Legacy of Darkness by A C Andersson Page A

the nightmare herself. It felt as if she had been whisked away to another time and country then dropped into the middle of a great battle. Her body was shivering and began to ache as if she had dealt and received every blow for real. Steve was still fast asleep in the bed beside her, so carefully Summer peeled back her sheets and slipped out of bed, walking on her tiptoes she made her way to the bathroom and poured her self a glass of water. As Summer looked at the reflection in the mirror above the sink she saw the face that stared back at her was not her own.
    It bore a likeness to her alright but there was certain glow to this woman behind the glass, combined with a strength and a confidence that Summer had never seen in herself. Who ever this reflection belonged to held great power. For a second Summer felt as if she was in a scene straight out of a horror film and as she stretched out to touch the reflection it disappeared as her hand touched the glass. Once again Summer found herself staring at her own image. Summer shook her head trying to clear the cobwebs she was tiered and still reeling from such a powerful dream which was clearly still playing tricks on her. Slowly she took a sip of the water, the pain in her neck was now gone and the drink washed down her thraot effortlessly. Summer took one more sip of water before returning back to bed where Steve was still fast a sleep.
    　
    　
    　
    The next morning Summer was woken by Steve who was gently shaking her
    “Wake up sleepy head” He smiled as her eyes finally opened
    “Huh” Responded a weary Summer “What time is it”
    “Almost eleven babe” Steve answered
    “Eleven, bloody hell” Summer monaed as she sat up “You should of woken me sooner”
    “Why do that? You havent got work, plus your so cute when your sleeping”
    “Wierdo” Summer teased with a knowing smile.
    “Oh and you got a text by the way” Steve told her
    “How long ago?”
    “About an hour or so, but I thought they coud wait”
    “Did you now” Summer sighed as she reached across to her bedside table and grabbed her phone. The message came from a number she didn’t reccoginse and things became even more cryptic when she read the message.
    “Hello” it started “My name is Giles Price and I need to speak to you, I have some important information that you need to hear”
    Summer could instantly tell that the sender was a well spoken and educated man as he used full words not breaking them down to text speak. Her interest piqued Summer began to wonder who this Giles Price was and what kind of information he was privy to. Well there was one way to find out, she clicked on to her phones Wi Fi and googgled his name. That course of action soon turned out to be a bust as the search returned seemingly hundreds of Giles Prices from different walks of life. There was no way of knowing which one had just text her. Summer had no choice but to text the number back and see where it lead.
    “What kind of information?” Summer responded typing as quick as she could.
    The reply was almost instant “Information involving the Jessica Folds case”
    Summer stared at her phone wide eyed, how did this guy no about that. They hadn’t even released a statement to the press yet. Adam had insisted on keeping the case as hush hush as possible.
    “How do you know about that?” Summer returned hastley
    “That doesn’t matter, just meet me in one hour at Joe’s Coffee shop. I‘ll be wearing a pink carnation”
    “Damn it” Summer cursed she knew she had no choice but to go and meet this Giles Price, his cryptic messages had made her curious and for all she knew the information he had may be vitally important. It was an offer she knew she couldn’t refuse. Summer put the phone down showered and changed and was out the door in less than twenty minutes, telling Steve she was meeting a girlfriend and would be back soon.
    Summer entered Joe’s coffee shop and looked around for a man wearing a