Darlings of Darkness: A Vampire Anthology Part 43

The place was strange, even more frightening than the mountain lion, and I didn't like the thought of my dog running around over there. My gaze shot to the animal skulls knocking together in the wind. My stomach was in knots. "Look, Julie, we have no idea who owns this land. They might shoot him on sight. Clearly, they've got no problem killing animals."

"Fine. Let's go get your dog," she said, climbing over the fence. "But if I get killed, just know I'll be back to haunt you."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I said with a smile.

We walked through the thick woods, calling for Max. I stopped when I heard a twig snap, as if someone was following us. I took a deep breath to settle my overactive imagination, then pushed through some ferns that opened up like a doorway into an Easter-gra.s.s green meadow. There, we saw Max, barking at a fire ring made completely out of stones. I c.o.c.ked a brow, confused. "Max?"

"He must be barking at a little animal," Julie said, "like a mouse or something. It's probably hiding behind one of those rocks."

I gazed at all the rocks in the large ring, guessing someone had once camped there. But then, as I looked closer, I noticed a pile of boulders in the center, with a black tin box sitting on top of them. I swallowed an egg-sized lump in my throat. "Oh my gosh. Do you think this is some kind of...altar?"

Fred glanced around. "Whoa! Do you think they sacrifice animals out here?"

"Or humans," I whispered.

Julie clutched her chest. "What if it's some kind of satanic cult?" She picked up the black box and tried to open it, but it was too tightly sealed. "Won't budge. I wonder what's inside. Whatever it is, they're trying to keep it a secret."

"Dude, you touched it!" Fred said.

"One, I'm not a dude. Two, I'm sure it's just an empty box," Julie retorted.

"You don't know that."

"It's light as a feather."

"Maybe we should just leave it alone," I said. "If I remember right, Julie, you didn't even want to come over here."

"I know," Julie said with a gleam in her eye, "but aren't you curious?"

"Maybe curiosity is what killed all those cats hanging on that clothesline back there," Fred said.

"Yeah, we really shouldn't be messing with it, Julie. I don't wanna be cursed or something."

"Do you really think it's witchcraft?" Fred asked.

"Maybe it's just teenagers experimenting," I said, grabbing the box. "Let's just put it back where we found it." But as I held it, curiosity struck me, and I turned the box over in my hands several times, looking at it carefully. When the lid opened, seemingly on its own, I jumped.

"You did it!" she shouted. "What's in there?"

The box was empty, but I read the words scrolled in dust: "You are the chosen one."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Julie asked. "Chosen for what?"

"How would I know?"

"Maybe you're the chosen one because you opened up the box," she said.

"That's silly."

"Maybe you'll get superpowers or something cool like that."

I playfully slugged her, then set the box down exactly where I found it. Letting out a trembling breath, I secretly recalled that old story of Pandora's box, and I hoped I hadn't unleashed some kind of evil on the world, my friends, or myself.

Fred bit his lip and pointed down at the rocks. "Look! The altar is surrounded by circular patches of burnt gra.s.s."

"What burned it?" I asked.

"It looks like they were left by a ring of torches or candles."

"So it was some kind of occult ritual!" Julie said. "Man, I don't wanna be a Blair Witch sequel!"

"Enough with the horror movies," I said, then glanced around and up into the trees, overcome by the eerie feeling that we were being watched. When the breeze stirred, I could have sworn I heard someone whisper my name, and I froze with fear.

"Taylor, what's wrong?" Julie asked.

"I thought somebody called for me."

"I didn't hear anything but the wind," Fred said, looking around.

I swallowed another lump. "Yeah. I'm sure it was just my imagination."

All of the sudden, the wind picked up immensely, swirling our hair around our heads and rustling the trees violently, causing them to sway and creak.

Julie's eyes widened. "What's happening?"

Next, music began to play, an ancient melody in flutes and bells.

"That's weird," Fred said.

"Where's the music coming from?" Julie asked.

I glanced around, darting my eyes in a slow circle, but I couldn't tell where the sound was coming from. It was freaky, and a chill ran up my spine. I wanted to bolt, but my feet were suddenly glued to the ground, as if some invisible ent.i.ty was holding me in place.

"Taylor," a soft woman's voice said lightly in my ear. "You've been marked. Know that you are in danger from my enemies. But do not fear, for you will have our protection until the full moon, the first day of the new year. Know that it is your destiny to free us from our curse."

"Taylor!" Julie said, her face pale.

Fred softly gripped my shoulders, and I stared into his green eyes. "What's wrong?" he said.

"Breathe," Julie said, "and then tell me what's happening."

Beads of sweat rolled down my face as I gasped for air. I couldn't talk. All I knew was that I needed to get away as fast as possible.

Suddenly, I could move my legs. I bolted toward Max and grabbed his leash. My heart was beating a million times a minute. "Let's go!" I said between gasps, grabbing Julie's arm and pulling her along. I gripped Max's leash tightly with my other hand. We tore through the woods, past the weird rock and animal skulls, then jumped in her truck and breathlessly locked the doors.

"Go, go, go!" I shouted, glancing out the windows.

"What's going on, Taylor?" she asked.

"Just start driving! I'll tell you on the way!" I yelled.

"Yeah, let's just get outta here," Fred said. "That was freaky how the wind kicked up like that. And what was with that music?"

Julie put the truck in drive, and we sped away. No one said a word until she reached town and pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant.

"Taylor, what happened back there?" Fred asked.

"I-I don't know. I can't explain it."

"Try."

"You'll never believe me."

"Sure I would. I'm very open-minded."

"And so am I," Julie chimed in.

I glanced up. "Whoever owns that land is obviously practicing some kind of weird ceremonies out there. Maybe they summon spirits or something, because someone was talking to me in that wind."

"Was it a really creepy voice?" Julie asked.

"No. It was a woman. She just sounded...ancient."

"What did she say?" Fred asked.

"She said I'm in danger but that she'll protect me."

"Sounds like a guardian angel to me," Julie said. "What's so spooky about that?"

"She said she'll only protect me until the new year."

"What? So...after the ball drops, you're on your own?"

"Yeah, I guess it's temporary protection," I said.

"What kind of danger are you supposed to be in?" Fred asked.

I pondered for a moment, thinking long and hard and trying to remember every word the wind-whisperer had said. "I have no idea."

"Why would she want to help you?" Julie asked.

"I have no idea about that either."

"Why didn't you ask her?"

"I don't know, Julie. Maybe because I was a little freaked out!" I said, growing a bit frustrated with the interrogation.

She opened her phone. "We should tell Jesse."

I grabbed her hand. "Please don't! As a matter of fact, let's forget about lunch. I just wanna go home."

"Sure, Taylor."

I glanced at Fred. "Not a word to Jesse, Fred," I said.

He nodded. "Mummy's the word," he joked. "What happens in the satanic campground stays in the satanic campground."

"Thank you," I said.

Back at home, I felt bad for canceling our lunch plans with Jesse, but I was too freaked out to see anybody. I just ran up to my room and locked the door. With trembling fingers, I uploaded the picture of the rock to my computer. Even when I zoomed in on the symbols, I couldn't see them all that clearly, but I scribbled the letters and symbols down on my computer and started searching the Internet for clues.

An hour later, I'd still had no luck. Since Julie had mentioned Latin, I decided to try Google Translate. I carefully entered each letter, then pressed the b.u.t.ton, eager to see what the message meant. Instantly, it was right there in front of my eyes in plain English: "Do not tread on this sacred ground. If you dare to walk on the land of our ancestors, you will die."

I swallowed hard as I tried to process the message. Wait...am I gonna die because I stepped foot on some cursed land? I didn't really believe in that supernatural hoopla, and I always turned the channel when those stupid ghost-hunting shows came on, but now my mind was running circles over all the possibilities.

Days pa.s.sed, and nothing strange happened to any of the three of us or Max, so I decided the whole thing was just a hoax and that there was no reason to get so worked up about it.

When the weed whacker started whirring outside, I jumped up. I peered through the window and saw Fred working in the back yard, so I thought it was the perfect time to tell him my findings and see what he thought.

When Fred noticed me, he turned off the machine. He was covered in dust and dirt, with a pile of decapitated towering weeds lying at his feet.

"How about a drink?" I said, offering him a bottle of water.

He brushed off his clothes and smiled. "Thank you, Taylor."

"You're welcome," I said, staring up into his eyes that were as green as the gra.s.s he was tr.i.m.m.i.n.g.

"I'm just about to take a break. Mind if I spend it with you?" he asked.

"I'd love to. I found out some things, and I'd like to talk to you about them." Fred was cute and a good friend, so I didn't see any harm in sitting outside with him for a few minutes. My dad controlled his breaks, but I didn't see him anywhere around, so I led Fred to the porch swing and sat down with him.

"Taylor," he said, "you really like Jesse, don't you?"

I wondered why he cared, and then it dawned on me that he might have a crush on me. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I didn't want to lie to him either. "I'm not sure where we stand, but yes, I like him very much. Honestly, I have the biggest crush on him."

"I've been watching him...a lot," he said.

That surprised me. "Do you like him too? If you do, I'd totally understand. I mean, he's so hot that guys and girls might both be attract-"

"No! I don't like guys, Taylor!"

"Oh."

"It's just that...well, his whole family has these creepy, light blue eyes."