The wind rocked the remaining portion of the Theatre, causing what was left of the viewing screens to tremble and crack. The howl it made was something akin to a horror film, mournful and chilling. It resonated deep in her bones and she found herself stepping just a tad closer to her best friend. She had been trying her best to ignore the look of trust in the blonde’s glowing blue eyes, but she couldn’t. How could she tell the woman that she was petrified of the wind? How it nearly made her want to drop to her knees and cower until it was over? She was a vampire, immortal. She shouldn’t fear a thing, but the way it blew through the open cracks in the building and slammed into her back caused her to shake. The sound set her teeth on edge, the feel of it in her hair as it whipped across her face made her cringe. She’d always been afraid of storms, but it wasn’t the thunder and lightning that got to her. It was the gale force winds that howled through the night, taking trees and buildings down with its rage.
It was how she lost her sister.
The sky was clear, not a cloud to be seen for miles. The sun was bright, the air cool. Lindsay swayed from the tree branch, her green eyes wild with childish wonder as the leaves shook and trembled. ‘Look, Con-Con! I can almost reach it!’ Her voice chirped with that melodic sound that always warmed her heart. No more than four years old, and she was as brave as the strongest warrior and as sweet as sugar. Putting her book down with an exasperated sigh, the ten year old put her book down and glared at her sister. “Momma said you’re not supposed to be doing that, Lindsay. Get down!” Lindsay’s lower lip trembled, her wide eyes filling with tears. She knew another protest was building – or worse, a wail that would surely bring their parents running. She couldn’t afford to be grounded again!
“Lindsay! Now! Before you get hu--…” She was never able to finish the sentence. The wind had picked up once again, causing her book to blow away. For a brief moment, she was worried about missing her page, and then she heard the snap. She watched in slow horror as the scene played out in front of her. The wind had caused the brittle bark to crack, the branch her sister as holding onto for dear life peeling away from the ancient oak tree. “Lindsay!” Her sister’s eyes filled with terror as the limb fell. Jumping to her feet, she took off running, adamant on catching her sister before she reached the ground, but she was too late. Quickly, she grabbed the limb and shoved it off of her, tears soaking her cheeks.
“Mommy! Daddy! Quick!” She screamed, before taking in full sight of what was her sister. Her eyes were open, though there was no more shining brightness to them. Instead, they were lifeless, doll-like. Dead. Her neck was bent at an odd angle, her bright blond hair resting over her pale cheeks and matted with blood from the gash on her forehead.
Over the sound of the wind, she heard her mother’s devastated cry.
“--- swer?”
Shaking her head, she snapped out of the memory, barely catching what Freyja was saying to her. Carefully, she danced her tongue over her dry lips, her unique golden gaze moving from the window to her best friend. “What? Yeah, whatever you want to do,” she responded quietly, her accent thick with sorrow as she unhooked her Desert Eagles from her thighs. Checking to make sure the slide was in place, she thumbed the safety on both weapons before glancing ahead. She had answered with a universal acceptance, having known Freyja enough to know that she’d want to be accepted with her request. “We should go check the rest of the place out and find the others.” Without waiting for her to respond, she stepped over another beam and out of the room, carefully avoiding any other fallen debris as she headed for the lobby. “Maybe they have a way for us to get out of here.”
It was how she lost her sister.
The sky was clear, not a cloud to be seen for miles. The sun was bright, the air cool. Lindsay swayed from the tree branch, her green eyes wild with childish wonder as the leaves shook and trembled. ‘Look, Con-Con! I can almost reach it!’ Her voice chirped with that melodic sound that always warmed her heart. No more than four years old, and she was as brave as the strongest warrior and as sweet as sugar. Putting her book down with an exasperated sigh, the ten year old put her book down and glared at her sister. “Momma said you’re not supposed to be doing that, Lindsay. Get down!” Lindsay’s lower lip trembled, her wide eyes filling with tears. She knew another protest was building – or worse, a wail that would surely bring their parents running. She couldn’t afford to be grounded again!
“Lindsay! Now! Before you get hu--…” She was never able to finish the sentence. The wind had picked up once again, causing her book to blow away. For a brief moment, she was worried about missing her page, and then she heard the snap. She watched in slow horror as the scene played out in front of her. The wind had caused the brittle bark to crack, the branch her sister as holding onto for dear life peeling away from the ancient oak tree. “Lindsay!” Her sister’s eyes filled with terror as the limb fell. Jumping to her feet, she took off running, adamant on catching her sister before she reached the ground, but she was too late. Quickly, she grabbed the limb and shoved it off of her, tears soaking her cheeks.
“Mommy! Daddy! Quick!” She screamed, before taking in full sight of what was her sister. Her eyes were open, though there was no more shining brightness to them. Instead, they were lifeless, doll-like. Dead. Her neck was bent at an odd angle, her bright blond hair resting over her pale cheeks and matted with blood from the gash on her forehead.
Over the sound of the wind, she heard her mother’s devastated cry.
“--- swer?”
Shaking her head, she snapped out of the memory, barely catching what Freyja was saying to her. Carefully, she danced her tongue over her dry lips, her unique golden gaze moving from the window to her best friend. “What? Yeah, whatever you want to do,” she responded quietly, her accent thick with sorrow as she unhooked her Desert Eagles from her thighs. Checking to make sure the slide was in place, she thumbed the safety on both weapons before glancing ahead. She had answered with a universal acceptance, having known Freyja enough to know that she’d want to be accepted with her request. “We should go check the rest of the place out and find the others.” Without waiting for her to respond, she stepped over another beam and out of the room, carefully avoiding any other fallen debris as she headed for the lobby. “Maybe they have a way for us to get out of here.”
