[S.C, Bloodlines. CH 11]

[Amelya’s point of view]

Life has a beginning and an end, yet she had surpassed the first end. So had the vampire Sampson had just slayed.

Death hadn’t been part of her young life, Amelya could hardly breathe. Let alone take in the sight of a headless, lifeless body. Head discarded off his shoulders without much of an effort.

“I’m sorry, you to had to see that...

A sudden gust of stale, ancient air slammed in the face with the force of gale force winds as I finally broke through the hard packed concrete wall that was the entrance of the tomb. I had been searching and digging for this tomb for nearly a decade now. This was the pinnacle of my career! What I would find on the other side of this wall would define my life’s work.

I stepped back not wanting to...

‘Why did you open it…?’

‘Why not…’

***

He had open the box of delights. The box that had the answers to my eternal bliss. This treasure had been hidden from the public eye because all it caused was war after war.

Whatever the user desires, it became a reality. Imagine wielding such tremendous power.

‘Let everyone be sent to the PAST!’ He bellowed.

My eyes widened in terror, all of our bodies...

I barely made it out alive. Well, barely is an overstatement. I escaped about 4 seconds before I would have died. But how I almost died, that’s the real story behind this.

I was on my way to the Hirinata tomb. They say it holds many treasures, and priceless artifacts from around 100,000 years ago. After a month in the mountains, I finally found the cave that held it. It was surprisingly kinda clo...

Mina skidded down what she could only describe as the tomb's tongue.

Grit grated the heels of her feet and itched the skin behind her ears, and with the elegance of a flailing swan, she joined Emmett at the base of the skull's throat.

After her frightening venture from the hot air balloon and eventually locating Emmett sprawled out but uninjured in the sand, they both staggered into the awaitin...

“We used to tie frogs and GI Joes to bottle rockets and shoot ‘Em behind my neighbors’ house; then there’s the crisp air first thing in the morning when I used to go hunting with my granddad upstate; and…” Fat Jonesy paused, resting his chin on his shovel handle. He pretended to think scratching a dirt creased finger against his temple.

MacGill continued to dig. His spade made a dull sound in the ...

As the coffin is slashed open

And it becomes broken

The being from inside

Is exposed to the outside

The breakers look in awe

As their actions broke the law

And sand begins to rush out

It will cause havoc without a doubt

Monsters and disasters strike

Then the Bible, to the times, becomes alike

Alike to relevancy

But full of unpredictability...

Soft footsteps in the sand.

Soft whispers close at hand.

Dead ends disappear.

Dead shadows drawing near.

Slow progress, hidden way.

Slow ruin and decay.

Dark figures rest in sleep.

Dark secrets buried deep.

Sleeping death far underground.

Sleeping death has been aroused.

Death to all within this tomb.

Deadly fate awaits their doom.

Stealthy stroke, now two more sleep

Stealing sec...

The rock rumbles into place slowly behind us, and I have to force myself not to look back.

“Hand me your stick” My partner Al says in a hushed tone.

I sigh and hand him the wooden stick.

“There’s no reason to whisper, it’s just us.” It’s almost like the world wants to curse us because in that moment we hear a mysterious clatter from a room far in the tomb.

“What was that?” Al says in not as brav...

A small breeze fluttered the flaps of my tent, then past them, to the cot where I was lying, the warm air seeming to kiss me awake.

Like a long-lost lover.

Fat chance of that, I thought, with a slight smirk, looking down at my khaki t-shirt and matching not-by-design carpenter pants. Clothes I had slept in last night and the two before it.

I sat down on my cot to pull on my my mud-encrusted ...