In Darkness We Must Abide: The Complete First Season: Episodes 1-5 by Rhiannon Frater
Authors: Rhiannon Frater
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glinted in the light.
*
Roman awoke with a scream.
Frightened to find himself in total darkness, Roman struggled to capture a horrifying memory that lingered just beyond his recollection. Disoriented, he rubbed his eyes furiously, but still they did not adjust to the blackness that surrounded him.
Where was he?
He wasn’t in his room. It was never this dark.
What was happening?
Roman started to sit up, but his head cracked against something soft, yet unyielding. Confused, he lay back down, rubbing his head. Raising his hands, they nestled into a velvet cushion. Pressing harder, he felt a harder surface beneath the padding.
It was then he realized he was enclosed in some sort of box.
“What the hell?” His voice was a roar in the enclosed space.
Roman pressed his hands up, utilizing every bit of his strength. With a loud crack, the lid flipped open.
Roman scrambled to sit up, his hands grasping the edges of the container he had been trapped within.
His blood ran cold.
He was in a coffin within the mausoleum.
“Dear God in Heaven!” Roman’s voice echoed through the vast chamber.
With great haste, he clambered out of the coffin and stood among his long dead relatives. Incredible waves of fear engulfed him as he trembled in shock.
“What is this?”
A torch wavered above an open coffin several feet into the mausoleum. Roman approached it with trepidation. He recognized the coffin as the one that had been bound in chains. Staring into the empty coffin, he remembered gazing into the face of a demon while being lifted off the ground. His hand flew to his throat, the horror and searing pain of the memory piercing his mind. Instead of the gash that had been torn by long fangs, his hand touched smooth flesh.
“No, no, this can’t be,” he whispered.
The coffin before him was empty. Old, tattered clothes were shoved into one corner of the large coffin. The old one had risen. Alisha had been right. There had been a vampire. Correction. There was a vampire.
“Then I’m-” Roman choked on his words. Running his hands over his face, he could feel no physical difference. All that he felt was fear and horror. “It can’t be. No! No! No, this can’t be happening. I’m dreaming. This is a nightmare. I am Roman Socoli!”
Yet, he was different. The shadows no longer hid secrets. With his new vampire power he could see every little detail of the mausoleum’s burial chamber.
“Oh, God,” he whispered. “Oh, God.”
The fear disappeared and rage engulfed him. Fury like he had never felt before consumed his body and mind and with a tormented cry, Roman lifted a fist above his head. He slammed it down onto the side of the old one’s coffin. The wood split apart beneath the force of his blow.
Roman staggered back in shock, gaping at the damage he’d inflicted so easily. The sheer physical strength he felt throughout his body and the magnitude of his emotions were overwhelming. He collapsed against a pillar, buried his face in his hands, and wept.
As he sat in the mausoleum, a sorrowful figure sobbing uncontrollably, the power of an unfathomable desire grew deep within him. Roman was far too depressed at first to pay much heed to it, but then it felt as if a fire was spreading from his chest into his limbs. He pulled off his jacket and wiped his tears away. He had to think clearly and make plans. He would have to talk to Alisha and tell her what had happened. That he truly wasn’t dead. Alisha had to understand. She believed in the supernatural.
An incredible pain ripped through his abdomen. In agony, he fell onto his side, writhing.
“The hunger speaks, my son.”
It was that same horrid voice from the previous night. It drifted from the shadows lingering around the heavy doors.
Roman lay curled on the floor, panting and struggling to control the agony churning within him.
A tall, elegant man dressed in one of Roman’s blue suits moved into the torch light. His
*
Roman awoke with a scream.
Frightened to find himself in total darkness, Roman struggled to capture a horrifying memory that lingered just beyond his recollection. Disoriented, he rubbed his eyes furiously, but still they did not adjust to the blackness that surrounded him.
Where was he?
He wasn’t in his room. It was never this dark.
What was happening?
Roman started to sit up, but his head cracked against something soft, yet unyielding. Confused, he lay back down, rubbing his head. Raising his hands, they nestled into a velvet cushion. Pressing harder, he felt a harder surface beneath the padding.
It was then he realized he was enclosed in some sort of box.
“What the hell?” His voice was a roar in the enclosed space.
Roman pressed his hands up, utilizing every bit of his strength. With a loud crack, the lid flipped open.
Roman scrambled to sit up, his hands grasping the edges of the container he had been trapped within.
His blood ran cold.
He was in a coffin within the mausoleum.
“Dear God in Heaven!” Roman’s voice echoed through the vast chamber.
With great haste, he clambered out of the coffin and stood among his long dead relatives. Incredible waves of fear engulfed him as he trembled in shock.
“What is this?”
A torch wavered above an open coffin several feet into the mausoleum. Roman approached it with trepidation. He recognized the coffin as the one that had been bound in chains. Staring into the empty coffin, he remembered gazing into the face of a demon while being lifted off the ground. His hand flew to his throat, the horror and searing pain of the memory piercing his mind. Instead of the gash that had been torn by long fangs, his hand touched smooth flesh.
“No, no, this can’t be,” he whispered.
The coffin before him was empty. Old, tattered clothes were shoved into one corner of the large coffin. The old one had risen. Alisha had been right. There had been a vampire. Correction. There was a vampire.
“Then I’m-” Roman choked on his words. Running his hands over his face, he could feel no physical difference. All that he felt was fear and horror. “It can’t be. No! No! No, this can’t be happening. I’m dreaming. This is a nightmare. I am Roman Socoli!”
Yet, he was different. The shadows no longer hid secrets. With his new vampire power he could see every little detail of the mausoleum’s burial chamber.
“Oh, God,” he whispered. “Oh, God.”
The fear disappeared and rage engulfed him. Fury like he had never felt before consumed his body and mind and with a tormented cry, Roman lifted a fist above his head. He slammed it down onto the side of the old one’s coffin. The wood split apart beneath the force of his blow.
Roman staggered back in shock, gaping at the damage he’d inflicted so easily. The sheer physical strength he felt throughout his body and the magnitude of his emotions were overwhelming. He collapsed against a pillar, buried his face in his hands, and wept.
As he sat in the mausoleum, a sorrowful figure sobbing uncontrollably, the power of an unfathomable desire grew deep within him. Roman was far too depressed at first to pay much heed to it, but then it felt as if a fire was spreading from his chest into his limbs. He pulled off his jacket and wiped his tears away. He had to think clearly and make plans. He would have to talk to Alisha and tell her what had happened. That he truly wasn’t dead. Alisha had to understand. She believed in the supernatural.
An incredible pain ripped through his abdomen. In agony, he fell onto his side, writhing.
“The hunger speaks, my son.”
It was that same horrid voice from the previous night. It drifted from the shadows lingering around the heavy doors.
Roman lay curled on the floor, panting and struggling to control the agony churning within him.
A tall, elegant man dressed in one of Roman’s blue suits moved into the torch light. His
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