Damienalla

By A Marie Dubose

Damienalla is the story of dominion and revenge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tablo Publishing
• Release date: Apr 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781922328748

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Chapter One

There are four things in life that matter: The Vampire, Religion, Love and DAMIENALLA- The Argent Spider.

I was taken in by my Aunt and Uncle on my mother’s side of the family. I was surprised, because I never knew that Aunt Ruth and Uncle George existed; I was in complete ignorance. I was also surprised to find out that they had taken care of the funeral arrangements for my parent’s and Father Karl Westley. I was in shock, and I walked around in a mummified state of mind, as if I were in a deep trance. I did not talk, eat, nor sleep, and if I dared to sleep, I slept light. I dreamed, and my dreams were nightmares about Ana Anansi and, the others, the Argent Spiders coming after me, and I ran in my dreams and screamed into the darkness. I’d awaken in cold sweat, scared half out of my mind. I went to the funeral home dreading viewing my parents’ bodies lying there inside the coffin. Ana Anansi’ daughter Lauryn Anansi, an Argent spider and leader over the other Argent spiders sought revenge and murdered my parents’ and the Priest Father Karl Westley in a bloody war that ended in their death.

Inside the viewing room, I saw my parents and Father Karl Westley laid out in the shiny wooden Catholic coffins. Chills went through me, and I wanted to run, run far away, but I could not, and I just stood there gazing into both coffins, stupefied and wondering why? Aunt Ruth and Uncle George told me that the bodies were damaged badly, and special work had to be done before they could be viewed by anyone. The undertakers had done a nice job. 

My parents and Father Westley looked so peaceful; it was as if they were just sleeping. Mother’s hands were so still and cold, and so were my father’s and Father Westley. Even their hair looked natural. The undertaker had done excellent work on them. They looked so real – not like some stiff mummies. Mother wore a soft, long, white evening gown and Father wore a beige suit. Father Westley wore his priest robe and the caravan cross. The death of my parents and Father Karl Westley would haunt me always… my life was changed forever. 

Chapter Two

Year 1981

I am nineteen, and a student at ESTERCREST College. For some years after all that had happened, the horrible murder of my parents and the Father Westley took a toll on me. I became shut off, even to myself; I was in a trance-like state of mind, and I was very moody. I looked for someone or something to blame for their deaths besides blaming the ones that really were to blame, and that was Lauryn Anansi and the other spiders. I so desperately missed and wanted my parents to return to me, even though I had been told repeatedly by my aunt and uncle and others in Baron’s HOLLOWPOINT that they were dead and there was no returning from that! Stubbornly, I doubted their words and waited and watched for my parents’ return, phone call, or any sign that showed there was still life for my parents. I wanted it all to be just a bad dream… but it wasn’t a bad dream; it was real.

Uncle George and Aunt Ruth did the best they could to raise me, considering the circumstances. I had nearly everything that a young girl wanted; shucks, they even gave me an allowance each week back when uncle George worked at a car factory, putting doors on brand new cars. After Uncle George retired, my allowance went from every week to each month. Ten years have passed, and with time, I’ve learned to move forward, although I’ll always keep the memories and love for my parents in my heart. For the first weeks after their funeral and burial inside shade crypts, I visited the graves of my parents every day. Now I only visit twice a week to leave flowers and tell them how much I miss them. I fear dying, and the worst thing I hate about death is that there’s no coming back from it. I despise death with a passion, because it took away my parents, and for that I’ll never be whole again. 

Chapter Three 

Classes at Estercrest College were about to end for the summer; it was the middle of June, and everyone could not wait to go home for the summer break. We had taken our final exams and were completely drained – both mentally and physically. I couldn’t wait for the bell to sound and for college to end for the summer break. My best friends Sarah Thompson and Daisy Miller and I were going to have fun getting wasted on the weekends and hanging out and making out with our boyfriends inside Shade Crypts. I especially anticipated having sleepovers at each other’s homes; we always had so much fun, especially when we stole into our parents’ drinks on the bar.

Andrea Levern, are you finished taking your final exam? Mrs. Woods interrupted me out of my deep daydreaming. It was somewhat embarrassing. I believed she loved to do that to all of us just to see us sweat. You’ve been staring at your work for some time now. You know the answer is not going to appear out of thin air onto your answer sheet; you’ll have to write it down, Drea.

Mrs. Woods chuckled, and I hated it when she did that. I felt stupid and I grudged her saying my name partially, as if she and I were the best of friends. Mrs. Woods is the business administrator teacher, and it’s what I major in. I came to her class three times – business office, calculus, and business math.

Oh, uhm, Mrs. Woods, I fumbled with my words before I answered. I was sort of caught off guard. I’ve been done for thirty minutes. I-I was thinking about my parents again and how much I miss them. I’m sorry, I responded, hoping that everyone in class would take pity on me, including Mrs. Woods. I had gone on like this for nearly two years of college.

Say no more, Andrea. We understand. So far this year, you’ve been one of my best students in this class, and I’m sure that your parents would have been proud of you if they were alive. Mrs. Woods had not only taken pity on me, but she’d praised my work also, and this could only mean one thing: I had passed her class! 

None of us knew what our final test scores were until the second week of August. We would receive the results one week before we returned to Estercrest College. The bell sound softly; heads looked up briefly, and students hurried to fill in their last answers in the bubbles on their test sheets. 

Class, place your test sheets on my desk on your way out, and have a fun and safe summer break. See you back in August! Mrs. Woods raised her voice so she could be heard over the students clearing out of her classroom. We were so happy to finally be leaving Estercrest College for the summer break. 

Mrs. Laura Woods is a drop dead gorgeous redhead with a wealthy housewife appearance and a firm aunt or sister personality. Some of the students in her class hated her, and others respected her as a teacher… I was one of those students who respected her.

Lauryn Anansi hadn’t bothered any of us in Baron’s HOLLOWPOINT for ten years, thanks to an old gypsy mother. JEZEBELLA Antonucci is the oldest of the Latin witches, and she’s by far the strongest gypsy witch. JEZEBELLA’S power is strong. She perfected white magic and she bound Lauryn Anansi and the other spiders with it, and when JEZEBELLA Antonucci died of old age – she was two hundred years old. The spell that held the Argent spiders bound was broken when she died, and Lauryn Anansi and the other spiders were freed. 

Chapter Four 

A few days after college ended for the summer break, Lauryn Anansi struck again, and the other spiders returned with her. The others spiders were the same kind as Lauryn: all six of them are Argent spiders. Lauryn Anansi called them ‘The Argents’ during her deadly attacks. They are the children of Ana Anansi and Paul Yellows. They made baby breeders out of the humans here and the spiders multiply because of the people. They wanted their spider empire to rise and achieve world-wide domination. Most of all, they sought revenge because the way the human elders had brutally murdered Ana Anansi, the Argent spider’s mother. Lauryn Anansi attacked and murdered any human she encountered who did not obey her.

Lauryn Anansi snapped the humans’ necks with her bare hands or trapped them in her gigantic spider web, screaming and kicking and begging for mercy. She spun her webs from her own mouth, it is a horrible sight for sore eyes to see one that looked so human and lived such a normal life as any human did spin a web from their own mouth the way Lauryn Anansi did.

Lauryn Anansi spun webs the size of a hammock that spread across the ceiling, shaping them like creepy chandeliers – it was her signature presence. Lauryn’s web lay spread across the floors in the shape of upside down chandelier hammocks as booby