I awoke to find myself in a bedroom I didn’t recognize. My heart racing, I sat up trying to remember
what happened. When the trip to London
resurfaced I regretted it.
“How the hell did I get to London?” I hadn’t realized I’d
spoken out loud until James’ voice came out of a shadowed corner of the room.
“We brought you here for your protection. Do you remember?”
“James! What the hell
are you doing hiding there?”
“Kris and I wanted to be sure you were well. What do you remember?”
“Yeah. Kind of. I know we didn’t take a flight here. How did Kris do whatever it was he did?”
James didn’t answer at first. I was about to get up and beat the answer out
of him when he spoke again.
“Emma, the world I am about to tell you of must be kept
secret. If it were common knowledge,
many lives would be in danger. Do you
understand?”
“Sure,” the confusion and disbelief must have shown in my
face because quicker than I could blink, James was leaning over me pinning me
to the bed with an intensity I hadn’t seen from him since meeting him.
“I am in utmost earnest with this request.”
“Okay,” I blinked, “No one will find out from me. I give you my word.”
“And I will hold you to it,” James backed off to sit in the
chair next to the bed and gestured toward a huge photo on the wall.
The photo was of some mountains taken near sunset. The golden light washed over the ancient
hills in amazing contrast to the verdant shades covering them.
“Our story starts there.
The Isle of Skye. Our people were
driven from the Isle centuries ago.”
“What people? What
does this have to do with how we got to London from Germany?” I was totally
lost.
“Because we are what you Americans call werewolves.”
I didn’t know what to say to his matter-of-fact statement, “Excuse
me?”
Great story. I will come back to read the rest. Now "Werewolves in London" is playing in my head!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Please do stop back to catch the rest.
DeleteCan't wait to read further.
ReplyDeleteThanks. I love hearing that!
DeleteGood story. And, Lumdog, thanks for putting "Werewolves in London" in my head too. :)
ReplyDeleteDammit...as much as I like Warren Zevon I don't need that song in my head :p
ReplyDeleteGreat segment to the story. I love how distinct you have made the characters with the dialogue and speech patterns
Thank you. I really wanted to make sure there was that difference in speech since they are suppose to be from different countries. I love to hear that it seems to be working so far!
DeleteWHat can I say? It's howlingly good. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteI remember watching An American Werewolf in London when I was far too young to be watching anything of the kind. I do really enjoy the comedy horror genre.
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking up. Please come back tomorrow for the new challenge.
Thank you!
DeleteWhoa! Totally different flight from my rocket ship to the sun! Love this - mysterious and in that fantasy genre. Will have to read more. Thanks for the little scare, there! Peace, Amy
ReplyDeleteThanks! Glad ya stopped by.
DeleteNow I have that song in my head, too :)
ReplyDeleteI like the tension in this story, like when he urged her to keep the secret of where they were at.
Thanks! Glad to hear the story is working so far.
DeleteWhat a great opening to a fantastical story! I wonder what exactly she just gave her word to... I like the suspense and pacing. Great response!
ReplyDeleteI can tell you, she just gave her word to a lot more than she thought she did. Thank you!
DeleteI didn't start out with that song in my head, but after reading the comments... fun read!
ReplyDeleteYeah. I have to laugh at the song too. That was no where near my mind when I wrote the scene, but, if it fits...
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