Second Chance - Chapter 10Her eyes zoomed in on the figure, recognising him in an instant. Despite the smell of alcohol emanating from her clothing, it was clear that she was together enough to recognise this man. Any amount of Chardonnay that may still be in her system wasn’t impairing her senses. Not as much as one might expect, being woken from their slumber at gone three in the morning.But she was wide awake and livid. Her eyes focused on the male on her doorstep like a buzzard would on a young rabbit hiding in the course grass of a warren. Her crystal blue eyes became icy and her look was venomous. She was staring blatant daggers at him.“You.”Her voice was scarcely audible, but her tone was dangerous. If words could kill…James didn’t want to think about that. He swallowed the lump in his throat, picking his confidence up from the floor, speaking up again, using nerve he didn’t know he had.“Yes… it’s me.”She seemed taken aback at his nerve.
Second Chance - Chapter 9It was approximately three am when they approached their rough destination, and they were in the thinnest part of the forest. They were on the edge of the Jurassic coast, like James had described, atop the cliff tops that stood over the coastline and deep, but currently serene greeny-blue waves, washing over the sandstone. The views were breathtaking. The sky was still the same inky dark blue that it had been before, and the stars spread out sparsely, like little white dots of chalk dust on a blackboard. The grass under their feet was lush, a deep and healthy green, and still slightly damp from the rain a few days before. The salty smell of sea was strong, but they were also greeted with the scent of damp wood, damp earth and slowly decaying leaves from the trees behind them. Despite the bitter cold that left Chris’s breath turning to mist as he spoke, it was next to perfect up here. He drew himself a little closer to James, wrapping his fingers around James’s, and resting
Second Chance - Chapter 8“James, I still don’t get where you’re taking us.” Chris spoke up in an irritated tone, kicking the ground about and scuffing his shoes about in the fallen leaves, “I don’t get it. If we were brought back to help you, then why can’t you tell us what you need to do? Who’s this girl that’s going to kill you? An ex girlfriend? Angry cousin? Your grandma? I’d like to know something about who we’re going to see and possibly getting our heads bitten off by. You need to start talking to us.”The four of them had been travelling for two nights now, primarily sticking to forested areas that provided the shade that James would need throughout the heat and light of the day, hunting when they needed to feed. George had told them all that they would need to know about their dietary requirements, and how often they would now need to feed. James would only now need to feed once a week, and the blood of any creature would suffice,
Second Chance - Chapter 7A short while later, Violet, who Grandpa Toby had sent away, and another young female who looked to be a similar age to her, if a little older, returned, bearing a couple of small bagfuls of what must be “fresh meat”… whatever that was. Upon seeing their arrival Grandpa Toby instructed them, all of them, to gather into a large circle and sit down on the grass, council members next to council members, and anyone else next to anyone else. Noticing Andrew becoming a little uncomfortable, and of the elder council members, with receding grey hair gently aimed an old, well-worn leather jacket at him, explaining as he did so.“Tanned cattle skin, essentially, lad. You should be able to settle on that.”With a quiet “thank you” he brought the jacket back to his place in the circle and laid it out smooth, finding himself able to settle on the grass with a layer of dead animal skin beneath him.“How does that work?” James demanded, asking ye