Chapter Two

            He was mad, really mad. He was so mad he could punch something, or drive the stupid van off of the stupid road. But he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t do any of those things. Neither one of them would do him any good. He was much too old to be throwing any temper tantrums… unfortunately.  Stop being a child, he repeatedly scolded himself. But he couldn’t help it, he felt cheated, like he had been ripped of his right of being a child.

            He was driving on a barely paved road, with dense forest on either side, in a stinky old movers van, following a snazzy red Ferrari. He could just see her golden hair streaming out behind her as she sat in the passenger seat, and the ruggedly handsome back of his father in the drivers seat. He could tell that they were laughing, having a good time, excited to be at their new destination.

            Slowly the trees began to fade as he followed his father off of the main road. They where in Scotland. He hadn’t seen another house, or mansion, for at least twenty miles. Trees gave way to vast rolling hills, and the scent of water came in through the cracked window. It was almost like being home.

            Theodore Damon was an avid collector of things, mostly things that were expensive, and rare. Things that were hundreds of years old, things from the Dark Ages.  How he afforded any of it his son would never know. But now he had found the crown jewel, something that he had been saving for. Something that had taken carful budgeting, and planning for the past twenty-eight years. A castle.

            The remains of an ancient wall stood before them, foreboding any one who dare come close to them. Warning them of some magic that no one could break, a sleeping giant that was crumbling away into despair.

            After entering the wall he could see a castle on a hill, and the smell of water came from behind it. While small it was magnificently build, strong enough to stand the test of time. It stood tall and proud, looking down on them with despite as the climbed the hill, the van struggling under its load of medieval memorabilia.

            Dad parked the fancy sports car, climbed out, smoothed back his graying dark brown hair, and smiled at his find. He motioned for his son to join him. Unwillingly he climbed out of the van, glad to stretch his long legs for once. “What do you think, Justin?” Dad’s deep voice called out to him. Justin to a good long look at it before he shrugged. “It looks like every other piece of medieval art you’ve purchased, old.” Theodore rolled his eyes and smiled his heart stopping smile, the dimple in his left cheek popping into place.

            He walked over to the passenger door and let out Meredith. “What about you honey?” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll have to agree with Justin on this one sweetheart. It’s just like everything else except you can live in it… maybe.” Theodore gave an exasperated sigh. “What a bunch of party poopers! Come on Justin, get that van up here and we’ll start to unload.”

            Justin raked long fingers through the same dark hair of his father, and puffed out his cheeks. What he wouldn’t give to be in a nice warm bed right now. The sun was setting in the far west, and he was just getting started! Quickly he drove the van into place in front of the front gate, knowing full well that they wouldn’t be unloading all of this stuff in one night.

            Once he was in place he heard his dad push up the sliding door in the back, too excited to wait for his only son to help him. He hopped out of the van once more, but was ambushed by a bundle of golden curls. He picked up the little girl, hoping that she would stay out of the way long enough for them to get some work done. “Do you think that there are ghosts in there Jayjay?” she said through chubby cheeks. He had to stifle a laugh to keep from offending his little sister. “If there are you can sleep with me tonight, ok Polly?” he set her down on a decaying stump of what might have been a great tree back in the day. “But you stay here, and don’t get in the way for now. We don’t want you to get hurt now do we?” She looked up at him with emerald green eyes and pouted the way only a four year old can pout. “No, Jayjay, we wouldn’t want that. Not at all.”

            Justin quickly went to the passenger side of the van and got a carrying crate that held possibly the cutest little cocker spaniel puppy. He took the squirming pup from the crate, clipped the leash onto a very blingy collar, and put him in Polly’s lap. “Here, I’m sure Cuddles had to go potty, why don’t you walk him around a bit?” A smile came to her face as she took the leash. “Don’t let go of him though, you hear? If he runs off we might not ever see him again.” Her eyes got big, and her mouth formed and “O”. “That would be just dreadful!” He watched her for a while to make sure that she was all right, and then went to unload.

            After several hours of heavy lifting, they finally stopped. About a hundred crates were stacked in the courtyard, and there were still more to come! They ranged in size of fist sized to man sized, and each one of them carried something exquisite.

            The sun had long gone, Cuddles’ energy was running low, and so was every one else’s. Dinner was a meal of cold Kentucky fried chicken with some on-the-verge-of-stale biscuits, and some good old fashioned brown gravy. Dad had made a fire in the HUGE fire place in the grand hall, where they all sat now. Some of their furniture had all ready been moved in, so some of the rooms were partially furnished, including the bed rooms, halleluiah!

            Justin stretched out his long legs on the thing that Meredith thought was a couch, with the pup on his broad chest. Polly was on Dad’s lap half asleep as he read her a story about kings and knights of old. “Maybe we should send the children up to bed now Teddy? Justin’s about out and I think Polly is.” Dad nodded his consent and lifted Polly off of the floor and started to carry her up some beautiful stone stairs to the second floor.

            Standing, Justin set the roly-poly pup on the floor to stretch, as he too stretched out his six foot two frame. He turned to go up the stairs, knowing that the pup would follow him, instead of his mistress Polly, to bed. A warm hand rested on his arm. “Justin, honey, can we talk?” Too tire to fight he nodded. “Sure mom. What about.” Mom gave him that funny little girl grin of hers. “You know ‘what about’.” She sat down, expecting him to follow.

            “I know that you’re mad at your dad and I, Justin, and I don’t blame you. But I also know that there was no talking your dad out of this either. He’s been very successful in his searches, and is respected by many people, and I hope that you are one of those people.” She searched his piercing blue eyes that were so much like his fathers, and sighed. “You are more like him then you know. You share the same passions; you just go about expressing yourselves differently. We’ll try to make this work, and if you still don’t like it in, say, four weeks time, then we’ll buy you a ticket and you can spend the rest of the summer in North Carolina with Gram and Gramp.” She kissed his forehead with ruby red lips, and smiled. “Now go on up to bed, you look beat.”

            He stood once more, and then turned to look at his beautiful, youthful mom. “Thanks, mom. Love you.” She smiled once more, “I love you too, Justin.”

 

 

            He could hear the water lapping up against the rock shore, crickets and frogs sang their nigh chorus. The pup lay sound asleep next to his head, fawn and white fur tickling his ear. But he heard something else too. Something that sounded faintly of voices, coming from some unknown place in the night. From his spot in bed he could see how the light of the moon washed out the colors of the land, and how dips and gullies that he had seen earlier, seemed to disappear in the silver glow of a full moon. A terrible shriek sent him straight out of bed and over to the balcony in hid boxers. He searched the night sky for any sign of the animal that could make such a noise.

            He searched, but only saw a faint glimmer of color higher than he thought possible for a bird to fly. The speck that he saw must be a big bird, but he could only imagine how big it would be down at his level.

            A scraping noise from behind him shook him from his night gazing. He looked around and saw a small nightgown clad form standing in his doorway. “Justin, I’m scared.” Came a tiny voice. Quickly stepping over the cold stone of the castle floor he closed the gap between them in a few strides. He shut the door, and felt a slight breeze come in as he did, sending goose- pimples up and down his bronzed skin. He picked up his little princess and carried her off to the full sized bed that he used to share with himself.

            Gently he laid her down, and then slipped in under the covers beside her. He stroked her back with long fingers and a large palm. “Some day, Jayjay, when I’m big and grown up, we’ll get married, won’t we?” Polly said through the blankets that she had pulled over her head. Justin pulled them ever so slightly down and kissed her ear. “Sure Poll. You and I.” “And then I won’t have to worry about ghost princesses talking to me while I try to sleep, because you’ll be there.” A frown swept over his face at that. “What do you mean?” “And you can stroke my back all night long…” her voice faded into the soft breathing of sleep.

            Rolling over onto his back he thought about her comment on the ghost princess. Silly little kid, he said to himself, there’s no such thing as ghosts. Again the screech filled the night air, but she lay there asleep, as did the pup. The gooseflesh rose higher, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end as he slipped deeper into the covers, and let sleep wash over him.

 

 

Chapter 1

            A dark figure stood in the shadows of the castle wall; the pains that had been taken in order to be out here tonight, away from a warm bed. Sentries roamed the battlements, keen eyes searching for anything out of the ordinary. Shadows had become a big part of this cloaked figures life; they were the only place that it felt safe.

            The world outside of the walls was menacing and dangerous looking. High hills rose like the jagged teeth of the many dragons and other flesh eating creatures that made them home. Pale moonlight painted everything in muted color, drowning out the real beauty of the land. Dips and gullies in the land seemed not to exist in this light. Mist hung over the ground like low clouds, dusting everything in water crystals. Soon, the figure would be soaked through to the bone; not a pleasant thought.   

            A shriek filled the night air with a bone chilling quality. Dusty gray eyes searched the oily blackness of the sky, looking for the owner of the cry. Only a faint smudge of color betrayed the presence of the dragon as it searched for food.

            Bushes on the side of the castle seemed to come to life as the shape of another human seemed to form from the shadows of the wall. It came closer and closer till there were only a few inches between them. The faint aroma of crushed Dragons Flame slammed into the first figures nostrils, intoxicating it, making the black heart within its chest to beat wildly. The only high point of this job was meeting with the middle man.

            Cold fingers inched their way to its shoulder, sending a shiver of fear and lust through veins carrying rancid blood. “Any news, my friend?” came the slithery, and drugging voice of the tall deathly beautiful woman that its fellows called Mira. Swallowing the lump that had formed in its throat; a deep voice rose from the depths of the cloak. “The child was born not even two hours before.” The hand tightened its grip in excitement. “Ah, he will be pleased. He has waited long for the news of thisss… finally something that can be used as leverage.”

            “Where is my payment? I gave you what you wanted, you promised an award.” Quicker than the blink of an eye the hood of his cloak was ripped back, he was shoved against the wall, the blade of an ice cold dagger cutting the skin of his fine throat. “Your payment,” she hissed “is your life.” Her golden eyes softened, the blade removed. “What a stupid boy you have been Claude.” She purred, stroking a blood red nail aver his jaw line, seeming sharper then the dagger. Blood traced its way down browned skin. “If you had known what and whom you had sold your soul to, you would have never been foolish enough to accept Xandergon’s offer.”

            She stepped back seeming to dissolve into the night. “You will stay here and watch the child till it’s time to fulfill the Plan. I will check in often, Ta.” And she was gone, vanished into thin air. Again a blood curdling screech filled the night air.

            Claude’s skin seemed to be scalding from where her nail had sliced at his jaw. Cold blood trickled down his neck in a lazy stream. He dabbed at it some more the replaced the covering over his face. No one could know what had happened tonight. He had sold his soul to the devil, and he had just sealed the deal. Xandergon’s seal was stamped on the cool skin of his chest, piercing his heart with a cold dagger with his every waking moment.

            Heart in his throat, pounding in his ears, fingers shaking, he searched for his way back in; a small crack in the wall. Big enough for a man of his size to fit though, yet invisible to the naked eye, damp, and cold, just like his heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Over the past year I've made the decision not to use birth control at all.
Now I'll tell you why.
In 1916 a woman by the name of Margaret Sanger created the first ever birth control clinic. Why did she do it? Because she wanted to wipe out the black "race". Since then Planned Parenthood has become the biggest pro- abortion organization in America. This lady is the one who came up with birth control, and abortion.
Hitler, during his regime, used Margaret's plan for birth control and management in order to try to exterminate the Jews, and those who were not blond haired and blue eyed.
As you can see, birth control has an ugly history.
So my question is:
Is it right for Christian women to use birth control?

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I am currently waiting for God to reveal His path for my future.

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