Six Feet Below Echo-Sphere Series Book 2 Prologue

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Six Feet Below Echo-Sphere Series Book 2 Prologue

Post by Kenton on Mon Nov 19, 2012 2:07 pm

Six Feet Below
Echo-Sphere Series Book #2
By Kenton E.A. Guilford
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Post by Kenton on Mon Nov 19, 2012 2:09 pm

Table of Contents

Prologue: Pages 3-6

Chapter One: The Last Connection Not Finished Yet

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Prologue

Page 3



Gary stood and stared numbly at the front door of his house.

He’d never known another home. This was the place his parents had brought him back to when he was born. He had grown up within the walls of the Brooklyn row house. He’d played on the street under the leafy shade of the trees in the summer, and had made improvised sleds out of garbage can lids in the winter. In this house his family had sat sadly after his father had died. Here he kissed Alison for the first time. He had never imagined a day when the door of the house would be closed on him. The last time he had seen his mother, she had called him a monster and prayed at him hoping he would go away. He had made her forget he was a vampire, using glamour, but he had not known how long the glamour would last. As he stood in the cold autumn air, staring in front of him, he knew it had not lasted long enough.

The door was covered with signs—Stars of David splashed on in paint, the incised shape of the symbol for chai, life. Tefillin were bound to the doorknob and knocker. A hamsa, the Hand of God covered the peephole.

Numbly he put his hand to the metal mezuzah affixed to the right side of the doorway. He saw the smoke rise from the place where his hand touched the holy object, but he felt nothing. No pain, only a terrible empty blankness, rising into cold rage.

He kicked the bottom of the door and he heard the echo through the house. “Mom!” he shouted. “Mom, it’s me!”

There was no reply—only the sound of the bolts being turned on the door. His sensitized hearing had recognized his mother’s footsteps, her breathing, but she said nothing. He could smell acrid fear and panic even through the wood. “Mom!” his voice broke. “Mom, this is ridiculous! Let me in! It’s me, it’s Gary”


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The door juddered as if she had kicked it. “Go away!" Her voice was rough, unrecognizable with terror. “Murderer!” “I don’t kill people.” Gary leaned his head against the door. He knew he could probably kick it down, but what would be the point?
“I told you. I drink animal blood.” “You killed my son,” she said. “You killed him and put a monster in his place.”

“I am your son—“

“You wear his face and speak with his voice, but you are not him! You’re not Gary!” Her voice rose to almost a scream. “Get away from my house before I kill you, Monster!”

“Amy,” he said. His face was wet; he put his hands up to touch it. They came away stained, his tears were bloody.
“What have you told Amy?”

“Stay away from your sister.” Gary heard a clattering from inside the house, as if something had been knocked over.

“Mom,” he said again, but this time his voice wouldn't rise. It came out as a hoarse whisper. His hand had begun to throb. “I need to know—is Amy there? Mom, open the door. Please—“

“Stay away from Amy!” She was backing away from the door; he could hear it. Then came the unmistakable sound of the kitchen door swinging open, slowly the creak of the linoleum as she walked on it. The sound of a drawer being opened could be heard. Suddenly he imagined his mother grabbing one of the kitchen knives.

Before I kill you, monster.


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The thought rocked him back on his heels. If she had struck out at him, the mark would rise. It would destroy her as it had destroyed Lilith.

He dropped his hand and backed up slowly, stumbling down the steps and across the sidewalk, fetching up against the trunk of one of the big trees that shaded the block. He stood where he was, staring at the front door of his house, marked and disfigured with the symbols of his mother’s hate for him. No, he reminded himself. She didn't hate him. She thought he was dead. What she hated was something that didn't exist. I am not what she says I am.

He didn't know how long he would have stood there, staring, if his phone hadn't begun to ring, vibrating his coat pocket. He reached for it reflexively, noticing that the pattern from the front of the mezuzah—interlocked with the Stars of David—was burned into the palm of his hand. He switched hands and put the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“Gary?” It was Alison. She sounded breathless. “Where are you?”

“Home,” he said, and paused. “My Mother’s house,” he amended. His voice sounded hollow and distant to his own ears. “Why aren't you back at the institute? Is everyone alright?”

“That’s just it," she said. “Just after you left, Mary came back down from the roof where Gavin was supposed to be waiting. There was nobody there.”

Gary moved. Without quite realizing he was doing it, like a mechanical doll, he began walking up the street towards the subway station. “What do you mean, there was no one there?” “Gavin was gone,” she said, and he could hear the strain in her voice. “And so was Dean.”

Gary stopped in the shadow of a bare-branched tree. “But Dean was dead Alison,”


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“Then you tell me why his body isn’t there, because it isn’t,” she said, her voice finally breaking. “There’s nothing up there but a lot of blood and broken glass. They’re both gone, Gary. Gavin is gone….”



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