Reaper's Word

Clair found that the next week she saw very little of the hell hounds and was a bit more free to move around and search. Isaiah was a little harder to avoid, but she managed it. She was always making sure to stay open feeling for him. The second she felt anything that might signal him she ran.

One thing was for sure she was very glad for the toiletries in the house, and for the absence of the hell hounds. She didn't think that being a woman at certain times of the month and their sense of smell would work so well. Clair found out that there were only five left. Including her, of the original twelve that had come here with her.

She was also in better shape than them, emotionally and physically. She thanked god for her talents because they were really the reason that she was doing as well as she was. They were just growing stronger and she learned a new thing about herself as well. She was far more athletically inclined than she had ever thought possible.

She should be after two weeks of living here. The outside worlds seemed like it was a glorious fairy tale she'd once been told. As if out there was the unrealistic book, and in here was the truth of reality. This house was her world now. She took to learning what she could, it meant that she would just be that much better off. Somehow it seemed like she'd always been here. Like she'd always be here, this was her tomb.

"At least it's a beautiful tomb." She said moving with her sketch pad and items to find a place to draw. She kept going up when she found the stairs. She came to a set of stairs that were wooden. Here she went up she tried to open the door but couldn't.

So she used her mind and it popped open easily, and she stepped out onto the wide expanse of roof. She moved around it, there were other doors as well here, but very few. Perhaps only three of four. She moved across the roof to where she found a large pyramid of glass.

Looking down she could see the design on the ballroom floor now. It was an intricate pattern and looked like a mosaic. The rose across the floor with silver lining all the edges couldn't be seen unless you were up here. She stared at it for a minute before deciding what she wanted to do.

After all there wasn't much to do but wait. Wait to be caught, wait to get away, wait to die, or for an answer that wasn't going to come. So Clair found ways to pass her time. Something she could escape into for a while. She was tired of sitting in her wall.

She pulled out her sketch pad and started to draw. It was close to ten in the morning, so she had plenty of time. Not to mention she hadn't even heard the slightest movement around the house from anything that might try to take a bite out of her.

That this rush also seemed to start to happen thinking about

yesterday. It was over sized but warm. A black color, she'd found jeans in her size and was wearing them as well. Still she was trying to

the mountain tops she got up and hurried to the closest door and went down. She knew where she was then and moved to find her hiding place. Tucking the drawing into her

sat. She hit the little tap light there. In her ten foot by ten foot space. She had a storage bin for food, and another bin for clothing

her head on a pillow that she'd found and looked up at the ceiling. She had a drawing of the night sky with trees edging it and she would stare at it. Trying to remember

and tried to think of peaceful calming things. Things that she missed. For one, to sleep in a bed would be nice, and to see her adoptive parents again. With these thoughts

by a horrible screeching noise. She hit the tap light and looked around thinking that something had gotten into the vents, but no. The sound came again and

down the chute to her right and then up the shaft to her

and started her climb up. Trying to be quiet. The metal here was fairly warped from her constantly climbing it. However as she chose the smaller opening to the right, the metal popped slightly

more slowly, she heard growling coming from everywhere, like the house was alive. She found herself looking through a grate finally. She

pianos here along with other instruments, but that wasn't what held her attention. The three hell hounds were weaving back and forth in front of some creature. It looked skeletal in nature, skinny, nothing but skin

on in the house it seemed, just the glow of the moon outside.

to her like the skin might be a midnight blue color or black. Sprouting from its back were two huge wings tattered and frayed at the bottom. They swept up in a curved motion with claws at the end. It brought the wings down and

the hell hounds stopped moving. Just standing still. There was a sudden shrill whistle and then it felt like someone punched Clair right in the head. She felt the urge to come out of the

reached up but she pulled it back, death was waiting on the other side and she wasn't going to him. Two doors opened and another man came in. They waited a bit longer no one breathing, nothing moving and then the doors slammed