Authors: Drew Avera
I closed the car door behind me with a creak and stepped away as the engine cooled with the brisk wind. The snow bit at my lips and the cold air was hard to breathe, but I managed. I stepped over the closed barricade and walked forty yards to a weeping willow tree which stood out of character for this time of year. I ducked under its tendrils and looked up in the canopy of green which defied the cold wasteland of this place. That was when the emerald light covered my form and I felt the world disappear a second later. I was weightless for a moment before I felt my feet touch the stone pavement of The Realms.
I was met by its watchman.
"Good evening, how's my favorite human doing tonight?"
"It's a shitty, cold night. And regardless of your affection for me, you realize that I hate every last one of you bastards, don't you, Remy?" My words would have stung anyone else but him.
He smiled. "That's what I love about you, Grimm. Your hate runs so deep that it can be mistaken for love in this camp. Albeit a sinister, molesting love. I think we can both agree on that." Remy had a way of taking the words right out of my mouth. He was a decent guy, as far as vampires were concerned. He actually refused to kill any human life for his blood lust. He looked the worse for it; cheeks sunken in, emaciated and weak looking. Definitely not like the master whom we both served. If I was honest with myself, Remy was the only one who I tolerated with any kind of mutual respect.
He was right though, my hate ran deeper than anything else in my soul. It was down right shameful to be honest.
Remy shifted his body out of my way and let me proceed into The Realms unchallenged as it were. He knew as well as I did that I was nothing more than a puppet. The blood taken from me allowed me to be constantly monitored by my master, the one who called himself The Raven. That was why I used blood transfusions as often as I could. To break the chain, to silence the voices in my own head. He was not deterred by my hatred; in fact, I think it nourished him as much as blood did.
I took a deep breath as I stepped onto the main street of The Realms. I had been here only a few hours prior, but the night sky was even darker here than it had been before. This was a place where sunlight lasted only four or five hours per day, just enough to enrich the plants, and short enough for the dark ones to do their bidding. A bidding that led to why I was here now. A bid for death.
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Drew Avera (pronounced Avery)is an active duty Navy veteran and self published author. Originally from Mississippi, he joined the Navy at the ripe old age of seventeen to be an Aviation Electricians Mate. After completing training he was transferred to Virginia where he now lives with his wife and two daughters. His other interests include playing guitar and reading copious amounts of fiction. You can find out more about Drew at the following sites:
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