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Day Two - Realisation  part 1 Vanessa woke feeling groggy almost fluey, and a little disoriented. She looked across at the clock reading 0600 and tried to put thoughts into order before she arose. Her memories of yesterday were vague, middled with dreams of naked men in the road and people dying. There was a soreness in her groin that puzzled her, it felt almost as if she had been using her toy for an overlong session, a feeling of a night filled with an orgy of sex, an orgy she could not remember having. She got up and went to the toilet and as she sat there emptying her bladder, she realised there was an old stickiness to her legs and thighs, a stickiness that had no right to be there. “What the fuck?” She shouted into the air running her hand through the stickiness and sniffing, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” She pulled at the toilet roll and wiped up as much of the stickiness as she could, also wiping between her legs, grimacing at what seemed a ridiculous amount to be wiped. She...

Day One A New Death Dawns The mole didn’t notice the nick in its skin as it burrowed through the graveyard or the drop of blood that it left on an ancient bone long buried beneath a slab of stone, a stone worn faceless and smooth by centuries of wind and rain, a stone no longer indented with the name of the occupant of the grave. The mole just kept burrowing as it searched for food beneath the soil of the unkempt Gloucestershire graveyard. A hunger, at first all it felt was hunger, a deep longing for food for sustenance, a hunger, a longing that comes after hundreds of years of abstinence of starvation. A craving so uncontrollable that nothing could have held it back from a hunt for food, nothing would stop it feeding, nothing as trivial as a few feet of earth and a slab of stone as it rose to the surface and stood under a black moonless night and sniffed the air, a scent brought a snarl and quicker than the eye could see it was gone, prey to catch, food to be taken, strength to ...

An Ancient Awakes A novel by Andy Reeley Whilst some of the name places may be real, all characters, people and events in this story are entirely fictitious; they are figments of my imagination and not reflections of real events or people. If you think differently, then that is your right, but coincidences do happen. © Andy Reeley 2011