Minutes Before Sunset (Timely Death Trilogy) by Thompson Shannon A

Author:Thompson, Shannon A. [Thompson, Shannon A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AEC Stellar Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2013-04-28T00:00:00+00:00

Eric

The main hall was decorated with rows of white candles. They’d been burning for such a long time that the wax was dripping onto the red silk beneath them, spreading out like winding rivers. The flames barely flickered, but the golden light managed to radiate the large meeting hall.

Shades, with their black clothes and dark hair, filled the room like a giant shadow. Tears came from many, but most of the guests attended from respect rather than loss. Everyone knew the three murdered shades, two elders and their daughter, but now we knew their human names too: the Lewinskys. Whenever someone was killed or unconscious, they returned to their human form. It was uncontrollable.

My father reported their deaths to the police through the council. We didn’t know which officers were Dark members, but we knew there was a connection. In this case, the Lewinskys died from carbon monoxide poisoning. The mother had neglected to open the garage door when she was heating up the car. No one questioned it beyond that, and, one day later, we were throwing a memorial service.

I felt as if every shade was watching me or trying to avoid watching me. Everyone knew the truth, after all. The Light attacked to get to me, and the Lewinskys were the first in a list of many who would probably die.

“I hate funerals,” I said, fighting the memories of Hannah’s. It was the last one I’d attended.

“I don’t think anyone likes them,” Pierce mumbled, chewing on a bite-sized sandwich from the refreshments table.

Camille cringed. “I cannot believe you can eat right now.”

Pierce stopped chewing. “Why?”

“Forget it.” She rolled her dark eyes and fidgeted with the sleeves of her dress.

Pierce met my eyes. What’s her problem? P.M.S?

I fought a grin, knowing Camille could sense our telepathy. She had a connection to my mind at all times. Probably.

“What are you guys talking about?” Camille asked, glaring at Pierce. He was always the cause of mischief.

“Nothing.”

“Whatever,” she said, reaching into her purse for a hat. It was black, and she rolled up her white hair, pushing it beneath the cap. She despised looking like a light, especially during such a time where the reminder could hurt someone.

Pierce gulped down his food. “Does anyone see our parents?”

A piece of Camille’s white hair waved in front of her face as she searched the crowd. “No.”

“Me neither,” I said, straightening up. She was supposed to know where everyone went; it was her job.

“They must be having another meeting,” Camille suggested.

“Right now?” I asked. “Couldn’t it wait?”

Pierce stretched his arms out and cracked his knuckles. “Sounds like it’s a conversation not meant to be heard.”

“Sounds like something we need to hear,” I proposed.

“What are you boys thinking?” Camille intervened. “If they don’t want us to know, we shouldn’t go.”

“We aren’t going to it,” Pierce said, unable to fight his grin. “We’re just dropping by.”

I nodded, and Camille folded her arms. “Fine; I’ll take you,” she said, beginning to walk towards the meeting.

I grabbed her and pulled her to a stop.

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