Vampire - In the Beginning (Vampire Series Book 1) (10 page)

"I'm not stupid!" Mary would snap, "But is there a need to be quite
so
rude and ill mannered?"  Kate would often shrug her shoulders and say, "It's the world I live and work in, Mar..."

Mary knew that after taking over her father’s business of being an agent to the rich and famous, Kate, in fact, had no other choice but to associate with the rabble (Mary's name for Kate's associates and friends), and sometimes she felt guilty for her criticism of them.  She knew that Kate was sometimes hurt by her remarks, she could tell by the expressions on her face, and she was certain that Kate thought that she was criticising her career.  Several times, Mary had tried to rectify this by adding that she knew Kate wasn't like them, but she just didn't like the crowd Kate hung out with.  Mary, however, wasn't very good at expressing herself, especially under pressure, and so she normally ended up sounding even more scathing and dismissive of Kate's work than she did previously.

Trying unsuccessfully to snuggle down further into the unyielding chair, Mary looked around the carriage.  It was empty.  The one person other than her, who had been seated in the carriage when she had entered at Petersfield, got off a couple of stops later, which meant that Mary had the carriage to herself.  She therefore hoped that no one else would enter, but knew that it was unlikely, so she closed her eyes and enjoyed the peace while she could. 

Her eyes were only closed for about five minutes when she felt an overwhelming sense of rage enter.  The hairs on the back of her arms and her neck stood on end, and her heart started to beat wildly in response to the presence.  Mary spun around, trying to see the entity, but panicking because she couldn't see the spirit.  The malice that engulfed her was almost palpable and her body shivered in fear in response to the entity.

Suddenly she was shoved with extreme force into the back of the chair, her arms held firmly in place by the invisible enemy.

"
Leave...go home...go home...go home, go home, go home, go home, gogogogoGOGOGOGOGOGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
"

The high pitched scream echoed with needle-sharp pain in Mary’s ears.  She wanted to wrap her arms around her head; but was unable to, due to the spirit’s weight bearing down on her body holding her in place. 
Oh my God!
she silently screamed, unable to shout due to the pressure on her chest.  W
hat is it, oh dear God, what is it?

"
Leave, go...I will kill you...go home, go home, gogogogoGOGOGOGOGOGOGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
"

Over and over the bellowing rant engulfed her senses, drowning her mind and body in its icy cold grip.  Mary felt her mind descending into a black hole, spiralling down, down into an abyss that she struggled against, but couldn't climb out of, and the only escape was to give in and allow it to consume her.

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She's running along a sandy beach, the warm breeze tugging gently at her long dark hair, lifting it and caressing her long neck like a lover’s kiss.  She laughs in abandonment and it's a sound filled with joy and wonder.  Suddenly the magical scene is shattered by the bellow of a gruff voice.  The girl turns sharply.  She's afraid of the man, and although she knows him well - he stalks her day and night.  She turns reluctantly from the water’s edge and starts to trudge back towards him.  The key in her mind turns the lock inside her prison, the fun is gone, and once again she returns to a place that for her is hell - a place no child should inhabit.

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Mary gasps for breath as she rises up from the abyss into which she had fallen.  Forgetting that she is, in fact, on a train, she jumps up off the seat and then suddenly falls back, unsteady on her feet from the lurching of the carriage. 

"
What was that?
" she whispers to the empty space, but of course, no one answers.  She quickly scans the now sterile and empty carriage, the air is still, and there is no sign of the menacing intruder.

Closing her eyes, she leans back against the scratchy textured fabric of the chair, a breath escaping her lips in a long, drawn-out sigh. 

"We are approaching Woking station. Please stay in your seats until the train stops." 

The unnatural sounding train voice startles Mary, and she feels her heart speed up, and places her hand to her chest to still the rapid beating. 
What’s happening to me?
she silently asks.  Fear and trepidation concerning this new and unknown element of her 'gift', alarms her, and now more than ever she
inwardly raves against the curse.

Raking her hands through her hair, she tries to steady her nerves.

"Bloody hell!  Get a grip!" she mutters irritably to herself as she stands up and pulls the two large holdalls off the overhead rack in preparation for leaving the train.  The next stop being Clapham Junction, the change she needs to make in order to get to Victoria Station, which was just a few minutes’ walk from Kate's apartment.

Well, let's hope I make it to Kate's without the added bonus of thousands of ghosts,
her inner voice shouts,
and in one piece would be even better,
she adds scathingly.

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