Emma’s Journal – April 14, 1862
by Emma Andrews
Amiens, France,
It’s 3:30 am. There’s a clock somewhere in the chateau and it chimes every fifteen minutes. I listen to it, wait for it, marking time as it passes. Especially in the darkness.
Night is the time of the vampire. That is why it terrifies me so, making each minute, each second, stretch into agonizing lengths crackling with the urgent sense of time moving forward, taking me unprepared to the time when I will confront Marius. And what else, I dare not imagine. Something else, something more terrible, more mysterious. More evil.
I am so afraid. This is my terrible secret. I am supposed to be brave. Everyone depends on me. But I am not brave. Here in the darkness of my tower room in this strange chateau, with that darkness-smothered clock damning me with each tick , I cower. And I think about the night of Beltane, when I must return to England, and meet my destiny
When the time comes, will I know what to do?
December 11th, 2009 at 10:29 pm
I have read each of the entries and find the story to be very enticing. The writing takes you back in time. You can get sucked up inthis very quickly. Good! Can’t wait for the books release.
Muldoon