Confessions: Summerwend and Vigilantes

By Deni Hulahan

Out there, in Society, there is a dark undercurrent of a whole different way of life. A subculture that exists just outside of normal peoples’ awareness. There are two separate secret societies that operate in that undercurrent, the Summerwend and the Vigilantes.
I first discovered this whole different existence after a chance encounter with a young woman, Hortense. It’s taken me years to build up strong enough relationships with these two groups to complete this project.
I have worked more closely with the Summerwend on this project as they have a more structured society. They have a civilization that has lasted thousands of years. However, they have strict rules about how and why they reveal their existence. They have their own set of rules, laws and punishments.
Summerwend can’t be found on any conventional map. There is no central country. Its cities fall in a mystical realm, like that of Avalon or Atlantis. Summerwend is comprised of different cities in different locations all over the world. I have been allowed to enter the capital city of Sumerlen, each time I had to be accompanied by a high ranking member of their elite society- assistances to the Council of Elders.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deni Hulahan
• Release date: Aug 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311670267

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Summerwend

CONFESSIONS

Vigilantes

By Deni Hulahan

Published by Smashword

Copyright 2016

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Chapter 1: Intro

Out there, in Society, there is a dark undercurrent of a whole different way of life. A subculture that exists just outside of normal peoples’ awareness. There are two separate secret societies that operate in that undercurrent, the Summerwend and the Vigilantes.

I first discovered this whole different existence after a chance encounter with a young woman, Hortense. It’s taken me years to build up strong enough relationships with these two groups to complete this project.

I have worked more closely with the Summerwend on this project as they have a more structured society. They have a civilization that has lasted thousands of years. However, they have strict rules about how and why they reveal their existence. They have their own set of rules, laws and punishments.

Summerwend can’t be found on any conventional map. There is no central country. Its cities fall in a mystical realm, like that of Avalon or Atlantis. Summerwend is comprised of different cities in different locations all over the world. I have been allowed to enter the capital city of Sumerlen, each time I had to be accompanied by a high ranking member of their elite society- assistances to the Council of Elders.

The Summerwend are careful as to who may enter their cities because of the Vigilantes bent on eliminating them. The Vigilantes are their sworn enemies. In a way, the Summerwend created their own enemy since they are made up of ex-Summerwend citizens and victims of encounters with Summerwend politics.

Summerwend policies are very strict. They are presided over by a Council of Elders. The Council’s word and laws supersedes rules or laws that the leadership of the individual cities impose. The Council of Elders have the final word on everything.

The Council has representatives from each class. Two groups have one permanent Council Elder each; the Angelical and the Demonic classes. The Animalistic Humanoids, Aquatic, Humanoid and Non-Human classes have two Council Elders, except the Vampires who have three. The 2nd Chancer class doesn’t have a representative. They are considered second class citizens; unworthy of representation. There is a total of thirteen Council Elders. Each represented class have different ways of selecting their council nomination. The Council Elders vote as to who they let on the council.

To present this collection of stories I did have to get permission from the Council of Elders. I petitioned the Council for two years to finally be allowed to present my request; and after an additional year of debates they finally consented. Ultimately they knew these stories would be pushed off into the realm of Fantasy writing. That I wouldn’t be believed at all; but only by the few whose lives are directly touched by one of them.

Some declined to participate in this project. During the three long years waiting for permission I collected these stories that prove they move amongst us, live around us and even hunt for us. These tales were taken word for word from the individuals who were willing to tell them to me. Some of the individuals did mention some very specific crimes. Some of the information like that was changed to protect victims’ families. I also forwarded all information to the investigating agencies where necessary.

I will say that I was laughed ay by more than a few people at several different law enforcement agencies- Mr. Hartline, Mrs. Stein, Mr. Myers, Ms. Carlson, Mrs. Monroe, Mrs. McKown and all of the Harris County Sheriff’s Department. I did, however, report everything relating to these crimes; hoping to help resolve some of these unsolved cases to give relief to families. I also approached representatives of the families of the victims.

Upon conducting these interviews; I found some of them to be victims of circumstance and others just reveled in what they are. Some were good and a few were bad; however, there was one who I found to be truly evil; a monster who happens to be supernatural. I am currently working with him writing his life story.

My purpose for this is to make sure people are aware of what’s out there. I’ve been told that forewarned is to be forearmed. Meaning you can’t protect yourself from what you don’t know about.

Chapter 2: Hortense

By day the city is awash with sounds, of people. People doing people things. They are walking up and down the busy streets; shopping, working or playing. They are in cars; sometimes speeding down the road or locked in traffic. Mothers sitting in doorways, chattering loudly, are waiting for children to come home from school. Fathers hurry to go back and forth to work. And in the afternoons, when the kids have returned from school, you hear laughter and playing. It’s the sounds of life being lived, the happiness that comes with daylight and the joy of being alive.

But by night everything changes. Instead of the excitement of an adventure the day will bring, its fear of what’s hiding in the dark. The few cars that drive by try to choke you with their fumes. The lone people walking down the street are more like predators searching for prey. And the few innocent people rushing about travel in groups, believing there is safety in numbers. And the sounds you hear can terrify you in the dark; it’s the not knowing what’s out there that’s so disturbing.

Me, I’m a creature of the night. My name is Hortense. It was a popular name at the time. My body is sixteen, but I feel ageless. I’m out on the streets, a predator of sorts. I am a vampire.

Like so many others out there, I thought I was safe in a group. I can’t remember how many years ago it happened exactly; but it was before cell phones and televisions, and cars were carriages drawn by horses. Back when it was more common to walk everywhere.

I was walking home with my family, my mother and two younger brothers. We were coming home from a night service of mass. We had gone to pray for help. My father had just passed away; my mother didn’t know how to support us.

We were attacked by muggers, two of them. We gave them what money we had, but it wasn’t enough. They tried to take my mother’s wedding rings. The older of my brothers, Thomas, tried to stop them. That’s when they cut us down, stabbing and slashing us with knives glinting in the moonlight.

One cut my throat and tossed me to the side like a used up rag doll. The only thing I could hear was my mother screaming. After what seemed like forever she stopped. The one that didn’t cut me leaned over me. He lapped at the blood on my neck and whispered one word, sweet. I passed out.

When I awoke I was in a dank basement, lying on a cot, covered. I immediately grabbed for my throat, expecting to feel bandages or something. To my surprise nothing was there; no bandages, no cut, no scab just a slight scar to prove what had happened. I looked around and saw the man who had drunk my blood.

He was sitting in a chair. His skin, pale to start with, seemed shockingly white in contrast to his raven black hair and soulless black eyes. His clothes, that had once been some color, were dark