Bloodlines Read Free

there was a noise that reminded me of sticks breaking. When I turned again, I saw a crack appearing in the floor. I walked over and kicked at it; it was as though I knew what I had to do. When the hole was a couple of inches wide I was sure I saw something and decided to get to it the easy way. I stood a foot away and threw an energy ball at the floor; it ripped through the wood like it was tracing paper.
    I pulled a cloth bag out of the hole. I think originally it must have been white but now it was covered in dirt. I knelt on the floor and opened it carefully, inside was a very old book, handwritten in navy-blue ink. On the front page were five names – John Putnam, William Cutler, Edward Tudor, Arthur Richards and Harry Goodie. I put the book under my arm and headed towards the front door. It opened itself then closed again behind me.
    “Where did you find that?” Lily asked me.
    “Under the floor.”
    “How did you know it was there?”
    “I was shown the way.”
    “By who?” she asked, raising one eyebrow.
    “I don’t know. Come on, let’s get this back to the motel.”
    All the way back to the car I felt someone was watching us. I kept turning around but there was no one there. Lily felt it too but didn’t see anyone either. We both picked up our pace. As soon as we got to the car we locked ourselves in and I put my foot down.
    When we got back to the motel it looked as though everyone who’d been staying there had left. There wasn’t a soul or a car in sight; it was very eerie. Even the office was shut up and the whole building was shrouded in darkness. Lily held on to my arm as we walked warily to our room. We closed the curtains and locked all the windows and the door. I pulled the book out and started to read. I only got halfway through the first few sentences when the door began shaking violently. I slammed the book shut instantly, wondering if it was causing it. Seconds later the windows started shaking too. The noise was so loud, it sounded like a hundred fists were being slammed repeatedly against the walls.
    “What’s going on?” Lily said in a shaky voice, not knowing whether to watch the door or the windows.
    “I don’t know,” I grabbed the book and the bag with all my research in it. “Come on, we’re getting out of here!”
    “I’m not going outside.”
    “Yes, you are!” I grabbed her and dragged her out the door.
    We ran as fast as we could to the car. The doors were open and ready for us before we got within ten feet of it. I kept the book on my knee while I raced down the road.
    “Keira, there are four people blocking the road,” she said, leaning forward in her seat to get a better look. “They’re wearing funny robes and hoods, like druids.”
    “Well, if they don’t move they’ll die,” I said, speeding up.
    They didn’t move until I was almost on top of them. They all levitated and I drove under them.
    “Did you do that?” she asked me.
    “No. Are they behind us?”
    “They’re just watching us in the road, staring. Who are they, Keira? They scare me.”
    “I don’t know, but at least we’ve gotten away from them. It’s all OK.”
    We came to a stop fifteen miles out of town on a country lane. We were surrounded by darkness; the only light was from the full moon and the headlights of the car.
    “OK, that was creepy,” Lily said, getting out of the car for some air.
    “Well, it’s over now, so relax,” I said, getting out after her.
    I shouldn’t have spoken so soon. The four figures appeared again, standing around us but at a slight distance. It was as though they were the four corners of a square. Lily started shaking so I put my arm around her shoulders.
    “What do you want?” she asked, almost sobbing. None of them spoke or moved. “Answer me!” she demanded, but still they remained silent.
    I looked down at the ground; whenever I used my power my eyes changed color. If it was something simple like making something float to me, they would glow