Whatever Hawk felt, tonight was going to be far out of the ordinary. It was about to be one of the worst in his life. The old warrior could probably write a book... View More
Bermuda Triangle
Chapter 2 Part 2, Hawk
Whatever Hawk felt, tonight was going to be far out of the ordinary. It was about to be one of the worst in his life. The old warrior could probably write a book about all of his harrowing close encounters, and this would be one of the chapters.
The day he veered into the Bermuda Triangle, where waves collide.
Seafoam didn't make a sound as she prowled atop the thatched roof, and her weight did not displace the sturdy weaving. Each step of her hooves, though firm and secure, hadn't alerted or anypony to her trespass. Nopony the wiser of her even passing by...
Pointed, tuft blue ears noted every hoofstep, every sigh, the little scratching of quill on parchment from inside the little house Hawk called his sanctuary tonight. Though he'd be aghast to learn his uninvited guest didn't need her hearing to locate him. Just being in vicinity of each other brought her gut to roil. A mix of disgust and contempt, before the mission she'd commit her life to. Yes she could sense his presence, and know for certain he was alone in that little house, just one perk of being a vampire.
Using a little focus she could even make out his form. He lay on the floor like some heathen who didn't understand a chair, and wrote little stories and half-baked ideas to a dusty paper. He surely was quite miserable all alone. How's about giving him a little company before the drapes are drawn...
With the blink of an eye, The Huntress was gone.
Inside, where the red pegasus thought he was alone, a strong itch blitzed through his right eye, demanding his attention. Something familiar drew near, a presence he hasn't felt in some weeks.
"Good evening, my dearest David." A melodious mare's voice greeted from the shadows, her voice so exotic and soft that he wouldn't recognize the speaker for who she was. Maybe even the chilling use of his unadulterated birth name.
"But you look a little lonely, I think. Too lonely. You need all that weight taken off your shoulders." The voice sighed in a soothing tone, her sound emanating from all around.
The burning in his concealed eye wouldn't go away, because something sinister was at work here.
This post is a little out of sequence, but is Chapter 2, Part 2 of my series Bermuda Triangle. Other parts are here:
Chapter 1:
Part 1Part 2... View MoreThis post is a little out of sequence, but is Chapter 2, Part 2 of my series Bermuda Triangle. Other parts are here:
Chapter 1:
Part 1Part 2Part 3
Part 4 (unposted)
Part 5 (yeah so... I didn't write it yet)
Chapter 2:
Part 1 (lol I haven't written it yet)
Part 2, Hawk (you are here)
Hawk tried to ignore the itching at first, though it became more incessant by the second as he halted. He couldn't describe it, or whether it just was a him thing, though he was sure he felt that he worry about something imminent. The sound of a voice, however, took his mind off of his eye. As it sh... View MoreHawk tried to ignore the itching at first, though it became more incessant by the second as he halted. He couldn't describe it, or whether it just was a him thing, though he was sure he felt that he worry about something imminent. The sound of a voice, however, took his mind off of his eye. As it shook him with such a startle, that he felt as if his skeleton left his body, then his soul left that. He landed on all fours, though more pissed off that he jumped like that, instead of immediately into a combative pose that he *now* is in.
That anger faded just as quickly as it came, for one word uttered from that unseen mouth stopped him in his tracks. It was like magic, a single word to halt. Did..Was that my..? he thought, his eye now darting everywhere, first the easy to spot places, then to the ceiling and other spaces as he began to proceed toward the front of the house. There should be nobody alive who knows that name..
He reached a thought to his mind; Demons, it had to be something like hellhounds all over again. More thoughts ran through his mind, questioning whether or not they can cross realms, but stopped once realizing that's how they could hunt him to begin with. "Get out of my head!" he shouted as he raised his right hoof to scratch his eye, turning around back to the room that which he just left and look out the window for anything suspicious.
Laughter enveloped the house as Hawk searched for the presence. For whoever was daring enough to speak his forbidden name.
At first the laughter was sweet and alluring, but grew darker every second. She was cackling by the time Hawk faced the window, amused at his desperation to find her. She knew ... View MoreLaughter enveloped the house as Hawk searched for the presence. For whoever was daring enough to speak his forbidden name.
At first the laughter was sweet and alluring, but grew darker every second. She was cackling by the time Hawk faced the window, amused at his desperation to find her. She knew it to be a fool's errand, Hawk didn't have the tools to find the hidden vampire. To further taunt him, her laughter faded into the darkness which she hides.
"I know what you want, my warrior. I can give it to you." The voice paused to let him digest that. But the worst was yet to come.
"Oh, but I think I'll let him win. But don't worry your little soul, I'm more than strong enough to take him alone. That is if I stay in this realm long enough."
Her voice, while deeply enchanting and measured with age... With how much she's spoken Hawk might be able to place it now. But... she wouldn't do this!
"So be a gentleman and stand- perfectly- still."
Silence fell. The trough before the wave.
And place it, he did, or at least had it into deep consideration otherwise. "No." he said, right before reaching to open the window for an easy escape. Whatever this was, it was far outside his own capabilities and he knew his limits. This was not something he wanted to mess with, not one bit. He al... View MoreAnd place it, he did, or at least had it into deep consideration otherwise. "No." he said, right before reaching to open the window for an easy escape. Whatever this was, it was far outside his own capabilities and he knew his limits. This was not something he wanted to mess with, not one bit. He almost hesitated when the thought of leaving his weapon behind, though he couldn't let himself so much as look back while his hooves reached for the ends of the window that open it.
Seafoam observed the stallion prying open the window, and speak in that defiant, stubborn tone she loathes so deeply. Her voice had concealed the deep hatred she harbored for the stallion, an anger she thought the decades had mollified. It all came back to her with this one-sided encounter.
The mis... View MoreSeafoam observed the stallion prying open the window, and speak in that defiant, stubborn tone she loathes so deeply. Her voice had concealed the deep hatred she harbored for the stallion, an anger she thought the decades had mollified. It all came back to her with this one-sided encounter.
The mission is morality. The mission is all there needs to be.
Shadows crept along the edges the window casing, attempting to enshroud both panes at their edges and hold them in place. Hawk had a headstart over the shadows, but that only bought enough space to squeeze himself through. He could make it if he tried with everything he had.
He could feel a presence behind him. Though it was silent, it bore down like a stampede. The mare was closing, restricting the way out, surely about to make herself known with a devastating blow. Life and death were a coin toss away, he had to move before it landed!
Chapter 2
Part 2, Hawk