Chapter Thirty-Seven

Will

Luke and Jake believe Walsh’s last fledgling is hiding in the cemetery. So the night after his final destruction, saw the three of us scouring likely hiding places. Roxy stayed behind to keep Elinor company and before we left they were looking at bridal dresses on the internet. I hope Elinor decides on a date soon, I think we all need an excuse for celebration. Also I need to find, and book, a friendly registrar who will be happy to conduct a ceremony after dark. Luckily, money speaks, so it should not be a problem.

We had searched the area around the mausoleum where Walsh had been incarcerated, but found nothing. Then a strange kind of premonition prompted me to look inside.

I motioned to the others to be silent and we crept down the cracked and broken stairs.

Something that closely resembled a dirty bundle of rags crouched in the corner by the discarded chains. The creature looked up and its shining, feral eyes met mine.

I walked slowly towards it, and it bared blood-stained fangs at me. Clearly it was beyond reason. When I was almost within grabbing distance, the creature emitted a piercing shriek and pounced. I grabbed its arms to prevent the long talons from raking down my face, and Luke came forward to secure it with handcuffs. Within seconds we had the creature secured within a large sack.

‘Should we destroy it here?’ Luke asked, watching the sack wriggle.

‘I would quite like to try and question it at home, just in case there are any more fledglings.’

‘It doesn’t appear to have much of a brain left,’ said Jake with a frown.

‘Nevertheless, we need to try.’

We managed to get our latest prisoner into the boot of Luke’s car without being observed, and drove back to the house.