Hey guys!

Sorry, I won't be able to post a lot now because school's started and schoolwork takes priority blah blah blah. I'm kind of glad to be back at school, seriously, becuase I like being busy, and I just waited two weeks to talk to my friend, who I recently got obsessed with Miraculous Ladybug and I told her to watch all the episodes and read all the fanfictions, well specific ones. But you don't need to know that. Anyway, please enjoy and leave a review!


The clear twilight sky promised a pleasant night, but Jack knew better. Rain was coming- he could taste it in the air. The town was quiet. He liked the quiet. That was why he had gone out. Just for a while, to clear his head, but he would have to return home soon. Then, out of the corner of his eye, the moon glinted scarlet, just for a moment. Clouds crossed the light, casting long shadows, from which faces leered at him- the normally- friendly members of the town. Jack blinked, and the world returned to normal.

"You're out late, Jack!" A voice startled him and he jumped. It was Mrs Dunn, who he knew well- he often played with her granddaughter, Chrissie. The girl lived with her grandmother as both her parents had passed away when she was small due to a car accident. "You'll go in soon, won't you?"

"Don't worry, Mrs Dunn. I won't be out for long. I'm just going for a stroll."

"Good." Suddenly her voice became edged with worry. "You haven't seen Chrissie, have you?"

Oh no! I hope Chrissie's okay! "No, but I'll keep an eye out for her." Jack left the worried woman and continued walking. His feet carried him to the edge of the town, to the winding path leading up to the old church on the hill. Glancing up at the sky, diamond stars winked out, one by one, leaving pitch black emptiness- a blank canvas. The stars would not be on Jack's side tonight. He was alone.

As the church loomed ahead, he saw that there were lights inside, blurred by the frosted glass. What was someone doing there at this time of night? The wind picked up, and fat drops of rain began to fall, until Jack was soaked to the skin and shivering. The black church gate loomed in front of him, topped with dagger- sharp spikes. Trying to move it as little as possible to avoid it creaking, he slipped inside. Where could he look in? A place that was sheltered- now, torrential rain crashed against the grey stone walls of the church, wind screamed, and thunder rolled across the sky. Searching around, he saw an alcove, a hole in the wall a little way above the ground. He could crawl inside and watch what was happening in the church. He had a feeling that he shouldn't be seen though. Not until he knew what was happening.

He stifled a gasp as he saw the scene in the church. Candles were lit all around the chamber. There were robed men with shaved heads standing in a circle around the altar. And standing behind the altar was… the Vicar. What was he doing? This was no Christian thing, Jack could tell. Tall and wiry, imposing even though his back was hunched, he was draped in robes of scarlet, and his thin wrinkled face was hooded, grey wisps of hair cascading out. Jack strained his neck to get a glimpse of what was on the altar, his heart skipped a beat when he saw. He felt as if a piano minuet was being played on his back by cold dancing fingertips. Unconscious, lying on the altar, was Chrissie. What was happening here?

Suddenly, the Vicar tensed and stared in Jack's direction. Jack whipped his head back, but not before he saw piercing eyes, glowing like lit coal, under the hood. Had he been seen? In a deep vibrating voice, the vicar began to speak to the other men. "We all know why we are here, and that we deserve to be here. The curse promised of no end, but we have defied it and found the path. Satan the accursed will give us sanctuary, when he has human form. He has been trapped in stone for too long, and we, using the ancient transferring ritual, will free him. For all this time we, my friends, have been under the curse, all we needed was a pure, innocent soul. And now we have one." His gaze turned to Chrissie, glinting with hunger. "No! Not Chrissie!" Thought Jack, panicking. The air temperature seemed to drop by a hundred degrees, becoming freezing, unforgiving. The small girl began to stir; the vicar roughly pushed her down while at the same time extending a knarled hand, taking a doll from the nearby table, which looked exactly like Chrissie. Jack inhaled a breath sharply.

"This shall contain the soul of the girl while the transferring process occurs." The vicar lifted a jagged blade of black glass. Instantly, a range of different sized cuts spread across his hand, but he didn't seem to notice. "First, we spill the blood." Chrissie's eyes, now open, widened in fear but she didn't have the strength to move, or she couldn't because the vicar's hand was still holding her in place. He lifted the blade high. Time stopped. And he plunged it into Chrissie's chest, twisting it around with a mad gleam in his eyes. At first, Chrissie's mouth opened and shut, but no sound came out. Then her chest convulsed and she screamed, a sound of pure agony that pierced Jack's ears. Scarlet blood gushed onto the floor. Bile rose in Jack's throat, and he tasted blood. He had bitten his tongue in the effort not to cry out, watching his friend's life slowly ebbing away. Suddenly, Chrissie's hazel eyes, glazed with pain somehow found his and he was transported to a memory.

He was watching Chrissie playing skipping with some girls, her friends from school. Her warm, bubbly laugh hit him, as she caught his gaze with sparkling eyes. She gave a cheeky smirk and turned back to the rope she was swinging for her friend, who always rolled her eyes at him when Jack tried to ask to play with them. "Boys can't skip!" She'd said every single time. They wouldn't want to play with him anyway- he was home-schooled and they thought he was weird. Chrissie just flashed him an apologetic smile at him as he trudged away. "I'll play with you later," she mouthed, and he retreated with a grin. He knew she would- they were best friends.

Jack jolted back to the present. Chrissie was now unconscious, passed out from exhaustion. "Her soul is leaving," rumbled the Vicar. "And so must we." Robes billowing behind him like tentacles, he strode out, without a look at the others, who, with bowed heads, shuffled and filed out with nowhere near the same finesse as the Vicar.

After a few counts, Jack unfroze from the paralysis caused by my horror, scrambled through the hole and rushed to Chrissie's side. Her eyes were closed. Crimson blood continued to pump from a mangled mess of flesh on her chest, indistinguishable from the scraps of soaked cloth, the remains of her shredded dress. No! She's dead! Then, the blood started to bubble, making a gurgling noise. Jack stared as it hardened like spiderwebs over her body, forming a cobalt black shell, which pulsed for a few seconds, before melting back into the girl's body. Chrissie suddenly gasped, chest heaving, and Jack took a hurried step back, shocked, then leaned forwards again. She's not dead? Then his relief turned to horror as her eyes snapped open, black, empty. Her mouth twisted into a grin, teeth stained black. Her head slowly turned to face him until it was bent at an unnatural angle. The grin grew impossibly wide. Jaws unhinged, revealing a gaping maw, enlarging like an endless black whole, glistening with blood and strings of saliva, snapping like his sanity as Jack's body became slack, pupils dilating into empty pools, skin becoming translucent, cracking like paper. One second, he was there. The next, he wasn't.