Preveiw of Whitby After Dark - A Vampire Novella

Preveiw of 'Whitby After Dark - Volume 1' Prologue

Lenore Lee (A Vampire Novel) Renamed Whitby After Dark - A Vampire Novella

Preveiw of: Whitby After Dark - A Vampire Novella By Stella Coulson

© Copyright Stella Coulson 2010-2013 All rights reserved.

Dedicated to Paul Jackson – My Reader/Beta, my best friend and without him, this volume would never have been completed. Thank you Paul for all the chocolate bribes to get chapters finished, encouragement and typing out hand written chapters. Love you Paul, you are amazing.

To my Mother – who when I was a child, supported my creative writing and all things artistic.

Thank you to those who read the early chapters posted on various creative writing sites, social networks, facebook etc. Your encouragement and kind words were inspirational.

To Lise -Much thanks for all the emails, nagging and conversations.

Prologue

Whitby, England's Capital of Goths, and hopefully one place I won't, for once, be classified as weird. Weird me, never? Okay, who on earth was I kidding? I thought I saw ghosts for goodness sake. I constantly have dreams and daydreams of specific events happening, that then happen just as I've pictured it. I creep myself out sometimes.

As I lay in bed asleep, the visions happened again. It was the same one I had three nights previous.

I see dim lit shore on the coastline. I hear a man's laughter. I see the girl again. The poor thing is terrified; her blue eyes wide, the fear filling ever fibre of her. A dark figure reaches for her, brushes her face with his hand.

''Please..., don't... Not again.'' She pleaded.

The girl trembled as he leaned in towards her. He laughed again. She then froze. It wasn't just her being still. Nothing about her moved. The girl was petrified and couldn't move at all. She had become a living statue, Couldn't move, Couldn't plead, Couldn't scream. The fear was so stale I could taste it, I felt sick with it. There was nothing I could do. This dream had happened before,I've already seen it happen. I couldn't stop it. I was helpless. The vision smacked into me again. I saw the man move his face nearer and nearer. I was now in her body. I felt what she felt, her helplessness, and her memories of how he'd touch her every night, her pleading him 'NO'. He wouldn't stop he'd never stop. I felt him touch her/my body and unable to do anything about it. I was out the scene again. The poor girl was only about 12 yrs old, a child, innocent, till he took everything from her. Her mind was like tidal wave of pain. It washed over me and the dark figure.

''They will never believe you'' he whispered.

Her mind cried out. It was unbearable. It filled my every pore. It happened again, she dropped to the floor. She was dead.

Whitby After Dark by Stella Coulson.

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