Hidden (Marchwood Vampire Series #1) by Shalini Boland

Author:Shalini Boland
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
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Publisher: Shalini Boland

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Harold held onto the side of the entrance for support, for the view in front of him was so shocking that all the strength in his body left him. One solitary lantern still glowed in the room and he could just make out the rows of high stone sarcophagi. It was like peering into hell. His family and friends all strewn on the floor, misshapen bodies, eyes staring.

The smell of fear and death filled his nostrils as he picked up the limp form of his wife, a wide smear of blood congealed on her neck. He kissed her mouth and rocked her back and forth.

‘Victoria, wake up. Victoria, you must wake up! We must leave and get you to a doctor.’ As he spoke the words, he realised it was futile. ‘My love, my beautiful Victoria ... No ... no. How can this be?’

He laid her down and gathered the bodies of his children to his chest. Leonora’s hair was matted with blood, her neck broken. He kissed her hair and then kissed all of their unyielding lifeless faces.

Refet stood in the doorway, taking in the scene, unable to speak. He saw Agha Kaya’s vacant eyes, his limp, lifeless form. Then he noticed two other uniformed bodies - his comrades. Dead. He walked woodenly over to Harold and shook his shoulder.

‘We must go,’ he whispered. ‘It is not safe here. We go now. They killed by bad creature … or murdered ... a wolf? I don’t know. Maybe the killer … the killer here still.’ He had other thoughts which he didn’t give voice to. Thoughts fuelled by rumours he had heard around the camp.

‘What animal could have done such a thing? Surely no person would do this?’ Harold choked out the words.’

‘I not know. We leave now,’ Refet insisted, trying to pull Harold to his feet. The young guard sensed lingering danger in the room. He could not identify it, but he knew it was present.

‘You go,’ Harold said. ‘I will not leave my family.’

Refet gripped his pistol and tried to keep his rising terror in check. He knew they should not remain here, but he felt strong sympathy for this man who had lost his family and friends.

‘You wait. Hold gun. I come back,’ he said, leaving Harold hunched over the broken forms of his wife and children.

A minute later, Refet returned. The young guard walked over to the lifeless body of Isobel, picked her up and carried her out. He had found a small room, that could be closed from the inside with a millstone and he planned to carry all the bodies there for safekeeping. He worked tirelessly.

‘Come,’ he said to Harold who was now sitting vacantly with his dead family around him. ‘We will bring you wife, you children.’

Harold did not heed him, so Refet bent down to pick up Victoria’s body.

‘Do not touch her!’ Harold shouted. He stood up. ‘Please,’ he said more gently. ‘I will carry her. You bring my boy.’

Refet inclined his head and carefully picked up Freddie’s flaccid body.

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