When Darkness falls: By Cheryl Napier

Dedication
To ma Gran who was the life and soul of the party and the
family.
Missed but always loved.

Wrote in Feb 2010 by Cheryl Napier

Chapter 1
Scotland 1815,
Joley was only five year old when she discovered she was
not like other little girls. She not only needs blood to
survive but she was also one of the gifted of her kind. She
always knew when she was being lied to.
"Everything's goona be fine Jo" her mother stated
"You just stay there and keep real quiet like a mouse" Jo's
mother left her in the small hidden room in the cellar and
walked up the stone steps to the main house.
"Where is she witch, the devils spawn you have" said a gruff
voice. "What are you talking about sir" Jo's mum calmly

asked the men. "Move you witch ill find e brat mesel" one
man spat. Thump, Smash, Thud. "Where is it" the gruff man
bellowed.
The house was turned upside down looking for little Jo, who
was cowering in the hidden room in the cellar, hearing the
men shout and throw things above stairs.
"Bitch tell us" one man said. Smack.
"I wont let you touch her you bastards" her mother panted.
"When we find the brat she'll give us some good
entertainment, till were bored o her" said a young giddy
man. Jo's mother lounged at the men then screamed as one
of them stabbed her in the stomach with there sword.
"The brat aint here John, can't find it anywhere" said the
giddy young man to the gruff voiced one. "Right men lets go"
said John. The men left with a lot of hilarity about the
witch and annoyance for not finding the child. They were
also discussing what they would do with the girl if they
found her. They were positive the witch had a 'brat'. They
burnt the cottage down but they never knew the cellar was
made with stone, so little Jo survived alone.
Joley was hidden in her little cave in the cellar for days.
She eventually came out when a deer one night decided the
cellar looked good for the night. Starved Joley leapt at the
deer and out of pure instinct drained it dry. She then
became a part of the forest, it was her home.

At the age of five Joley never knew she was half vampire,
from her father and half human from her mother.
*******************

France, 1610
I hope we have a son darling but if we have a daughter I
will cherish her just as much as you, she will be the apple of
my eye like her mother is said Mr Moreau with a twinkle in
his eye.
Well darling you will just have to wait a week or two now
Mrs Moreau teased.
A week later Alaric Adrien Moreau, was born to the top
aristocratic family. He was a gorgeous baby and became a
handsome young man.

France, 1630
In France 1630 Alaric Adrien Moreau at the age of 18 was
an average young French man, he was into drinking and
wenching. One night when he was drunkenly making his way
home Alaric decided to take a side alley home as I was
shorter.
The alley was dark and he could smell the Smokey
atmosphere, he passed a homeless drunk who smelled of
urine and the dirt floor of the alley which is why the musty
dirt smell. He was staggering along when suddenly half way

down the alley he was attacked by a shadowy figure. This

figure had the sharpest incisors Alaric had even seen and it
was a memory he will never forget a it was the night he
died.

********************
Scotland, 1835
In the forest surrounding the village of Bannockburn a not
so little Joley roamed the forest. She has made the forest
her home and feeds off of the animals and whatever else
she can find. When she cannot find an animal to drain she
will feed of the berries in the forest and when travellers
sleep or are not looking she steals some of their food.
Sometimes she watches the villagers at their daily tasks
but never when the sun is at its highest, as she is at her
weakest then. Living in the forest for fifteen years has
made Joley wild. She has little and no people skills and lives
and hides alone in her forest.
One evening Jo was roaming the forest as usual when she
heard some men talking. She crept nearer there campsite."
John its been fifteen years I think the brats dead by now,
plus none of the villagers have seen here or have any bite
marks." said a youngish voice. "Peter shut up I no its out
here I can feel it." snapped John.

Joley was taken back to a day fifteen years ago to the day
her mother died, she recognised the name John and both
voices of the men that were among those that killed her
mother. Joley turned and ran through the forest for miles.
It was close to dawn when Joley slowed her pace to a brisk
walk. Her mind was elsewhere so she never heard the men
ahead until she bumped into one. "oh. looky looky what we
found" gloated a rough hairy looking man. " she's pretty
thing aint she" slavered a young man. The men were looking
at Jo with lust and cruelty in there eyes, she was in trouble
now, its been hours since she had fed. " Erm ill be on my
way now sir's". she stammered " my mum ill be worried" Jo
said a little bolder. "Don't leave yet little lady, have a rest
you look tired" leered the older man. " that's kind of you sir
but id best be on ma way" she hedged walking slowly
backward. She was only four steps away from the men and
turning when one of them graped her hair and pulled her
back, she stumbled and ended up on her ass on the floor. Jo
went down with a thump and winded herself. Laughing the
men pined her to the ground the older one was on top of her
with a cheesy grin on his face. " now lets she whats under
here" he started to undress her but Jo did not make it easy
for him she wriggled tried to knee him hit him even head
butted him but still he got her bodes undone. " you bastard
I will eat your heart out" she promised. "ha, I don't think so
honey your not doin nothing" he laughed. He was lifting her
skirt up when suddenly the pressure on her arms was

released and she heard a gasp, unnoticed by the man on top

of her. Jo put all her strength into the punch she gave the
man it was strong enough to knock him of his feet. Jo was
getting the feeling in her legs back when she heard the man
stand up, she tucked herself into a ball shut her eyes and
waited, nothing happened. whoosh. Jo opened her eyes and
there was no one there. Hello" she whispered shakily.

In the woods a few miles away

Night was falling, the night creatures started to emerge,
including the worst of them all the blood suckers known as
vampire. They roam when darkness falls and sleep when
light appears. They have heightened senses, sight hearing
smell and supper human speed and strength. There killing
instinct is strong when their emotions are involved. Yes they
can have mate like werewolves do. The thing that gives them
an inclination of who their mate is, is that they will smell a
little bit of themselves in their mates sent, she has her own
sent but if you look closely you can scent if she is your
mate. Also she will have a little tattoo on her lower back
which matches the tattoo on the vampires chest.

Alaric a 90 year old pure blooded vampire roomed the

forest. Unknown to him was that he was about to have a
feast which would change his life. He caught the scent of
humans and one scent was breathtakingly sweet, like nothing

hes smelt before. A raw woodsy smell but it was sweet so

sweet his mouth watered, plus there was an extra
something in there to.
Wonder what that little something is mused Alaric.
Gotta have me some oh that
There were other scents in the air; Male, death sex and
violence with a little fear and excitement in the mix,
definitely not a good combo. Alarics vampire instincts
where kicking in and he was on the hunt for prey.
The sight in front of him mad the east within roar silently.
He saw a pretty little woman being pinned down by two men,
one holding her pinned with his body while the other held
her legs. Alarics vision went red. The beast was loss an
severely pissed.
Chapter 2
Jo opened her eyes and there was no one there. Hello" she
whispered shakily. She looks around but sees nothing, no
one, not even the men that attacked her. Strange she
ponders. Jo stands up slowly on her wobbly legs and stares
around herself again. Shrugs and slowly starts to leave the
mens campsite, with no sign of the men anywhere.