Bloodlines

Meeting With A Madman

A/N: Hey guys! This is my new book, Bloodlines. Here's the first chapter so let me know what you think😁

A note before you read-
I'm not Italian or Spanish, so if I've got translations wrong please feel free to correct me
English translations will be at the bottom of the page when appropriate.

So without further ado, I hope you enjoy my story!
Beth xx

Bloodlines

I hadn't expected my quiet evening to turn into quite the dramatic affair that was to develop, as the night drew to a close.

That's the funny thing about life though, isn't it? We watch movies with evil villains from the future and superheroes saving alternate universes, full well knowing it's so far from the truth of the real world. My average, somewhat boring existence changed drastically that night and unbeknownst to me would never be the same again. The new life I was to be thrown into would rival any blockbuster bestseller, with some unique and interesting characters to tell the story along the way.

At least, that's what it felt like, the day I was kidnapped.

Let's rewind and I'll explain everything.

There I was, snuggled up on the sofa under my cosy feather duvet, our ginger Tom cat curled in a ball at my feet, enjoying the warmth my body emitted. In November, England felt bitter. In fact, it maintained a generally low temperature for the best part of the year. That's my opinion anyway, but then mum did often refer to me as a 'cold soul.'

Tonight happens to be the return of my absolute favourite television show; The Walking Dead. I'd been hooked, like the majority of the population, from the start and was anxious for the long and boring lull between seasons to come to an end. It was always worth the wait though, the directors didn't dare disappoint.

"Phwoar! Look at those tight butt cheeks, Tavie."

Holding my phone tight against my ear, I burst out laughing at my best friend's reaction to Norman Reedus on the screen. I have to admit, the guy has a nice ass.

"Sophia," I reply still chuckling, "the man has just impaled his knife into a dead guys face and you're staring at his ass?"

Sophia Atkins has been my best friend ever since Mum and I had moved to the United Kingdom a few years ago. We met halfway through secondary school when I joined, and we immediately bonded, relishing in each other's company like we'd known each other all our lives. A rare friendship indeed. Sophia was a refreshing change from the rest of girls in the school, who hung around in groups dependant on their fashion sense and monetary status. No, Sophia was an independent, headstrong woman that didn't take shit from anyone.

"Absolutely," she affirms, and I can sense the massive grin on her face, "get your priorities right, Tavie."

A smile cracks across my lips, as I study the rugged vision on the TV.

"That's kind of not the point, Soph. Are you even following the story?"

"Ish," she replies sheepishly, and I have to roll my eyes at her tact, "even covered in blood and zombie guts, he is damn fine."

"Sure, he's hot," I agree finally, giving into her. My best friend could talk the hind legs off a donkey, especially when the topic was guys she'd like to bang.

I reached over Tom to draw the curtains, it was already getting dark outside and I felt uneasy staring into the nothingness.

"Did you finish that Literacy homework for Miss Callaway's class tomorrow? It's freaking hard." She moans, suddenly switching off-topic, before releasing a long, drawn-out sigh that sounds like she's carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.