Samantha Young - Blood Will Tell

I talk to God as much as I talk to Satan, cause I want to hear both sides.

Biffy Clyro God & Satan

Her brother, Stellan, was always telling her curiosity killed the cat. She was too young to take this as the warning it was. She was curious. Curious about the noises she thought she heard from below the house. Curious enough to venture downwards.

Like a cat that knew she wasnt allowed on the kitchen counter tops, Eden made her way down the wide stone staircase that spiralled into the basement. Her heart thudded in her chest. Daddy said she wasnt allowed down here, but that noise She flinched again as another scream rent the air. As her patent shoe finally descended into the corridor, her head peeking around the corner tentatively, she thought her heart was going to explode out of her chest. She froze, her eyes drawn to the iron door near the end of the long hallway. She waited as the sounds of struggle beyond the door grew more frantic.

The iron door burst open. A woman a beautiful woman with long red curls fell out of the doorway and onto the cold, hard floor; her arms stretched out in front of her as she tried to claw her way along the ground, fingernails breaking off in her wild struggle. Eden took a step forward, terror choking her. The womans mouth and left side of her pretty face were swollen. Even so young, Eden knew the signs of violence. Edens horrified eyes scanned the naked woman. Raised bite marks, bleeding and raw, covered her breasts and stomach, and (Eden shuddered in confusion) the inside of her thigh. Lacerations across her back and legs wept openly, excruciating and bloody. The woman sobbed, too weak to pull herself very far, crawling in increments towards Eden. Eden took another step forward and the woman looked up.

Help! She yelled hoarsely, her wide eyes begging and pleading with Eden, the sight of the little girl sparking a dismal hope. Please, help me! She reached out towards her, screaming all the while. Involuntarily, Eden felt her little arm move out towards the woman. But she didnt know what to do. What should she do?!

The iron door scratched harshly against the stone floor and her father appeared out of the room, his hair mussed and face glowing. The top of his trousers were undone, his leather belt dangling from his clenched fist. He scowled ferociously at Eden as he grabbed the screaming, scratching woman up into his arms as if she were nothing more than a wriggling puppy.

Ryan, no! She sobbed, clawing at Edens father. Ryan ignored her.

Eden! He bellowed. Get out of here! Dont ever come here again without my permission! And with that he slammed back inside the room, the iron clashing against brick like the roar of a monster.

Everything grew quiet except for the harsh, racing thump of Edens heart.

Eden!

She turned slowly. A blurry Stellan leapt down the staircase towards her, panic and concern in his voice. He reached her, clutching her little arms tightly in his hands.

Eden promptly threw up at his feet.

Stellan cursed and raced back upstairs. He seemed to take forever as she sat there, breathing through her mouth, her chest heaving. When he returned he had cleaning products, and went about taking care of the mess she had made, muttering something about mom and dad not finding out how shed had that kind of reaction. When he was done, Stellan returned and carefully lifted her into his strong, young arms. She snuggled into the warm safety of him as he carried her back upstairs to her room. He sat down on the bed, keeping her secure in his hold.

You cant tell anyone, Paradise, he whispered softly, using his teasing nickname for her. You cant tell anyone what you saw down there. Not any of the other Blessed that visit mom and dad. What dad did does torturing and killing humans its a breach of our laws.

She shivered. The law?

Her brother nodded, his face taut with disapproval. Theres a group, called The Tribunal, they make sure the Blessed dont call attention to our race; they enforce the law that we should only feed on, not devour a humans soul, so that we dont start killing off humans. We need them for our survival, after all.

Does it hurt them? She sniffled. The humans?

Stellans chest moved up and down in a heavy sigh beneath her head. Yes. But it cant be helped, Eden. Youll understand when you awaken. The hunger is just too sweet.

Stellan had awoken a few months before. She could hear the awe and wonder in his voice at this new cycle in his life.

But what daddy does? The womans face flashed before her eyes, begging Eden to help her. She began to cry quietly.

She felt her brother tense beneath her. Dad gives into his instincts when he shouldnt. I think Teagan is going the same way.

Teagan was their cousin. He had come to live with them after his father, Ryans brother, had been killed along with his wife. Eden still didnt know how they had died she hadnt thought the Blessed were easily killed and her father refused to tell her. Teagan was a year older than Stellan, and Ryan seemed to prefer him to his own children.

Does mom do it, too?

She felt Stellan shake his head. Moms like me. Or Im like her, I guess. Shes more cautious of us being found out.

Eden had a horrible thought. Would you want to? Do what daddy does, I mean?

At his continued silence. Eden looked up into her brothers face and saw the longing there. He clenched his fists and his jaw. Its there. The desire to do it But I know its wrong, so I wont, he promised.

Is it wrong because youd be a killing a human or wrong because youd breaking the law?

Sighing again, Stellan brushed her hair back off her face in easy affection. Youll understand, Paradise, when youre older. We cant help our nature. But we can try and control it.

She was silent and pale.

Finally, Stellan grinned down at her. This is no way to celebrate your birthday. Come on. He settled her on her feet, grabbing her hand. Gently he began dragging her downstairs. Stellan took her through the back rooms and out onto the huge balcony that descended into twin stairs, leading out onto their land at the back of the house. By the time he had chased her through the gardens he had her laughing and giggling again. He swung her up into his arms as he caught her at the end of their mother, Celines, prized fountain and turned her to where her gift awaited.

Happy Birthday, Paradise.

At the sight of the pony, she squealed in childish delight.

The nightmares that begun that night lasted longer than the pony.

Salton, Michigan

Her English teacher droned on in the background but Eden Winslow wasnt really paying attention. She was gazing in frustration out of the classroom window, out through the school car park, past the front gates and at the library across the street. Two guys in sunglasses sat on the steps, one reading a newspaper, the other sipping coffee. Their faces were totally familiar.

Her dad really thought she was stupid. He was sooo paranoid.

She nearly snorted out loud as she watched the two men trying to look inconspicuous. It was a dull, cloudy day outside maybe they should have reconsidered the sunglasses. Morons. Jeez, her dad actually thought she had no idea he had bodyguards tailing her back and forth from school and wherever else she went.

Noah thought she should talk to him about it. Get him to stop.