Avalon Revisited by O. M. Grey

Author:O. M. Grey
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: SteamPunk, Paranormal, Fiction, Romance, Fantasy, Historical, General
ISBN: 9780981994956
Publisher: Blue Moose Press
Published: 2010-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

We made a quick stop at my house to drop off my vampire notes and tome. Victor agreed to come for tea to review them in depth tomorrow. Then we all went out to patrol the streets between Kensington and Brompton, ending up at the Brompton Cemetery. We hoped to speak with the caretaker there and gather some more information about the Haldenby murders. Each of us were armed for a potential paranormal battle. Victor had the holy water arm-apparatus strapped to his right forearm, and the hammer and stake set hung from his belt. Avalon’s huge overcoat effectively covered The Slayer, which hung from her belt, although I caught a glimpse of where the bottom of it was tied to her leg when she walked, accentuating the shapeliness of it.

I had my first choice, the crossbow tucked under my arm, knowing that the other weapons were virtually worthless unless Avalon was as spectacular a shot as she was a woman. Victor also had instructed each of us to wear a wooden crucifix around our neck for added protection. He had sharpened the bottom arm of each cross into a point, so it served a dual purpose: deterrent and weapon. I’m sure we were quite the sight.

As we entered the cemetery, several crows cawed loudly and took flight away from a decaying animal on which they had been feasting. The sudden flurry of black birds made us all jump. Victor stopped suddenly, silently telling us to stay still with his outstretched arms. He listened for more movement, but there was none. Avalon removed her slayer gun from its holster and held it at the ready. Then I noticed the look on Avalon’s face. It was one of complete fear, and not just from being startled.

Victor finally shook off the surprise and forged ahead.

“Are you all right?” I asked, holding Avalon back, concerned.

“Fine,” she said, unconvincingly, pulling loose from my grip and walking again. “Just cemeteries at night. Rather creepy. Don’t you find?”

Actually, Brompton was a quite a magical place for a cemetery, at least from my perspective, but Avalon didn’t seem to share my opinion. Rows and rows of stone crosses and tombstones lined the grounds, most at at least waist, and often shoulder, height. Some even towered overhead, even Victor’s head! The night’s fog lingered at the base of the headstones, gently swirling as we passed by. Their marble facades glowed in the hazy moonlit night, creating an eerie forest of stone through which we wound, fully alert at every sound that befell our ears.

“Not really. There is nothing to fear from the dead,” I replied.

“It’s not those that are still dead that concern me,” she said. Good point.

“This way,” Victor called back in a harsh whisper, chiding us to catch up. He lead the way to a rather ominous crypt. The name “Haldenby” was carved in large letters across the marble front.

Its sides were completely covered with ivy that was long since dead. Interwoven among the brown leaves were cobwebs which sparkled like a silver chain in the moonlight.

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