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The Heir

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Thank you for reading this eBook. This story “The Heir” is copyrighted under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. All rights are reserved by the owner and creator of this work, Ary Rodriguez, and any unauthorized copying, broadcasting, manipulation, infringement of this copyright is punishable by law.

Prologue

It was a chilly night in late November. The sun had set at just before six, earlier than yesterday, and soon the moon took its place. It was a full moon, shining with all its glory. The street lamps were on and the neighborhood was calm as always.

As she drove up her driveway, Lauren didn't notice the eerie silence or cold darkness that surrounded her home. She was too excited to pay attention to her surroundings. She'd just gotten great news and couldn't wait to share them with the world. She couldn’t wait to share her great news with Cade.

She'd just taken a few steps past her living room when she almost slipped and fell. Lauren braced herself on the wall and moved her foot around looking for the slippery spot. When she found it she lifted her foot and reached down with her free hand to touch the liquid at the bottom of her shoe. Her hand came away wet with a sticky substance.

It must be a spilt soft drink.

She'd probably forgotten to dispose of her can and somehow the dog had found it and dumped it on her floor. Either that or pee-it better be soda. She sighed and shook her head it was time to get that puppy a sitter or trained.

She'd just stepped into her kitchen when she almost fell for the second time. Frustrated she cursed the dog, threw her bag to the floor and felt around for the switch. She turned on the light and immediately wished she hadn't.

The sticky liquid was all over the place.                                           

It was on the floor, the walls, the ceiling and her counters-everywhere. That wasn't the worse of it, her table and chairs were broken to pieces and lying all over the floor. Her kitchen window was shattered and most of the walls had holes in them. Fist sized holes or bigger.

Shocked she turned around and went back towards her living room turning on the hallway light and then stopped in her tracks. The hallway light shined enough into her living room and she could see that the same destruction awaited her there as in the kitchen.

Then she heard it.

Labored breathing; the kind taken by someone who was dying.

On legs made of jelly she stepped into her living room and turned on the light. No the destruction here was not the same as in her kitchen-it was worse. There were five bodies lying in her living room. Four of them appeared to be dead-one of them was her dog. They were all bloody and suddenly she realized what was splattered all over her floor, walls, ceiling, on her furniture and on her finger.

BLOOD

It was no longer bright, healthy, red but dark blood. Old blood. Drying blood. The blood that should have been pumping through veins was splattered all over her home as if it was part of some sinister abstract painting.

She felt her own blood rushing through her body. Felt her heart pumping it. Felt it drain from her face when she looked closely at the bodies. Felt it turn cold when her gaze landed on the one that was still breathing.

A gasp escaped past her numb lips. Lauren took an involuntary step back bumping into the hallway wall behind her. She braced one hand on the wall and the other she brought it up to her mouth to cover her scream of horror.

Slowly and weakly he turned his head to look at her. His face and body were disfigured; caught between human and something she thought only existed in movies. His eyes, she recognized those eyes. She would recognize them anywhere. They were the last pair of eyes she saw every night before she fell asleep and the first ones that she saw every morning when she first woke up.

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