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NEW Daylight Stars excerpt
0 ReviewsBree McEwan heads to her favourite hang-out only to find a not-so-welcoming message awaiting her. Rated for gore. Excerpt only.
Bree McEwan pulled away, licking her dry lips before she pushed her hair behind her ears as she watched the pale boy shiver in his bed. He was beautiful for his age, in her opinion anyway. She had been able to tell from the look in his eyes when she’d climbed through the window that despite his appearance, he was loathed by most of his classmates.
She reached down and touched his cheek gently. “You’ll be alright Frankie... You’ll see me tomorrow morning and I’ll keep you safe.” She whispered before she leaned down and gently kissed his forehead before wiping away the last few drops of blood seeping from the small wounds in his neck.
Bree slipped out the window again, carefully climbing down the outer wall of the two storey inner-city townhouse in Melbourne, Australia. It was early winter yet the city air had a frosty bite to it and Bree shivered slightly after her feet became firmly planted on the ground. She looked around her, to either end of the alleyway before she headed towards the central business district of the city now in search of a bar, her favourite, The Succubus Club.
As she walked, Bree pulled her mobile phone from her pocket, looking at the time. It was just before midnight so the club would be running full blast, especially seeing as it was the last day of the Queen’s Birthday long weekend. The Rolitaarian community would have been thriving the past three days as their targets spent the time recuperating and enjoying their time off.
When she arrived at the club, she was surprised to find Robert Mason standing outside smoking a cigarette as he stared out into the cold night.
“When did you take up smoking, might I ask?” Bree called as she approached him.
“When did you start taking seventeen year old boys as prey might I ask?” Robert countered as he dropped the cigarette, stamping it out with his foot before he drew Bree into a warm embrace.
“It’s nice to see you again, Robert.” Bree murmured.
“Miss your foster dad did you?” He asked, smiling.
Bree pulled away. “Am I not allowed to now that I’m flying solo?” She questioned, narrowing her violet eyes at him.
Robert smiled. “Of course you are but tell me, what have you been doing since I let you come down here?”
“Making friends, hunting, living in general.” Bree answered.
“I hear that’s not all.”
“Depends on who your source is.”
“How many friends have you made in the past three months?” Robert asked surprised.
“Enough.” Bree answered before she pushed past him and walking into the club. The room seemed to freeze and cold eyes were all turned on her and she froze.
“It seems you’ve been making enemies too, Bree.” Robert murmured in her ear as the crowd parted to reveal a message written in blood across the dance floor.
WATCH IT MCEWAN COZ NO ONE’LL BE AROUND TO SAVE YOU WHEN I GET THERE
“Shit...” Bree whispered before she looked to Robert. “Do you have any idea who did this?”
“They left a trademark item.” Robert answered.
“What?”
Robert looked over to a table where Bree’s adoptive brothers Jerrard and Oscar stood. Bree had seen many gruesome things in her life but this had to be the worst. A head that had been unevenly severed from its body. Bone had torn through the flesh of what little portion of neck was left and blood still dripped from those wounds. Bree’s eyes then drifted to the mouth and eyes of the head which had been sewn shut and then to the three bullet holes in the forehead which were still bleeding.
“How is it the wounds are still bleeding?” Bree whispered as she grew pale.
“Because the head was severed about three minutes before you got here and dropped from the rafters somewhere.” Oscar answered grimly. “It seems someone doesn’t want you around anymore.”
“So they’re trying to scare me off?”
“Seems so.” Jerrard murmured before he looked over to one of the bartenders, Xavier. “Might wanna start clearing this up.” The bartender nodded before he and one of his colleagues scurried around clearing stuff up.
“You were called to investigate, I suppose?” Bree asked, looking to Robert as she took a few deep breaths.
“Yeah and Bree... If you’ve made any enemies, I need to know.” He murmured.
“Not that I know of but I mean, how could I know anyway?” Bree contradicted. “An enemy wouldn’t exactly let me know who they were if they had intended on doing this.”
“And you can’t trust anyone in this day and age either, Dad.” Oscar murmured as he and Jerrard came to stand with their father and sister.
“Go home Bree, we’ll clear this up. Make sure the doors and windows are locked and the curtains are shut. We’ll meet you at the coffee shop on the second floor of Melbourne Central, just to the right of the clock tomorrow morning at about nine and we’ll discuss this some more.” Robert murmured.
Bree nodded before she turned and left again. She walked home quickly, thinking of the new threat on her life. She had thought she’d gotten past it when she’d left Italy three months ago but apparently that wasn’t true anymore.
As she thought about how things would change dramatically again, she remembered her promise to the teenage boy she’d fed off.
“I’m so sorry if I’m not there in the morning Frankie...” She whispered, looking up at the moon before she bowed her head and continued to walk home in silence as guilt overwhelmed her.
A/N: What did you guys think of this? I decided about two hours ago to rewrite my story to make it a little more gory and twisted and sick. Credit to my change-of-mind goes to browser18 and their story "Anonymity" which is an awesome story by the way. I hope you enjoyed this little excerpt, I might go to bed now or write some more... Maybe do some planning, not sure, depends how much longer My Chemical Romance and LeATHERMOUTH can keep me awake and alert. Thanks for reading :P - C_R
Bree McEwan pulled away, licking her dry lips before she pushed her hair behind her ears as she watched the pale boy shiver in his bed. He was beautiful for his age, in her opinion anyway. She had been able to tell from the look in his eyes when she'd climbed through the window that despite his appearance, he was loathed by most of his classmates.
She reached down and touched his cheek gently. "You'll be alright Frankie... You'll see me tomorrow morning and I'll keep you safe." She whispered before she leaned down and gently kissed his forehead before wiping away the last few drops of blood seeping from the small wounds in his neck.
Bree slipped out the window again, carefully climbing down the outer wall of the two storey inner-city townhouse in Melbourne, Australia. It was early winter yet the city air had a frosty bite to it and Bree shivered slightly after her feet became firmly planted on the ground. She looked around her, to either end of the alleyway before she headed towards the central business district of the city now in search of a bar, her favourite, The Succubus Club.
As she walked, Bree pulled her mobile phone from her pocket, looking at the time. It was just before midnight so the club would be running full blast, especially seeing as it was the last day of the Queen's Birthday long weekend. The Rolitaarian community would have been thriving the past three days as their targets spent the time recuperating and enjoying their time off.
When she arrived at the club, she was surprised to find Robert Mason standing outside smoking a cigarette as he stared out into the cold night.
"When did you take up smoking, might I ask?" Bree called as she approached him.
"When did you start taking seventeen year old boys as prey might Iask?" Robert countered as he dropped the cigarette, stamping it out with his foot before he drew Bree into a warm embrace.
"It's nice to see you again, Robert." Bree murmured.
"Miss your foster dad did you?"He asked, smiling.
Bree pulled away. "Am I not allowed to now that I'm flying solo?" She questioned, narrowing her violet eyes at him.
Robert smiled. "Of course you are but tell me, what have you been doing since I let you come down here?"
"Making friends, hunting, living in general." Bree answered.
"I hear that's not all."
"Depends on who your source is."
"How many friends have you made in the past three months?" Robert asked surprised.
"Enough." Bree answered before she pushed past him and walking into the club. The room seemed to freeze and cold eyes were all turned on her and she froze.
"It seems you've been making enemies too, Bree." Robert murmured in her ear as the crowd parted to reveal amessage written in blood across the dance floor.
WATCH IT MCEWAN COZ NO ONE'LL BE AROUND TO SAVE YOU WHEN I GET THERE
"Shit..." Bree whispered before she looked to Robert. "Do you have any idea who did this?"
"They left a trademark item."Robert answered.
"What?"
Robert looked over to a table where Bree's adoptive brothers Jerrard and Oscar stood. Bree had seen many gruesome things in her life but this had to be the worst. A head that had been unevenly severed from its body. Bone had torn through the flesh of what little portion of neck was left and blood still dripped from those wounds. Bree's eyes then drifted to the mouth and eyes of the head which had been sewn shut and then to the three bullet holes in the forehead which were still bleeding.
"How is it the wounds are still bleeding?" Bree whispered as she grew pale.
"Because the head was severed about three minutes before you got here and dropped from the rafters somewhere." Oscar answered grimly. "It seems someone doesn't want you around anymore."
"So they're trying to scare me off?"
"Seems so." Jerrard murmured before he looked over to one of the bartenders, Xavier. "Might wanna start clearing this up." The bartender nodded before he and one of his colleagues scurried around clearing stuff up.
"You were called to investigate, I suppose?" Bree asked, looking to Robert as she took a few deep breaths.
"Yeah and Bree... If you've made any enemies, I need to know." He murmured.
"Not that I know of but I mean, how could I know anyway?" Bree contradicted. "An enemy wouldn't exactly let me know who they were if they had intended on doing this."
"And you can't trust anyone in this day and age either, Dad." Oscar murmured as he and Jerrard came to stand with their father and sister.
"Go home Bree, we'll clear this up. Make sure the doors and windows are locked and the curtains are shut. We'll meet you at the coffee shop on the second floor of Melbourne Central, just to the right of the clock tomorrow morning at about nine and we'll discuss this some more." Robert murmured.
Bree nodded before she turned and left again. She walked home quickly, thinking of the new threat on her life. She had thought she'd gotten past it when she'd left Italy three months ago but apparently that wasn't true anymore.
As she thought about how things would change dramatically again, she remembered her promise to the teenage boy she'd fed off.
"I'm so sorry if I'm not there in the morning Frankie..." She whispered, looking up at the moon before she bowed her head and continued to walk home in silence as guilt overwhelmed her.
She reached down and touched his cheek gently. “You’ll be alright Frankie... You’ll see me tomorrow morning and I’ll keep you safe.” She whispered before she leaned down and gently kissed his forehead before wiping away the last few drops of blood seeping from the small wounds in his neck.
Bree slipped out the window again, carefully climbing down the outer wall of the two storey inner-city townhouse in Melbourne, Australia. It was early winter yet the city air had a frosty bite to it and Bree shivered slightly after her feet became firmly planted on the ground. She looked around her, to either end of the alleyway before she headed towards the central business district of the city now in search of a bar, her favourite, The Succubus Club.
As she walked, Bree pulled her mobile phone from her pocket, looking at the time. It was just before midnight so the club would be running full blast, especially seeing as it was the last day of the Queen’s Birthday long weekend. The Rolitaarian community would have been thriving the past three days as their targets spent the time recuperating and enjoying their time off.
When she arrived at the club, she was surprised to find Robert Mason standing outside smoking a cigarette as he stared out into the cold night.
“When did you take up smoking, might I ask?” Bree called as she approached him.
“When did you start taking seventeen year old boys as prey might I ask?” Robert countered as he dropped the cigarette, stamping it out with his foot before he drew Bree into a warm embrace.
“It’s nice to see you again, Robert.” Bree murmured.
“Miss your foster dad did you?” He asked, smiling.
Bree pulled away. “Am I not allowed to now that I’m flying solo?” She questioned, narrowing her violet eyes at him.
Robert smiled. “Of course you are but tell me, what have you been doing since I let you come down here?”
“Making friends, hunting, living in general.” Bree answered.
“I hear that’s not all.”
“Depends on who your source is.”
“How many friends have you made in the past three months?” Robert asked surprised.
“Enough.” Bree answered before she pushed past him and walking into the club. The room seemed to freeze and cold eyes were all turned on her and she froze.
“It seems you’ve been making enemies too, Bree.” Robert murmured in her ear as the crowd parted to reveal a message written in blood across the dance floor.
WATCH IT MCEWAN COZ NO ONE’LL BE AROUND TO SAVE YOU WHEN I GET THERE
“Shit...” Bree whispered before she looked to Robert. “Do you have any idea who did this?”
“They left a trademark item.” Robert answered.
“What?”
Robert looked over to a table where Bree’s adoptive brothers Jerrard and Oscar stood. Bree had seen many gruesome things in her life but this had to be the worst. A head that had been unevenly severed from its body. Bone had torn through the flesh of what little portion of neck was left and blood still dripped from those wounds. Bree’s eyes then drifted to the mouth and eyes of the head which had been sewn shut and then to the three bullet holes in the forehead which were still bleeding.
“How is it the wounds are still bleeding?” Bree whispered as she grew pale.
“Because the head was severed about three minutes before you got here and dropped from the rafters somewhere.” Oscar answered grimly. “It seems someone doesn’t want you around anymore.”
“So they’re trying to scare me off?”
“Seems so.” Jerrard murmured before he looked over to one of the bartenders, Xavier. “Might wanna start clearing this up.” The bartender nodded before he and one of his colleagues scurried around clearing stuff up.
“You were called to investigate, I suppose?” Bree asked, looking to Robert as she took a few deep breaths.
“Yeah and Bree... If you’ve made any enemies, I need to know.” He murmured.
“Not that I know of but I mean, how could I know anyway?” Bree contradicted. “An enemy wouldn’t exactly let me know who they were if they had intended on doing this.”
“And you can’t trust anyone in this day and age either, Dad.” Oscar murmured as he and Jerrard came to stand with their father and sister.
“Go home Bree, we’ll clear this up. Make sure the doors and windows are locked and the curtains are shut. We’ll meet you at the coffee shop on the second floor of Melbourne Central, just to the right of the clock tomorrow morning at about nine and we’ll discuss this some more.” Robert murmured.
Bree nodded before she turned and left again. She walked home quickly, thinking of the new threat on her life. She had thought she’d gotten past it when she’d left Italy three months ago but apparently that wasn’t true anymore.
As she thought about how things would change dramatically again, she remembered her promise to the teenage boy she’d fed off.
“I’m so sorry if I’m not there in the morning Frankie...” She whispered, looking up at the moon before she bowed her head and continued to walk home in silence as guilt overwhelmed her.
A/N: What did you guys think of this? I decided about two hours ago to rewrite my story to make it a little more gory and twisted and sick. Credit to my change-of-mind goes to browser18 and their story "Anonymity" which is an awesome story by the way. I hope you enjoyed this little excerpt, I might go to bed now or write some more... Maybe do some planning, not sure, depends how much longer My Chemical Romance and LeATHERMOUTH can keep me awake and alert. Thanks for reading :P - C_R
Bree McEwan pulled away, licking her dry lips before she pushed her hair behind her ears as she watched the pale boy shiver in his bed. He was beautiful for his age, in her opinion anyway. She had been able to tell from the look in his eyes when she'd climbed through the window that despite his appearance, he was loathed by most of his classmates.
She reached down and touched his cheek gently. "You'll be alright Frankie... You'll see me tomorrow morning and I'll keep you safe." She whispered before she leaned down and gently kissed his forehead before wiping away the last few drops of blood seeping from the small wounds in his neck.
Bree slipped out the window again, carefully climbing down the outer wall of the two storey inner-city townhouse in Melbourne, Australia. It was early winter yet the city air had a frosty bite to it and Bree shivered slightly after her feet became firmly planted on the ground. She looked around her, to either end of the alleyway before she headed towards the central business district of the city now in search of a bar, her favourite, The Succubus Club.
As she walked, Bree pulled her mobile phone from her pocket, looking at the time. It was just before midnight so the club would be running full blast, especially seeing as it was the last day of the Queen's Birthday long weekend. The Rolitaarian community would have been thriving the past three days as their targets spent the time recuperating and enjoying their time off.
When she arrived at the club, she was surprised to find Robert Mason standing outside smoking a cigarette as he stared out into the cold night.
"When did you take up smoking, might I ask?" Bree called as she approached him.
"When did you start taking seventeen year old boys as prey might Iask?" Robert countered as he dropped the cigarette, stamping it out with his foot before he drew Bree into a warm embrace.
"It's nice to see you again, Robert." Bree murmured.
"Miss your foster dad did you?"He asked, smiling.
Bree pulled away. "Am I not allowed to now that I'm flying solo?" She questioned, narrowing her violet eyes at him.
Robert smiled. "Of course you are but tell me, what have you been doing since I let you come down here?"
"Making friends, hunting, living in general." Bree answered.
"I hear that's not all."
"Depends on who your source is."
"How many friends have you made in the past three months?" Robert asked surprised.
"Enough." Bree answered before she pushed past him and walking into the club. The room seemed to freeze and cold eyes were all turned on her and she froze.
"It seems you've been making enemies too, Bree." Robert murmured in her ear as the crowd parted to reveal amessage written in blood across the dance floor.
WATCH IT MCEWAN COZ NO ONE'LL BE AROUND TO SAVE YOU WHEN I GET THERE
"Shit..." Bree whispered before she looked to Robert. "Do you have any idea who did this?"
"They left a trademark item."Robert answered.
"What?"
Robert looked over to a table where Bree's adoptive brothers Jerrard and Oscar stood. Bree had seen many gruesome things in her life but this had to be the worst. A head that had been unevenly severed from its body. Bone had torn through the flesh of what little portion of neck was left and blood still dripped from those wounds. Bree's eyes then drifted to the mouth and eyes of the head which had been sewn shut and then to the three bullet holes in the forehead which were still bleeding.
"How is it the wounds are still bleeding?" Bree whispered as she grew pale.
"Because the head was severed about three minutes before you got here and dropped from the rafters somewhere." Oscar answered grimly. "It seems someone doesn't want you around anymore."
"So they're trying to scare me off?"
"Seems so." Jerrard murmured before he looked over to one of the bartenders, Xavier. "Might wanna start clearing this up." The bartender nodded before he and one of his colleagues scurried around clearing stuff up.
"You were called to investigate, I suppose?" Bree asked, looking to Robert as she took a few deep breaths.
"Yeah and Bree... If you've made any enemies, I need to know." He murmured.
"Not that I know of but I mean, how could I know anyway?" Bree contradicted. "An enemy wouldn't exactly let me know who they were if they had intended on doing this."
"And you can't trust anyone in this day and age either, Dad." Oscar murmured as he and Jerrard came to stand with their father and sister.
"Go home Bree, we'll clear this up. Make sure the doors and windows are locked and the curtains are shut. We'll meet you at the coffee shop on the second floor of Melbourne Central, just to the right of the clock tomorrow morning at about nine and we'll discuss this some more." Robert murmured.
Bree nodded before she turned and left again. She walked home quickly, thinking of the new threat on her life. She had thought she'd gotten past it when she'd left Italy three months ago but apparently that wasn't true anymore.
As she thought about how things would change dramatically again, she remembered her promise to the teenage boy she'd fed off.
"I'm so sorry if I'm not there in the morning Frankie..." She whispered, looking up at the moon before she bowed her head and continued to walk home in silence as guilt overwhelmed her.
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