucy felt wierd being called "m'lady" but she supposed it was something her father had set up. Lucy followed him downstairs to the entrance. Across from the main entrance there was another set of doors which he opened for her. The room was big and had a buffet set up. An oval shaped table was placed in the middle of the room. Her father was sitting at one end eating eggs, bacon and toast. He looked so normal. Like he wasn't intending to kill anyone who wasn't a Demonhunter or turning them into one. Lucy took a slice of toast, bacon and some eggs.

'You know bacon is life shortening, right?' She asked

'Your mother used to say that to me everyday, but I can't stop I'm and addict.' He replied. Lucy felt like he had just stabbed her through the chest. 'Anyhow, why aren't you wearing different clothes? I mean yours aren't exactly clean...'

Lucy looked down at her mud and blood stained clothes. 'Well getting fresh clothes wasn't exactly my first priority...'

'Don't worry about it there are some of your mother's old clothes in the closet up stairs. That was her room you know. Before we got married and all that. Go change,' he said. Lucy stood up. 'What you're going now?' Mike asked

'Yeah, I'm not really hungry anyway,' she said and we tip stairs. She pulled the closet doors open. The clothes were neatly stacked and hanging on coat hangers. The clothes were very similar to Lucy's style. She pulled out a hanger at random. It was carrying a light blue summer dress. Lucy pulled it up to her nose. All those years had passed yet it still smelled like her mother. She hung it back into the closet and pulled out a pair of blue-jeans and an orange t-shirt. It felt nice to wear some clean clothes again. She sat down at the desk and started sketching. The day past fast and soon after it was midnight.



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