Lelith Vampyre Sees The Source Of Stories Told

By Kristina Evans

Lelith Vampyre once lived amongst shape-changers then circumstances created options and she found herself living amongst us. She became the source behind historical events but most weren’t interested in the stories told.
Tales were passed on and altered to gain control but Lelith interfered and became involved with many beings. She was warned of future trials but had no idea, that the unreal would become real.
By the time she realised her mistakes, the people on the planet were aware. She had left her mark and given her kind a name. Her only chance was to start again in a new world but a trait is difficult to hide when you are branded. Another chance was given but emotions got in the way and not even magic could stop her from living up to her name.
Now, she lives far away but shares her story of when she lived amongst you and created what is known as vampires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kristina Evans
• Release date: Oct 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005530563

Kristina Evans

Kristina Evans spent her childhood in Wales and while the adults shared stories at the local pub, she stayed at home with spirits of a different kind. Her grandmother provided protection but the experience remained until the family moved to Australia. Kristina learned how to block out the supernatural and being busy helped to strengthen the barrier.As time passed, energies tried to make contact and signs were provided but always ignored. Then a change of events found the author writing. Kristina was asked to work in a shop and experienced boredom. Trying to keep busy was impossible so she took up reading and heard the voice. Hoping that it was the chatterbox in her head going into overdrive, she turned to scrap-booking and wrote in her daughter's book.For a moment, the voice was gone but once pen was put to paper, she knew she was no longer writing about her daughter. The spirit came through with her message for others so Kristina left the shop and opened a laptop to allow spirits to share their stories of what they learnt when they lived amongst us.

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Chapter one

Through the eyes of Lelith

‘Lelith, come back here this instant! Do you hear me? Lelith Vampyre, come back!’

My mother called out from inside the house but I was confused.

‘Mark my words girl, I promised I would take care of you but if you don’t listen to me, then I wash my hands of you!’

I didn’t know what to do. If I went back to her then I would be a servant girl for the rest of my life. I didn’t want that. I tried to change my life before but it got me nowhere so do I risk the opportunity that has presented itself? It might be the only chance I get to escape. I had to take it and now.

The sounds of hysteria were all around me, clouding my judgement and I knew I should be grateful for my mother. She took me in when I was left alone and raised me as her own but if I waited to tell her my plans, the opportunity might be gone and then what would happen?

Besides, a part of the commotion was my fault and I had no one else to blame as I shouldn’t have become jealous of Francesca Snave. She was a servant girl, like myself but she took the opportunity to speak up and helped the master of the house when he needed it. Francesca’s life had been changed for the better and she had been given a room in the house and nice clothes to wear. Not that she should have felt guilty but I couldn’t help feeling jealous. I tried to fight it but as I watched the master fall in love with her, it became too much. I knew I was prettier than her and he should have been attracted to me; not her!

If only I had let things be, then everything would have worked out. By following Francesca, I found out that she was actually in love with someone else and if I had let them continue to see each other in secret, she would have eventually disappeared. But I had been impatient as I wanted desperately to be with the master, Gawain Grimscott, so I told him and he took her life. Now, not only was Francesca gone but so was Gawain. Slowly, people have disappeared from the house so what would it matter if I left now! More, were about to leave. I knew it was now or never as I analysed what was taking place in front of me. What seemed chaotic to others were only manoeuvres.

As I watched from behind the trees, I saw a jaguar dodging the witch’s spells. Sparks were thrown in all directions. The fury on the witch’s face made me realise that she also, was in love with Gawain as only moments ago, the wild cat had tried to kill him and the witch had come to his aid. But now he was gone; vanished into thin air. I knew what the jaguar’s plan was, as I also had the gift to transform my shape.

Originally, when I had crossed paths with the other cats in the woods, I had stayed with them to see what would eventuate. My original plan had been to save Gawain so he would fall in love with me but I knew it wouldn’t work so I watched as the jaguar named Jackie, darted between the sparks and spells, while I thought of how I could benefit from the situation.

I wondered where Gawain had gone. Soon the jaguar’s spirit would join him as she had been struck by a wayward spell. The cage that contained the snakes who were also shape-changers were in line to be hit. They were going to be set free and the moment had presented itself. Normally, I wouldn’t trust shape-changers but I was as much of an outcast as they were and if I ran with them, they might not notice I was different.

The snakes had been trapped in the cage, waiting as I had. With the spell spiralling out of control, we all waited in anticipation and then it happened, the cage vanished and the snakes slithered away to blend in with the forest. Their bodies grew in size as they gained momentum, heading towards a target. I was exhausted and it was hard to run in the long dress I was forced to wear as a uniform. For a second, I wondered if I was making the right choice but the witch’s face was on my mind so I decided to keep running rather than take my chances with her.

Faster and faster, I ran through the overgrown landscape which trampled under my leather boots. One of my shoelaces became untied but I was not stopping. The only time I did stop was when one of the snakes changed into a human form. I knew they were human but it was still startling to see. Up ahead, a tree glowed and the snakes and humans dove into the trunk. There was no time to think as I jumped through with a boy who had just changed. It had been quick but I had to get my bearings when we landed on the other side as my past memories were becoming distorted.

I wondered if we were somewhere else as we were still in the same forest. The woodlands looked familiar except they were greener. There was no decay which meant there wasn’t a dragon. The others looked around, happy that they had escaped but the boy who stood next to me, began to worry when he noticed his skin, on his arm, turning back into that of a snake. I checked my arms with the others as not to stand out but he was the only one who had a pattern forming over his body.

Trying to think what was different about him, I noticed he was the only one who stood under a ray of sunlight that filtered through the treetops. So I pulled him towards me and his skin went back to being clear again.

‘Thanks,’ he said, relieved he was the same as everyone else, ‘I was starting to panic.’

He seemed friendly enough so I introduced myself and he told me his name was Henrik von Blastenbard.

‘Why are you wearing ripped clothing?’ Henrik asked as he studied me.

I hadn’t thought about the clothes. The others were covered in bits of snakeskin and my dress being green, helped camouflage me but now it was obvious that I hadn’t been with them in the cage. I had to come up with an excuse and fast. ‘I was hanging around in the forest before I changed and when I saw all of you taking off, I managed to get hold of a dress from the washing line to throw on.’

Henrik looked at me with his muddy eyes. ‘Why would you want to wear clothes?’

‘Well, I had an idea that we would end up in the human realm so I wanted to blend in.’ I hoped he believed me.

‘The human realm!’ He smiled, remembering he was out of the cage.

I wanted to keep him distracted so I continued the conversation. ‘Yes, I think that’s where we are.’

‘I hope so. I want my old life back. You are very clever to think ahead because I will need to blend in if I am to go back home. Hey Josiah, do you think we are in the human realm?’ Henrik called out to a large statured man with long dark hair.

‘Yes,’ he answered, ‘so what do we do? Do we stick together or do we go back to our old lives?’

A girl interjected, ‘I think we should stay here for a while. Look what happened to Henrik when he went in the sunlight. There must be other things we don’t know so I say that we wait and see what we have to deal with first.’

Josiah and the others agreed and as I was the only one wearing clothes, I was volunteered to go and find clothing for the rest of them. I didn’t know what was ahead of me but it had to be better than what I had left behind. It had to be. So I crept through the forest, trying to remember the paths I was taking so I could return to the group.

Being alone, made the surroundings seem eerie and I wished Henrik had come with me. I didn’t know the human realm very well, only what my mother had told me as I had died in the sixth realm, Syerg, before moving to Netsil to change my ways. Living in Netsil was all I knew and that knowledge was limited as my life had been spent as a servant girl.

The towering trees bent in the breeze and the creaking sound reminded me of my former home. I experienced a moment of déjà vu and wondered if I had ever visited the third realm but it was impossible as my mind only recalled Netsil. I had heard the older servants speak of this place so I knew what to expect and that could be why I felt the familiarity. I picked up my pace and finally, I was confronted with a dirt road. As I considered which way to go, I noticed the small houses with thatched rooves in the distance. The sun was falling so I was able to blend into the overgrown weeds on the side of the road, as I made my way to civilisation.

Dusk seemed to be taking a long time but the moment I got into the village, it was dark enough to hide. I smiled when I saw washing, hanging over makeshift washing lines. A plan was needed to retrieve the clothing so I hid in the bushes closest to the house and waited until I knew it was safe to walk out in the open. Once, the occupants of the house were busy, I grabbed the clothes and ran back to the forest.

With arms filled, I wandered alongside the road until I knew I was on the right track but then I had second thoughts about going back to the others. They weren’t completely human but I was and I could blend in with the other humans. I wasn’t sure if the others could so I decided to go alone. With my mind made up, I was about to turn around when I felt a hand on my arm. Dropping the clothes, I was about to run when I realised it was Henrik. ‘I came to find you, in case you needed help.’

A part of me was happy to see him and my fears were left behind as he escorted me back to the group who rejoiced at the sight of the clothing.

One by one, the group rummaged through the items, looking for something that would fit.

Josiah complained about everything being too small. ‘Where did you go anyway?’ he asked as he stared at me. ‘Was it a theatre group or a dress-up shop?’

‘Neither!’ I snapped, harshly. ‘I got them off someone’s washing line.’

I went to give him a mouthful about being ungrateful but Henrik stopped me, ‘It’s just that these clothes are old fashioned. Like from a different century.’

I realised I was out of place as the clothes seemed similar to what I was used to. ‘I did get them off a washing line.’

‘Don’t worry,’ said Henrik, smiling. ‘If this is what everyone is wearing then we’ll have to make do until we know what’s going on.’

I yawned as I looked at a confused face.

‘What was that you just did?’ asked Henrik, staring into my eyes.

‘I yawned. You know when you’re tired.’

He shook his head.

‘When it’s dark, you usually go to sleep, don’t you?’ I questioned.

‘I remember when I was here, I used to do that but I haven’t slept for so long. I had completely forgotten about yawning.’

I looked at the others trying on different clothes and making fun of each other. ‘You might as well go and join in.’

‘No, these clothes will do me,’ Henrik said as he sat down next to a large tree trunk. He held my hand and tugged for me to sit next to him and I was surprised at his strength when I flew into his chest. ‘Go to sleep on me if you want.’

Feeling vulnerable with being the only one who would be asleep, I fought with all my might to stay awake.

As the darkness fell deeper, the shimmer from the moonlight grew between the trees. I followed the beam that highlighted Henrik’s face. His dark features reminded me of Gawain and I wondered if he was in this realm.

‘What are you thinking about?’ asked Henrik, looking at me affectionally.

‘Your clothes.’ I wondered why I said that. ‘What clothes are you used to wearing?’

‘Well, I lived in a place called Serbia. I suppose I was in the gothic phase because I only wore black. If my old friends could see me now in a white blouse and cream pants! You know, I wore jeans and t-shirts all the time and I even had piercings.’

My blank expression confused him. ‘What don’t you understand?’

‘Jeans, t-shirts and piercings.’

He laughed drawing attention to the others, ‘She ……’

I kissed him before he could say anything. The last thing I wanted was to be found out. Henrik kissed me back to the sound of cheers from the others.

‘You don’t want me to tell them anything, do you?’ he whispered.

I shook my head.

‘So, does it mean that you’ll keep kissing me to shut me up?’ He smiled and I saw the kindness in his face and knew I was safe.

‘I’ll take you to where I lived and you can see what I used to wear.’

On that note, I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer and fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter two

A shiver ran down my spine when I woke the following morning. Shaking from the cold, I noticed that Henrik was still in the same position as he looked down at me. ‘What’s wrong, why are you shaking?’

‘Cold!’

He hugged me which only helped a little. ‘You’re not one of us, are you?’

The game was up and I had to confess as there was no choice.

‘Alright, let’s go to the village where you got the clothes and we’ll get something that will keep you warm.’ He pulled me to my feet.

‘Where are you going?’ demanded Josiah.

‘Into town!’ replied Henrik.

A tall girl with a prominent face spoke up, ‘You can’t. They’ll see the clothes and know we’ve stolen them.’

Henrik hadn’t given any thought to his attire and suggested that they move to another location in the opposite direction of the village. The others agreed as they were bored with the surroundings and made off towards the roadside.

As we walked along, they were surprised not to see any cars. I had no idea of what they were speaking of so I stayed out of the conversation. The fifteen shape-changers walked along, swapping groups to speak about the lives, they had once lived as humans. My curiosity was aroused so I listened.

Things like computers, telephones, skateboards were something I had never heard of before. But I would wait until I was out of earshot before asking Henrik about the curious objects. Paying attention to their discussions brought on more learning. From what I could gather, they came from different countries and all had suffered to different degrees. The one thing they had in common was that they had all committed suicide and in doing so had ended up in Netsil. The others were too engrossed in their conversations to pay attention to me but it was going to happen and I didn’t know how I would deal with it.

The sound of the chatter stopped when a solid looking boy said he could see a market up ahead. I was glad but the others weren’t. What they saw, confused them. People on horseback stopped for purchases at stalls which were medieval. Any other time and they would have presumed the vision to be a movie set but this was real and they were glad of their clothes that hid their shining, scaled patterns on their bodies. They weren’t sure what to expect but it did occur to them that they might find themselves burning at the stake.

As the only explanation was that they had gone back in time, they decided to separate into smaller groups, in case they required help. Josiah took the tall girl and two boys with long hair. Balka, a solid boy took a girl and two boys who were smaller in stature. Amaut took two boys with hair that sat back as if it was covered with a substance, and a girl by the name of Beth who looked regal with her brown hair tied up above her head. Henrik grabbed me and took a shy boy, Grigoriy and Vryko, a boy with large features. So with a split up group, everyone left to investigate their surroundings and decided to meet up again in an hour to discuss what they had learned.

Josiah took his group into the bustling market to see what was for sale. His mission was to listen in on conversations which would provide clues as to where they were. The noise of the hagglers and barters drowned out most of the dialogues. It was difficult to pick up on the words but after a while, they realised it was an ancient language that was spoken and one they didn’t understand. To blend in, the shape-changers needed to learn so they practiced as they wandered from stall to stall.

A woman selling clothes for larger sized men drew Josiah’s attention and he asked the two, long haired boys to distract her while he stole a few items.

‘Is it really necessary to steal?’ questioned the tall girl.

‘How can I pay for them? We don’t have any money and even if we did, they wouldn’t know what it was.’

She understood his dilemma and left him to take what he wanted but as she observed him, she wished she had taken the clothes as he was too conspicuous and at any moment, someone was going to say something. ‘Try not to stand out,’ she whispered as she made hand signals for him to blend in.

Josiah was taller than the other buyers so no one noticed him. Not even the seller who was staring straight at him while the boys did a pathetic job of trying to distract her with their charm.

‘I don’t understand why she didn’t see you?’ muttered the girl.

‘I do. It’s because I’m quick,’ said Josiah, putting on the new clothes. ‘Besides, aren’t you happy that I didn’t get caught?’

She rolled her eyes.

‘Don’t roll your eyes at me!’ He went to say her name and then realised he didn’t know it. ‘What’s your name?’

‘Kali, if you must know.’

The two, long haired boys ambled over to their group.

‘I know your names,’ said Josiah. ‘Dumb and dumber and I told you to distract her.’

‘We did,’ they said in unison.

‘Forget it,’ said Josiah, leading them through the crowds to investigate further as he wondered where Balka was.

Balka had decided to take his group into the local pub. He presumed it was an inn as the mud and stone building was filled with people drinking what resembled homemade wine. They sat at a table listening to the locals speak about harvesting crops and growing potatoes. A couple of men discussed their beverage as the shape-changers tried to think of the ingredients. They couldn’t decide if the drink was made from dandelions or potatoes.

‘Well, we know that they are farmers,’ stated Balka as he walked up to the bar to ask for drinks.

‘We don’t have money,’ said Chen, a curvy girl.

‘Yes, we do,’ answered Balka. ‘I stole it from the couple who were sitting next to us.’

Chen was surprised that they hadn’t realised as the pouch of coins was concealed in one of the gentleman’s jacket, tied up to his button.

Balka escorted her back to the table with the drinks for them to taste but the liquid had no flavour. They wondered why anyone would pay good money to drink something that would be fresh from the flowing river behind the village. It didn’t make sense and Chen wondered what Amaut was experiencing.

Amaut had decided to take his group back into the woods as he felt safer in a natural environment. They came across a few men hunting a wild deer and followed them to see what type of weapons they used. From what he could see, the men only used knives. His group felt a little less insecure as they knew their weapons were of no consequence if a problem arose. Several times, the men tried to catch the deer but were unsuccessful and after a few tries of throwing their daggers and missing, the hunters gave up and left.

‘They are terrible predators,’ said Ariege as he slicked back his hair from his forehead.

Amaut crouched out of instinct and within seconds had the animal in a headlock but Beth made him let it go after giving him a mouthful about showing off. She wondered if Henrik’s group had found anything less primitive.

Henrik had decided to walk up and down the road of dirt. He wanted to spy and peered into the homes, only to find basic seating arrangements and fireplaces. ‘I don’t believe it, Lelith.’

‘What is it?’ I asked, noticing the look of disappointment on Henrik’s face.

‘There’s no PlayStation.’

‘I have no idea what you said but you should be glad this is a similar place from where we came from,’ I said, holding his hand.

He used my hand to lift my chin. ‘Where you came from; not me.’

Vryko, a boy with a prominent nose interrupted, ‘I think it’s time to meet up with the others.’

Everyone headed back into the forest to discuss their thoughts on what they had seen.

‘I think we’ve gone back in time,’ said Henrik.

‘One thing I know,’ said Chen, ‘and that is we can move quickly when we want to.’

‘Yes,’ said Kali, ‘Josiah took clothes and no one noticed. We must be able to move faster than what their eyes can see.’

Vryko interrupted, ‘That means we can do what we want.’

‘It might be alright here after all,’ said Sekh, a boy with a warm grin.

The conversation became intense with everyone making their comments heard. They all had opinions on how to live and the discussion would have escalated if it weren’t for a noise that came from my body. I looked up at the fifteen faces, staring at me in amazement.

‘What was that sound?’ asked Henrik, breaking the silence.

‘Hunger.’ I curled over in pain at the lack of sustenance.

Henrik offered to use his speed to steal food but Balka wanted to try so he asked if anyone else wanted something to eat before leaving.

‘I don’t remember the last time I ate,’ said Kali, ‘but I don’t feel hungry. Come to think of it, I don’t even think of food at all.’

‘Okay, Balka,’ Henrik said, ‘food for one.’

Some spoke amongst themselves while the others looked at me, wondering why I was different. Giure had been quiet but his curiosity got the better of him. He was about to ask the question when Balka was back with a plate filled with bread, cheese and potatoes.

‘Wow,’ said Giure, ‘you were only gone for a few seconds.’

‘It’s amazing,’ said Balka, ‘it was like being in slow motion but nobody knew I was there. It’s like being invisible.’

‘Maybe that’s it,’ said Josiah with his deep voice, ‘maybe it’s not speed. We might become invisible.’

‘Even better,’ said an enthusiastic Giure.

I sat on a log, devouring the food as I thought I might be better off on my own but then Henrik joined me and I cheered up. ‘You know how you slept on me last night and woke up freezing.’

I nodded, not looking forward to another night of the cold frost.