This is the prologue to a novel I want to write and get published. This is a work in progress so constructive critiques are very much wanted and value. Thank you for clicking on this and enjoy.
She sat in the derelect building, the only light coming from the moon and the faraway city shining through the open windows, thinking about the response she had recieved just that morning. She reached into the inside pocket of her overcoat and re-read the short missive.
To: A friend
Meet me in the rundown building outside of town.
Don't tell anyone where you are going.
at the bottom of the note was a small blood stain, where a signature should have been.
At the time it had seemed like a harmless request, now....she didn't know what to think. Lost in her own thoughts, she nearly jumped out of her skin when the door creaked open. When she looked however, she saw no one coming. She was just about to sigh in relief when the windows started slamming shut one by one. Wham! Wham! Wham! Now, in total darkness she dared not breathe. Her eyes searched vainly for the source of the commotion, when she felt rather than saw a figure behind her.
"Open windows only invite watchers we don't want." A male voice whispered into her right ear. She wanted to scream, to run, and yet she only sat while a cold hand touched her shoulder. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you, but you must know by now we work better in darkness." A match flickered into life behind her with the sharp smell of sulfur, followed by the cloying smoke of a cigar. "However, the light from a smoke shouldn't call too much attention."
"I thought all of you....hated fire." She could not bring herself to say the rumored name this man's militia had been given.
"You would hate fire too if I were to drop this in your hair." A mirthless laugh escaped his lips. "But no, as a general rule, fire does not hold much terror by us. " He stepped in front of her and stood, surveying her in the light cast by the smoldering ashes of the cigar. Using this same light she caught glimpses of his clothing, which looked almost as patched and frayed as the couch where she now sat. His movements were swift and easy as he walked away from her then and leaned against one of the walls.
After several tense minutes of silence he spoke again. "So you call an audience with the leader of the Vampires, and yet you have nothing to say? No questions?" She took a sharp intake of breath as he casually threw their name into the air.
"I hardly know where to begin."
"How about you ask me what my name is?" She could just see his near bloodless lips rise into a small smile.
"Everyone knows what your name is. You're...."
"Any name you could come up with would be a product of lies and rumors." He interrupted sounding annoyed. "My name given to me at birth was.... Malkrion." She caught the slight pause before his name and noted it with interest.
"Do you remember much of your childhood?"
"Not enough to be of any use to anyone. Before we begin down the brutal path that led to who I am today, may I know your name?" He asked now sounding like any normal human being.
"Lyra, my name is Lyra." The first came out as a timid whisper, the next a little stronger.
"There is no reason to be so frightened Lyra, I mean you no harm. I'm lucky to finally have someone that is willing to listen to my side of the story. By the way, why did you decide to contact me?"
"I was taught that everyone deserves to have their voice heard."
"That was my personal choice." Lyra lifted her head to look him in the eyes, determination for her cause giving her courage. The cigar hung between his lips, the end reflected in his eyes causing them to seem like they were filled with dancing flames. Seeing sadness there she stood and moved closer to him. He didn't move, only stiffened slightly at her approach. It got cooler with every step she took, she stopped when she was barely a foot from him. He inclined his head toward the sliver of light still coming from the nearest window. Lyra did not gasp or flinch at his appearance, however she moved no closer.
"You see now why we can not walk alongside those like you?" He placed a hand to the side of his face. "How we came to be like this is all part of the same sad story and like all tragedies it starts with love and war. Sit back down my dear and we shall begin." Lyra took her seat back on the dilapidated couch and motioned for him to continue. He took a deep breath to clear his thoughts, continueing his lonely sigil by the wall.
"It begins in a place not far from here. Back then it was a beautiful forest, with the tallest trees and the most fragrant flowers. This place is where I first met her....."