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You Can't Escape From Justice

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You Can’t Escape from Justice

Selena

Kit was just a normal kid in what he thought was a normal family until and he was happy with his life until one day his entire world was destroyed in an instant.

Photo Credit: Singer Katie Melua

You Can't Escape From Justice Part 01

You Can't Escape From Justice Part 02

You Can't Escape From Justice Part 01

Author: 

  • Michelle SidheElf Amaianna

Caution: 

  • CAUTION: Violence

Audience Rating: 

  • Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication: 

  • Serial Chapter

Genre: 

  • Magic

Character Age: 

  • Teenage or High School

TG Themes: 

  • Fresh Start

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  • Magic

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You Can’t Escape from Justice Part 01

Selena
Selena

Kit was just a normal kid in what he thought was a normal family and he was happy with his life until one day his entire world was shattered in an instant.

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Chapter One:

I was born in Weaver, Illinois to Sara and Kit Walker, they named me Kit, I had two older sisters Willow, was the oldest and Dalia was the second oldest. Growing up in my family was far from a normal and uneventful life because even though I was a dud and had no magic, my mother and sisters did, and I knew all about The Unseen. They were always using magic around the house and I was so jealous. My sisters however were never malicious about it and were extremely kind to me. They would always play with me and usually didn’t mind me spending time with them if they had friends over.

I had a good family life. I’d been happy then, completely oblivious to the world, some can even say naíve. The first time I knew there was something different about my parents was when I overheard one of their conversations. They spoke about something called the White Rose and mentioned The Order several times. Being twelve at the time, I didn’t really put much stock in it. I should have paid more attention.

My entire world was shattered by a single event, which occurred shortly after my twelfth birthday.

I was coming home from school, happy that I got good grades on my newest report card. I wanted to show my parents how well I was finally doing. My joy and excitement were short-lived and abruptly turned into anxiety when I turned onto our street and saw that my mother was not in the garden tending to her roses, like she was everyday. My anxiety abruptly turned to fear and dread when I saw that the front door was hanging off its hinges.

I shook my head, trying to squash the memories and the pain that they brought with them. A curtain of my jet black hair fell across my face, I tucked it back behind an ear and continued to move stealthily along the rooftops as I followed my suspicious quarry. I glanced toward the horizon to check the suns position in the sky and it was almost dusk.

After that fateful day I vowed never to be complacent again and I also vowed that no matter how long it took, I was going to make them all pay for what they had done.

******

I discovered them on Wednesday on my way home. The Order, more scum for the chopping block. I had noticed someone acting suspiciously and on a hunch I followed him to a white Victorian style home with columns out front. I noticed several other men heading toward the house as well and they went inside and into some kind of lounge. I looked more closely and I noticed wooden stakes and many elegant silver swords in racks along the wall, feeling that my hunch was correct I stepped through a shadow near me and into a shadow under the window of the lounge.

There were at least twelve of them in the room.

I listened to their conversation and what I heard shocked me. “You remember that Were we found last month in the woods,” said the leader whose name was apparently Jason. “We pinned him to the ground with our swords and dripped hot wax in his eyes, then John you had the brilliant idea to beat him with the flat of our blades.”

“He begged for us to stop and asked why we would do such a thing to him, and then we beat him more,” loud raucous laughter echoed out the window, and I could not believe that they enjoyed such cruelty.

I thought that was the end but they went on, “then when he pleaded for us to end it we built that pyre and slowly burned the monster alive,” more gouts of laughter drifted out the window.

“The lord must be proud of us for removing another one of the devil’s children from the world,” said one man.

“Amen,” said the others.

“Speaking of which I’ve heard rumors of a filthy bloodsucker in the woods,” “Lets find him, and put this liquid silver into his bloodstream, after we stake him down and watch him screen for a couple hours.”

More laughter then another man spoke up, “lets not forget to cut off his eyelids and drip hot wax into his eyes the whole time,”

After the laughter died down I heard Jason say. “After several hours of that we should burn off his limbs one at a time, then slowly roast him over a fire, and then put him in a clearing where he will get plenty of sun and watch him writhe before his end.”

Cheers and shouts of approval from the men at their excitement of doing such cruel thing, sickened me these men were the real monsters.

“Lets go find the another of Satin’s spawn this Thursday night and send him from this world in a blaze of God’s light. Meet back here tomorrow night at 9:30 and we will arm ourselves for the hunt,” Jason said.

Knowing I had to act quickly I stepped back through the shadow under the window and began to move quietly, but quickly towards the forest.

******

I made it to the forest in around twenty minutes, I moved from treetop to treetop with the effortless grace I had mastered during my intense training. I searched for hours, using the many years of tracking in my arsenal but I was unable to locate the vampire who was supposed to be located in the woods.

Resigning myself to the fact that I would have to shadow The Order tomorrow evening I returned home to grab a shower and what little sleep I could before starting the new day.

******

The next day was uneventful and when evening arrived, I waited silently within view of the leader’s home for them to gather to go out on their hunt.

At first I feared I had missed them and was about to head to the forest when they started to arrive. It took them little over an hour to get properly organized and then they were on their way.

Returning my gaze to the men I followed them for another twenty minutes until they reached the forest. I moved silently from the rooftops to the treetops and shadowed them as they tried to move quietly through the forest. I say try because they didn’t have the proper training to move as stealthily as I could.

I decided to scout ahead of them to see if I could find the vampire first and if I determined he was not a monster then I would both warn him and help him escape or I might even protect him. I found him about three minutes later, he was very handsome with strong broad shoulders, and his muscles were visible under his shirt even from this distance. He was laying on his back gazing up at the stars, his long white hair a cushion under his head. I was too late to warn him though, because as soon as I saw him I realized The Order did as well.

******

The vampire noticed them as well, because he stood and looked them over and in a very pleasant voice he said, “Good evening gentleman what can I do for you this fine evening.” I looked into his eyes and could see the gentleness and sincerity there, I also could see laugh lines on his face. His words also helped to convey his gentle demeanor.

“We want you to die you bloodsucker,” they shouted, I was alarmed to notice that they had encircled the glade without my notice and had him surrounded.

“I have done no harm to anyone,” he said, and I could tell he was sincere.

“We don’t care all monsters must die, it is God’s will,” Jason stated as they started to advance toward him.

Realizing that this vampire was not a monster like many of his kind, and that he should be protected, I silently dropped down from the trees behind one of the Order and using my knife I slit his throat and silently lowered his body to the forest loam.

I then slipped up behind another of the men and silently dispatched him in a similar manner and proceeded from one to another until I had eliminated six of them, opening up a gap in their ring. I silently gestured from the undergrowth for him to take the chance and escape. He did and as soon as he was clear I stepped through a shadow and back through to one nearer to my home.

When I returned home I cleaned myself up and weary from the days activities I climbed into bed to get as much sleep as I could before the new day.

******

I was thinking about that handsome vampire I had seen last night and wondering if I would see him again. My shoulder being lightly shaken and a voice saying, “Selena did you hear that?” snapped me back to the present.

“Sorry I was just thinking,”

“You seem to do that quite a bit these days,” Julie said.

“I have a lot on my mind Jules, what didn’t I hear by way.”

“That due to an incident today, there will be no school Monday, so some emergency maintenance can be conducted on some of the school systems,“ she said.
Just then the final bell rang and we went to our lockers to collect our books, our lockers were side by side, we always picked ones next to each other.

“Did you get that homework for Mrs. Kramer done,” she asked.

“No but l have all weekend to do it and Monday,” I replied with a smile.

As we walked out the front doors, a flicker of movement immediately caught my eye, it was the vampire from last night standing under a tree and he was staring directly at me.

I could feel my heart start to beat faster, and then I turned to Julie and said, “Jules I’ll see you later.”

He motioned for me to come over to him and I did, when I got closer he said, “We need to talk.”

End Part 1

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Part 02->

Author's Note
My first major story comments are appreciated

Photo Credit: Singer Katie Melua+

You Can't Escape From Justice Part 02

Author: 

  • Michelle SidheElf Amaianna

Caution: 

  • CAUTION: Violence

Audience Rating: 

  • Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication: 

  • Serial Chapter

Genre: 

  • Magic

Character Age: 

  • Teenage or High School

TG Themes: 

  • School or College Life

Permission: 

  • Posted by author(s)

You Can’t Escape from Justice Part 02

Selena

Kit was just a normal kid in what he thought was a normal family and he was happy with his life until one day his entire world was shattered in an instant.

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Chapter Two:

“This isn’t the kind of conversation that I would like to have in the open, this is the kind of information that should not be publicly bandied about, it could cause me many problems,” I responded, with a glance to check whether other people were nearby.

“I’m sorry but I don’t know a place I only arrived last week and haven’t had the chance to explore yet,” he answered with a shrug.

“That’s alright,” I answered with a smile. “I have the perfect place in mind and we can get out of the rain.”

My smile grew wider as I continued, “that is if you trust me enough not to be leading you into some kind of trap.”

He laughed, it was a rich throaty laugh and then he grinned back, “I don’t think you would have helped me last night if you wanted to harm me, I trust that you intend me no ill”

I couldn’t help but smile at that, so I showed him the way to my house.

“I’m home and I brought a friend,” I said as we entered. I noticed that my mother was cleaning the kitchen because I could hear her, and my father was in his office, because his door was closed and the lights were on.

“We’ll be in my room,” I called as I led him down the stairs and into the large basement, the majority of which was my room. After we entered my room I closed and locked the door.

He turned to look at me and raised his eyebrows and watched me as I walked over toward the wall of my room and spread my fingers and placed my hand on the wall. The spot under my hand began to glow and I pushed. A small door swung inward into an unlit room, I walked in and light the braziers I had found, which illuminated the room fairly well.

Just looking at the room you could tell it was old, the entire wall on the left was covered with weapons of one kind or another in exquisite class cases, and while obviously old the weapons were still in flawless condition though.

The wall to the right was covered from floor to ceiling with books that all appeared to be hand bound and all the spines were covered with intricate flowing script written in some kind of gold. The books appeared aged, but seemed to have withstood the harshness of time. They seemed to exude an aura of power as if the power of those who had written them was imbued within.

The wall directly in front of the door was covered with several alcoves that held pans of what looking to be oil for lighting up the room. In the center of the wall was an intricate emblem of a white rose that seemed to radiate white light from the design.


rose

Under the design were several desks that looked to be there if one wished to peruse the volumes the room held. While in the center of the room was a circular table with several chairs arranged around it, an apparent meeting place for group the room was made by.

The seemed to be some kind of design on the table that looked as if could be a mirror of the symbol on the wall, however it seemed to be fragmented and the pieces that composed it appeared to be bound to the table.

After he entered behind me I walked back to the door and closed it behind him, then I took a seat at the table and motioned for him to do likewise.

He took a chair opposite me and said, “I’m not used to saying something like this but thank you for helping me last night," he looked embarrassed.

I thought it was cute as I could understand how much he would have to struggle to unbend his pride enough to say thank you, and I smiled at him to show that I understood his discomfort.

"I’m Isaac”

I answered him without hesitation, " Selena."

I looked into his eyes and I saw that he was looking at me so intently, that I had his undivided attention.

It made my heart beat faster, no one had ever looked at me like this before.

"We don’t get many vampires around here, tell me a little about yourself" I asked him, genuinely curious.

I glanced up and noticed that he was looking uncomfortable after I asked him that question; He began to move the pieces of the design around absentmindedly, as he though about how to answer my question.

He sighed and began to speak, a faraway look in his eyes. “I wasn’t always a vampire you know and would you believe me if I told you I was just passing through?”

“I’ve heard that before,” I said then had a thought, “so the vampire thing, when did that happen?”

******

“It might be better if I show you.”

“Show me?”

He smiled. “Vampires have gifts. I can share thoughts and memories with a touch. If you’d permit me?”

I nodded. He walked over me and put his fingers on my forehead, gently touching my temples. I found myself closing my eyes. There was this intense rush and then the room seemed to spin. When I opened my eyes, the room was gone. I was standing in a dank, dark street. I looked for Isaac but he was nowhere to be found. Instead I looked down at my hands and realized they were bigger, masculine.

“You’re seeing this through my eyes as if you lived it yourself.”

“This is freaky.”

He laughed. “Should I tell you about myself up to this point?”

“Yes please.”

“I was born a century and a half ago in a town called Wellspring, in Vermont. I had a pretty uneventful life until I reached the age of fifteen, when disease swept the town and took my parents from me. The years following their death were hard but I managed scrape a living, and then in the summer of my eighteenth year I entered the academy of science. It was hard work but I thrived under the conditions there and learned a great many things.”

His voice echoed in my head.

From there it was like I was him. It was late and I was coming home after spending several hours in the library when I heard sobs and loud laughter. Concerned I hurried toward the noise and saw a group of about ten men with wooden clubs, some of which had nails embedded in them. Standing around what looked like a young woman lying on the ground, the man closest to her said that this is what she gets for refusing his suite. Then he kicked her and she cried out.

I knew I had to do something about this so I pushed through and quickly picked her up and managed to get of the circle and run. They were so surprised by my actions that they didn’t do anything for several seconds. I managed to round the corner and turned down the alley and set her down. Run I told her, I’ll buy you some time. She looked at me and told me that they would kill me, I told her I wouldn’t let that happen and to run. She gave me one last look and ran off down the alley, turned on last time and mouthed thank you before she rounded the bend.

I turned around and the men rounded the corner, where is she the one I assumed was the leader bellowed. I didn’t answer, without another word he swung at me with his club, I was so surprised I almost didn’t step back in time. I told him that he had no right to force her to marry him. I quickly chopped the side of my hand into his throat and he fell to the ground coughing, then I kicked him in the head. He fell to the ground with a thud and apparently one of his friends became enraged and charged at me. Lucky for me he slipped in a puddle of water and hit his head hard on the ground then I kicked him in the head until he stopped moving.

Another two men charged me together and when they got into the alleyway they struggled to swing their clubs and got stuck. Ducking under one blow I chopped at the man on the right’s throat and he collapsed. I kicked the other man in the shins and then shoved my palm into his face. As soon as they fell down I heard a hoarse grunt and looked up in time to see one of the men throw their club at me.

I saw it coming but there was no way or time to avoid it; it clipped me in the side of the head and a nail cut into my shoulder. I collapsed on my back and my vision began to swim. I saw what looked like a woman jump over me and I heard what sounded like several necks snap, and then what I thought was the sound of clubs hitting the ground. Then I heard a voice in a cruelly quiet hiss say, “run for your lives filth,” that gave me chills, and then I heard screams, the word ’Monster’ and running feet.

Then I felt someone pick me up as if I weighed nothing and heard in my ear a voice say. ‘Don’t you die on me.’ That was the last thing I heard before I passed out.

When I came around I saw that I was in a dark room, but I seemed to be able to see fine by the dim light of a lantern.

I heard that voice again say, ‘So your aware now, you know you almost died,’ and then I heard her laugh it sounded like bells.

I went to sit up and the instant I though about it, I was upright. I easily located her sitting in a chair watching me and I noticed I was incredibly thirsty. She smiled at me and I saw fangs, to say I jumped would be an understatement. I was on my feet with the back to the wall looking at her before I had even though about it. ‘Why so surprised, you just like me now,’ she said. That was when I noticed that my heart wasn’t racing; I placed one of my fingers in my mouth and found fangs there.

“Why,” I asked her.

“You saved Heather from that brute, speaking of which I bet you’re thirsty here,’ she reached behind her and tossed the man from the other night at me.

I saw the skin on his throat and my instincts took over, I grabbed him and bit deep, drinking my fill.

I dropped his body to the ground and looked up at her.

“Why, did you do this to me,” I asked again.

“You were dying and I couldn’t save you, and you had gotten hurt saving Heather from him,” She gestured at the body on the ground.

“You also seemed to a worthy companion to me, I have been very lonely this past century, my name is Willow,” she did indeed sound lonely.

The room rushed around me after that, it was so dizzy I closed my eyes. When I reopened them a moment later, I was back in my own room and Isaac was standing before me.

“I spent the better part of a century with her, then I lost her one evening when men of The Order found her while she lay sleeping and staked her, while I was out hunting. I came back just as they did it and I lost myself in rage. I’ve been wandering around the country ever since.”

******

Isaac felt that he had to protect her, not just to return the favor, because he felt she was special.

"If I may ask why were you following them last night?" his tone was now insistent he really wanted to know.

She glanced down and noticed that the design on the table was looking quite a bit more like the design on the wall.

“I was seeking justice for my family,” I answered my voice cold and merciless.

“How does killing them provide justice for your family,” he asked.

I tried to hold back the emotions as I recalled that day.
“I came home one day shortly after I turned twelve, the moment I turned onto our street I knew something was wrong, my mother was always in her garden tending to her roses, and she wasn’t that day. When I got closer I could see that our front door was hanging off its hinges.

“I was so scared, but my concern for my family pushed me on, the place was trashed, broken glass on the floor, pictures were smashed, and when I got to the kitchen my father was tied, to a chair and there we cuts all over him and the other things that had been done to him,” the memories became too much and I broke down in tears.

Isaac rushed to her side and tried to comfort her and he was somewhat successful as she managed to regain her composure.

“I’m sorry.” he said, “I didn’t realize how traumatic an experience you’ve lived through.

He turned to the design in the middle and moved one last piece and the design looked completed, just then there was a loud grinding noise and they both looked up at the wall with the rose design and it was splitting into four pieces each moving toward a separate corner and the white rose began to turn to black.

There was an alcove behind the rose and inside of it was a large black box.

The box was as black as midnight, to look at it was like looking down a dark hole, it seemed to suck the light from the room.

End Part 2

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