A flash of lightning illuminated the huddled being, he had a coat over his head, a failed attempt at shutting out the downpour of rain, his head briefly emerged from the folds of the coat to scan the shadows for life, black hair plastered to his head from the rain, he shook his head. No life, not that he was expecting any. He hefted the coat onto his shoulders and began the long trek up the path. Lighting flashed again and the old mansion was illuminated on top of the hill, gothic features reminiscent of a time long past.
“Looks inviting...” He said dryly. He headed up to the tall iron gates, which were slightly ajar. He watched for the moment, and the sky darkened to pitch black, and clouds closed in overhead, he shivered. If previous information hadn’t told him otherwise, he might have thought the mansion was uninhabited, but no, he slipped through the gap in the gate and walked up to the large twin doors. An ugly mask greeted him there; the door handle shaped like a lion’s head, a chill ran down his spine as he banged on the door once, twice... The door swung wide with an eerie creaking noise and he stood in the doorway. Lightning flashed once again and the youth’s shadow was cast over a huddling creature in the middle of the room. Covered in fur, the creature appeared to be asleep. The boy, took one last glance at the creature, and gazed into his pocket, there he withdrew a pistol and loaded it with a bullet that seemed to gleam in the night.
“Say good night doggie!” The youth whispered harshly and the pistol came up. With speed unbelievable of something made of matter, the creature was upon him, snarling, wolfish features stared him in the face, the pistol fired into the ceiling, and a light smattering of dust drifted lightly down over the two beings, the creature was strong and overpowered the youth in a mere instant, but with his other hand the boy reached inside his coat and drew another pistol, another shot rang out. The creature howled, struck in the chest by the bullet and sank it’s teeth into the boy, who also cried out.
With another burst of speed the creature retreated upstairs, into another room of the house, and holding his injured shoulder, the youth followed. Up the stairs lumbered the wolfish creature and rounded the corner into a hallway. The boy rounded the same corner and stared down the corridor, three doors. He waited; a sudden noise and pistol leading he smashed into the first room.
A small girl lay on the ground bathed in moonlight, her white dress stained with crimson blood, she lifted her head, tears filled her tiny blue eyes, streaming down her face, pupils searching the boy for any hint of malice. The boy knelt before her, his own blue eyes staring at someone he had thought he’d lost.
“Sister...” A tear rolled down his face as he embraced her, and the girl wept openly, in her brother’s arms. The youth’s eyes widened as he saw the source of blood, a bullet hole in her chest, he tried to push her away, but her dagger found his heart. Another tear rolled down his cheek, mixing with the blood flowing from them both.
The moon full, shining silver shunned the two, turning it’s gaze a new world, one devoid of demons and monsters, bringing with it a new light, a new hope, a new beginning.