Chapter 3 teaser

ok for those of you who are caught up and are ready for chapter 3 read it if you wish if your not please don't but you can nothing should be really explained.


Amy stared at Annette as she descended the stairs Lee right behind her. They had agreed not to say anything to her about what had happened, she would tell them when she felt she was ready to. Annette stood there at the foot of the stairs her head down and her black hair making a black curtain around her. Amy and May wanted to rush up and hug her but Max's hand on their shoulders prevented them from doing that. May looked up and gave him her best 'please can I?' stare which Max looked away before it could take effect. Lee had his hands in his pockets looking out the window. Annette grabbed her black cloak and slipped into it, she whispered something about going outside and swept out into the cold.

The wind blasted on her face as she walked down the trail head, past the newcomers house and to the meadow she and Lee used to hang out at. Before everything became unbearably painful and rough. Annette sat down, on the ground her back up against an old willow tree she brought her knees up and just stared at the pond. The fish were happily swimming around and some were even jumping up. Annette felt her eye lids get heavy and her and head began to loll. She rested it against the old willow and shut her eyes just for a few moments.

Someone walked into the clearing hood drawn up on his cloak, he held what looked like a pad in his hands and a pencil in his other. He sat down in front of the sleeping girl and sweeped her dark black hair away from her right eye. He tucked the piece behind her ear, flipped his pad open and began to sketch the girl. His hands swiftly moved across the paper his eyes never leaving hers, his hands guided the pencil in swift motions. When he was done he slowly got up and disappeared into the shadows as she was beginning to wake. Annette sat up with jolt, someone had been here she could smell it! Smell it? Since when had her senses been heightened? She looked at her hand and claws were beginning to form!

The door to the house opened and the hooded figure walked in. "Did you do it?" A boy asked he looked around 18 his hair was flaming red, his accent was thick with Irish. He had a black sweater on with black jeans, in his hand he held an acoustic guitar his prized possession.

"Why do you have that out?" The hooded figure asked pointing to the guitar.

"Oh i was just tuning Lily up." Was the simple reply. "So when do we meet her?" he asked.

"Yes I did it, it wont be long." He said his voice a low tenor. "Give or take an hour." He added heading upstairs to put the sketch pad and pencil away.

A scream could be heard in the clearing.