Rushes of angry foreign words as the priest keeps glancing back at me and Jolene before turning his head back to the man who came to the door.
“Jessabel, I don’t like this.” Jolene called to me from the window.
I went across the room to her side, “What’s going on?” I looked out and had to grab the edge of a table to steady myself. “Shit. That’s a lynch mob.” My worst fear has come true.
“Jessa, it gets worse. Look who is leading it.” Jolene pointed to two figures on a brown and white horse. They turned just right so we could see the woman’s face, “Coira.”
“Double shit. I think she is still ticked about the other night and the marriage.” I turned to the priest, fell to my knees and begged for our lives. “Father, please grant us sanctuary. Please. I promise we are not what they think we are.”
He glared back at us, “I know exactly who you are, Witches! I carry the proof!” He held up the battered and stained diary he was just reading to us allowed. “You will get a trial by water, may God have mercy on your souls.”
The gruff man who knocked and a companion from the angry mob rushed forward with lengths of rope. They tied us up and dragged us outside. Jolene’s screams ring in my ears as we are thrown over horses, precariously balancing like teeter-totters, forced to hope we didn’t fall as the riders sped off at a full gallop. The crowd of people jeering and laughing all the way to the pond.
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After some technical difficulties with Amazon and last minute edits, The Perfect Murder is up and ready for your purchase! It is a Satirical/Dark Comedy How-To-guide to committing the perfect murder told by an inmate of a women’s prison, as recorded by her psychiatrist.
Abagail Maxion is an inmate in Women’s State Penitentiary #301 in Osceola, Missouri for 15 homicides. Doctor Jade Monroe, is pleading with the parole board to vote against her release; believing that Maxion will kill again if given the chance. The Perfect Murder is Dr. Jade Monroe’s notes complied as evidence to prove her theory, ending with the board’s decision.
This tag was created by Kristina Horner on youtube and I found it on Zoe Ambler’s blog Zoe Ambler-Author and decided to do it myself.
1. How many times have you done NaNoWriMo?
This is just my second year.
2. How did you first find out about NaNoWriMo?
I’d seen it everywhere, on the internet and even on tv. Decided to check it out.
3. What was the name of the first novel you attempted with NaNo?
Naturally Luna. My first NanoWriMo and my first (and only so far) werewolf novel. I didn’t finish it during November, but I had made it over halfway. I just got too busy and lack of inspiration for that book.
4. Give us a 1 sentence summary of what you’re writing this year.
Vampire meets girl, changes girl to save her and she doesn’t deal with it well.
5. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever been given?
Just keep writing!
6. Did you ever take a year off from NaNo? Why?
Nope, too early for me to do that yet.
7. What’s your biggest inspiration when figuring out what to write?
I don’t really have a big inspiration because my ideas tend to come out of nowhere. I guess you could say life or my crazy random brain.
8. Read us the first sentence from one of your novels.
The first paragraph from the upcoming To Paint A Vampire (this year’s NaNoWriMo project):
The two-story ten-bedroom mansion was gorgeous, two big bay windows on either side of the dark wood front door. Light grey stone created the huge structure with a small awning to protect the owners cherry Mustang. Sadly the vast green lawn was missing a bit of color to soften the harsh look of the yard. It was just a big green slab with nothing to break it up.
9. Why do you love writing?
I don’t know if I love writing as much as I have the need to write. I have to write to clear my head or I think it will explode. I do love to write because it is cathartic and I get to share my stories, but it is also a necessity for me.
If you’re also doing NaNoWriMo this year I’d love to read your answers to these questions! Let me know what you’re writing this yea!
Chapter 1-The Snap
“Hey Dad, are the guys coming over for a game today?” I asked walking into the kitchen putting my long curly red hair into a loose hanging pony tail.
“Yea they are supposed to be here in an hour or so. Why?” Dad said as he put his cereal bowl in the sink and rinsed it out.
“Just wondering; is there any point in asking if I can finally play this time? Or am I still confined to watching from the sidelines?”
“Only one way to know is ask, Jez.” He said turning around and smiling.
Just then my step-mom came in carrying her yappy Pomeranian, “All she has to do is ask what? The answer is still no if you are trying to get out of going on the road with your father. I didn’t babysit your brothers during football season and I am not babysitting you. Besides it is your last year to spend time with your father until you move out and go to college.”
“Thank you Hayden, but that is not what I was asking. Dad, may I play in the backyard ball game with you guys today?”
“I will never understand you, why can’t you be like other girls and want to go shopping or something? It is not normal for a girl to want to rough house with a bunch of boys.” She set her dog down while she got him food out of the fridge.
“It’s ok that she’s not a girly-girl. You’re 17 now, and I think you could handle yourself out there why not? But unless you plan on playing in your pajamas, I think you should go change.” Dad said as he crossed the kitchen and put his hand on my shoulder.
I gave him a hug, “Thank you Daddy.” Then I ran off to my room to change into cut-off jean shorts and an old tee-shirt. I quickly braided my hair into two pigtails then wrapped them into a bun to keep from being pulled, or stepped on.
“Ok, Jezebel this is your shot to show us what you’re made of. Hike the ball and block Xavier for me. He will go easy on you since you’re a girl…no offense. Mike, find a hole and take it. I will get you the ball.” Dad said addressing my oldest brother Mike.
Mike asked, “How am I supposed to get past the Truck?” referring to our middle sibling who is as big as a small house.
“Well John will probably be too occupied watching what happens to your sister, and Bryce will come straight after me. For the first play this will work, second play will have to be a running one.”
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“Did you hear the news?” My friend Stephanie asked as we sat down in history class. She was bubbling over with giddiness.
“What news?” I asked thinking that they finally let Old Man Jackson retire from his janitorial position. The poor guy spent most of his time trying to remember what he is doing than actually cleaning.
“You know how Mr. Lear had that mental breakdown a few weeks ago? Well they finally found a full time replacement. He is supposed to be here shortly to finish up paperwork.”
Mr. Lear was our gym teacher until he found the boys in the locker room setting themselves on fire with that spray deodorant, “Hatchet.” That was like the third or fourth time he caught them (in the first week of school), and he just snapped. No one really knows what exactly happened, but he started throwing things around and then attacked a student who supposedly came after him with a lighter and the deodorant pointed at him.
“What’s his name? Have you seen him yet?” It always pays off to have a friend that is related to the principal. They usually have all the good details. “Wait, the day is practically over why am I just hearing about this?”
“I found out last hour and this is the first time I seen you since then. My mom kept it hush-hush, until I overheard it in the office.” She said as she leaned down to get a notebook out of her backpack. “Besides we graduate in a few months, it’s not that big of a deal for us who the new teacher is.”
“Oh it is a big deal, I like to know from whom I am being yelled at.” Was all I could say before the bell rang. I smiled thinking about graduating and no longer having to wake up early. Then I began taking notes as Mrs. Johnson started writing them on the whiteboard.
Halfway through our lesson about Czarist Russia, I caught the scent of something new and fantastic. There was a hint oak wood mixed with some type of ocean-scented soap, subtle but oh so mouthwatering. I had to find out what it was, so I asked to go to the bathroom and headed out in search for the source.
I followed the scent to the front of the school and just as I turned the corner I saw a man in a black jogging suit shaking hands with the principal. Before I could process any more of his appearance I heard a strange female voice growl, “Mate!” Then felt quick, sharp needling pain as my body shifted into a wolf. I could hear the sound of my clothes ripping as my body changed shape and stretched them past their limits.
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True to his word Julian took me back to Uncle Kevin’s house the next day and dropped Olive off at a hotel. Leaving me alone to unfurl her plan of getting me out of the house; it was simple yet intricate, get me out of their house and hope it shakes them off our trail.
I explained how I wanted I wanted to get out on my own, now that I was engaged. I just wanted to live on my own and get a sense of single living before I got married. They understood, but still wanted me to check in every once in a while, and keep working at the pub.
I told them I would keep in touch with them, but that Julian wants to take care of me. He wants me to focus my attention on my schoolwork instead of working. “I won’t be living with him, he just wants to pay my bills so I don’t have to work.”
They were not too happy about that, and tried to argue that I wouldn’t actually be making it on my own if he was paying my way. I told them that I understood that, but it was the only way he would let me move out on my own, we made a sort of compromise and this was it.
It took a little more persuading but they buckled. Still promising to check in with them, I went upstairs and packed my things. I then called for a cab and joined Olivia at a hotel across town. The next few days were just about Olivia teaching me about the world of Legends and settling into the two-room hotel suite.
On the third of January we enrolled Olive into school. Lunch was the first time I was able to get her together with David and Alistair, to make the proper introductions. “I know I told you that Olivia was Julian’s sister, but she is actually my best friend from back home.”
Alistair was first to ask questions, “Why did you lie? When did you start dating our teacher? How long have you known he is a vampire?”
“What?!? You didn’t tell Kevin did you? I thought you guys cleared him after the other day.” I was shocked they had figured it out, I honestly thought we were safe.
“We haven’t told Kevin, because until now it was just our suspensions.” I could hear the anger creeping into his voice.
I told him how I first met Julian on the plane, and how he brought me back my hoodie. I explained that I’d had only known he was a vampire for a few days, and then I dropped the bombshell, “in the past week I have not only learned that my fiancé is a vampire, but that I am…a Banshee. I can’t pronounce the Irish word for it.”
Neither said anything for a while just let it sink in. Olivia was the first to talk, “I told you they wouldn’t understand. Aren’t you glad I got you out of the hunter’s house?”
“We are OK with a Bean Sidhe, and a Morrigan. You don’t actually harm humans, though I cannot say the same for Kevin. He is a true Legend hunter.” David interjected.
“Who said anything about a Morrigan?” Olivia shrewdly watched David for any sudden movements.
“It’s possible that you are not a Morrigan, but they tend to gravitate towards banshees and really work well together because of…the type of work they do.” Alistair told us.
“OK now that we all know the truth are we cool or are we in danger? Is Julian in danger from you and Kevin?” I gingerly asked.
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Goodbye Dreyerswood, Hello Dublin
“Mom! Have you seen my earrings?” I asked frantically searching my almost empty jewelry box. I was searching for the pair my parents got me for Christmas, they were white gold Celtic knots in the shape of a triquetra. I wanted to wear them on my two flights to Ireland, but could not find them anywhere.
Mom came into the room and watched as I went from my desk that held my jewelry box, then to my dresser where I liked to mindlessly leave things from time to time. “Which earrings and where did you last see them?”
“The Celtic knots, and I last wore them to my clarinet recital at the end of last school year. I haven’t worn them since then.” I said throwing my black sweater into my open carry-on bag and turning back to the dresser top.
“Did you check the bathroom soap dish? I think I might have seen them in there when I double checked for your rosary yesterday.” She said leaning against the doorframe and crossing her arms.
“Was my rosary in there? I thought I sent that on ahead with my big suitcase.” I said as I rushed past her thinking if I did not send my rosary I may have missed the earrings as well and do not want to fly without them. Not only were they my favorite pair, but they were sort of a good luck charm. Every time I wore them I would have the greatest day, so I save them for special occasions. I view taking my first flight overseas, let alone anywhere, as a special occasion.
She hollered after me, “I made sure the rosary made it in the suitcase, if you forget something we can always send it later.” I could hear the smile in her voice, I’m going to miss that voice waking me up every day or calling me to dinner, I thought, as I walked into the bathroom and over to the sink.
There in the pink seashell soap dish were my earrings and my class ring that I had totally forgot about. “Got them, Mom!” I hollered back to her. Carefully I picked them up and put them in my pocket for tomorrow, and put my ring in its rightful place: my left hand ring finger, then headed back to my room to make sure I have not forgot anything else.
I walked into my room and the first thing I see is clothes scattered everywhere! Mom had taken everything out of my suitcase and was re-folding and packing it…again. “Mom, that is like the fifth time you have repacked my suitcase.”
“I know Hon, but every time I fix it, you add more stuff to it and it needs fixed again.” She said folding my favorite pink hoodie but just as she placed it in the suitcase, I snagged it back out and put it on.
“No. I’m wearing this on the plane, I want to be comfortable.” I pouted, she keeps trying to talk me out of wearing it because it is old and worn but that is what I love about it. If I am going to be on two long flights and meet a family I have not met before, I am going to do it comfortably!
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