BLOOD MOON

She swayed unsteadily and nearly dropped to her knees before she

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fists so tightly they could draw blood. She should be angry, furious. And she was. But now, she was more tired than anything else. She wanted to kneel and cry or lean on the cen

ly delayed. And it was, her mind added. Not only did the information come late, but before she'd got here, her mother had al

ing but Rose didn't care about that. She knew the police wouldn't find anything important and even if they did, her family would make sure it had scrubbed every trace of incriminating information clean. She could only hope that they had been negligen

t she just didn't bother with it. She was sitting on the front porch when two officers showed up. They approached tensely with their hands on their weapons, after the initial interrogation and they es

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d probably recall the event like a gas explosion or something along those lines. And after a while, the whole event would be like a dream. Meanwhile throughout the time Rose had been there, she kept trying to scour the place through the dreamscape but unlike at her mother's place where the vestiges had been scoured clean, these had just been scrambled. Instead of images, visua

up clues of some kind. And the moment she neared the grave she began to pick up the scent of shades so stro

em to shreds but only after slowly torturing them...Rose tasted blood. She shut her eyes and took deep slow breaths. Feeling the fangs retract as she did so, her palms suddenly felt wet wi

DREA

that was not what Rose was doing. She would mourn later when her mother's murderer w

agic that filled reality. These imprints were called shades. And death left behind stronger emotions - and therefore stronger imprints than most.

carry shades for centuries and perhaps even millennia. Of course with the unintended effect of reanimating corpses. Certain supernaturals were gifted in pickin

and holding it there, opened her eyes. The landscape before Rose had changed. From the cold frigid day, with skies overcast with clouds to one that was for most intents and purposes best described as simply dark. Her

in shade dreams like these and she never dared to tarry for too long in them either, for fear of catching the attention of the spider goddess by accident. She shivered at the thought and turned her mind back to the task at hand. Her mother initially ignores the sound, but Rose can pick up on emotions such as worry, fear, and a

been one to entertain guests, at least not the kind that would cause her to be terrified. Even back in t

explode inwards simultaneously. Then Rose hears her mother scream - a sound of pur

to either side of her gasping for breath. She had only just