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Charlotte Bond ‘I remember ages past,’ he whispered conspiratorially, his eyes gleaming in the gloom, ‘and I remember a lifetime into the future.’ ‘Don’t be silly,’ scowled Alana. ‘No one can remember the future, that’s a contradiction. She smiled at her use of this long word. Demetrius gave her a patiently indulgent look. ‘You can remember if you’ve been there,’ he said. ‘I have lived through this year, this day before. And I have lived another two decades beyond this. I have seen you as a young woman of twenty-five, Alana. And I’ve come back to see you as you are now.’ Alana pondered this carefully. ‘But time travel’s impossible,’ she said, ‘and even if it was possible, there’s no way a werewolf could think of it. Unless you stole from the humans who created it in the future.’ Demetrius’ smile turned into a snarl and Alana cowered in sudden fear. Controlling his anger, Demetrius leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers beneath his chin. His eyes took on a golden gleam in the firelight. ‘I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised at your reaction,’ he said, a razor tone edging his calm voice. ‘If you had thought differently, you wouldn’t have joined the League and wouldn’t have necessitated my presence here.’ ‘What’s the League?’ Alana asked, baffled. His words made as much sense as a dream, yet the pain in her leg and the fear trickling through her veins made her certain she wasn’t sleeping. ‘The League is a collection of humans who make it their sole aim to track down and wipe out werewolves.’ ‘But why? There are only werewolves in Canada and they hardly ever get over the border.’ She thought of the ice-wastes of that country, where the sound of the howling could freeze your mind more than the bitter wind. The smooth snow appeared a sparkling silver under the bright moonlight, but only a fool would venture out at night to drink in its beauty. ‘Not in my time, little one,’ Demetrius replied. ‘I have seen my species living in secrecy and legend for centuries. I cannot describe my fury when, having finally emerged from the shadows, we were banished to a wasteland. Yet in five years from now, we will break free of your restrictions. We will race through the long nights until we cover most of the earth. It will be a glorious time, our first taste of freedom but swiftly on our heels will come the League, hunting us down and destroying us.’ -6-

Estronomicon Christmas 2008  

The eZine of fantasy, sci-fi and horror

Estronomicon Christmas 2008  

The eZine of fantasy, sci-fi and horror

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