Chapter 1
Nineteen years ago…
The rain beat gently against the rooftop but it did not mask the sound of breaking glass coming from the bottom floor of Carolynn’s home. Living in the country was usually peaceful. She’d heard of wild animals jumping through windows but crime itself was non-existent. She grabbed the 9mm Glock from the nightstand drawer. Like many country hardened women Carolynn knew how to shoot. She would have preferred the shotgun but it was downstairs in the gun cabinet. The 9mm would do.
She didn’t hear another sound but knew she would never go back to sleep if she didn’t check the house. She slowly made her way downstairs, peering into the dark and wondering if she should turn on a light. Her female intuition told her no.
The porch light from outside, cast a soft glow into the front room as Carolynn turned toward the kitchen. A soft noise made her spin back towards the sound.
A naked man was standing ten feet away, mostly concealed by the dark shadows of the room. Before panic could set in, she took a short breath and lifted the gun in one swift movement. But before she could fire, the man did the oddest thing… he smiled. The explosion sounded at the same time the man slammed into her and her body made a sudden impact with the floor. The gun went flying from her hand.
Carolynn fought though she never had a chance. Her pleas did not change the course of events over the next hour.
The stranger never said a word. He walked out the front door when he was satisfied; a bloody trail, caused by the bullet wound in his arm, leaving a dark trail on the floor and on her body. His smell was the one thing Carolynn would never forget. It was the pungent scent of a wet dog.
Carolynn cried at the injustice as she scrubbed herself raw under the scalding spray of the shower. She wasn’t young or beautiful. Until tonight, she had only been with one man in her life. Her husband Dale had been dead for three years. She was too young to be widowed but too old to be savagely raped.
That night became her tormented secret. She stopped going to church and refused to speak more than clipped sentences to the women in her congregation. They finally left her alone.
She and Dale had never had a child. It was three months before she knew her body held the horror of what happened that night. Thoughts of killing herself and the child almost drove her crazy. Her hatred blossomed as the tiny being fluttered within her stomach. Suicide was a mortal sin but she welcomed eternity in hell over giving birth to the monster’s seed.
When the first cramps of labor began, she decided she would drown the hell spawn before its first breath. Her screams were heard by no one. Seven hours later, the small body finally slipped from her womb as Carolynn lay on the bathroom floor. The bathtub was filled with water waiting to close around the child who would never know life.
Carolynn was barely able to stand and scoop up the bloody wet body, a body that was not moving but was doing one amazing thing. Stark blue eyes, a reflection of her own, gazed up at Carolynn. They would not release their hold. She collapsed to the floor, tears rolling off her cheeks as she brought the softness to her breast.
Emily was given life. Carolynn’s grace lasted two weeks. Then, her child became a monster. Carolynn caged her for nineteen years. The cage was Emily’s entire world until the day she killed Carolynn, the day Emily killed her mother.
Fang Chronicles: Amy’s Story
Book I
Fang Chronicles: Emily’s Story
Book II
Fang Chronicles: Zenya’s Story
Book III
Fang Chronicles: Mandy’s Story
Book IV
Fang Chronicles: Dmitri
Book V
Coming 2014
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