Rise of the Blue Bloods: Chapter Four

Alex and Bryndle sat talking for what seemed like only a little while, but in truth the time flew and before Bryndle knew it the sun was beginning to set, so engrossed in a charming conversation with this attractive stranger. 

Alex had sat mesmerized almost bewitched by this elegant and captivating young lady, from the moment he laid eyes on her it was as if she had taken hold of his heart, it was against his character to sit and chat with women, always a confident talker probably too confident in many ways but it would always get him his way, even so he chose to be quiet in life and trade but now somehow he felt nervous and almost fidgety, like he wasn't in control, like she had stolen his sixth sense.

He sat with his denim baggy trousers, his converse trainers and a hoodie that he loved to wear in his own time, his hair dark an short but kind of gelled in a funky style, never seen without his aviators, somehow he oozes a mysterious edge, he is clearly an athletic type and Bryn observed that by the way he held himself, he was more than he made out to be, although that didn't put her off, it merely peaked her interest, like a cat and mouse but who was playing who?

Bryndle abruptly rose form her seat seeing the sun almost setting "I must go my brother will be expecting me, he hates it when I am late" she said with a roll of her eyes, as she did he got up fast and grabbing her hand before she could leave. "Beth" he said "it is nearly sunset let me walk you home, they say this place is dangerous after dark, I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to you, it was me after all that kept you from returning home sooner" Bryn smiled and looked at him as he held her hand. “Ill be fine, don’t worry” she said and when she again tried to leave he stopped her and made her look at him, “Then take this,” reaching under his shirt he pulled out a crystal on a black cord around his neck before taking it off, “it was an honor in meeting you, Beth, take this as a token of our chance meeting” he said in a soft voice putting it over her head and round her neck.

 Turning with a grin, she hurriedly walked across the road putting her embroidered scarf over her head to stop the chill just as the evening delivery of milk truck drove between the two of them and as it passed she was gone.

 Back home, Ryan was standing with his arms crossed at the entrance of Blue Blood Manor waiting for his sister to return, he'd been to the town that day with a foreboding feeling, he found nothing untoward but still had been on edge all day, little did Bryn know being so engrossed, he knew however that she was safe such was their telepathy synced. Bryndle walked in almost in a shifty shy manner, "where have you been!" Ryan exclaimed

Bryndle jumped slightly as she replied "Not this again, I was just at the village, you know that a girl can waste loads of time shopping"  she said cheekily as she put down her bags "uh huh" said Ryan "shopping, is that what it's called?" 

The housekeeper walked into the entry way and said "Milady would you require any refreshments?" "Yes please, Walter" Bryndle replied "I'd love my favorite, soda with cherries" he picking up her bags he said "On its way Milady would you wish to rest before dinner?" "I'll take my drink in the kitchen Walter, I've got Venison stew to make" she smiled, Ryan began to chuckle to himself replying "Yeah it’s about time we had dinner sissy, get in that kitchen I'm going to put my feet up and watch TV” Pausing as he turned back to her “Oh and sissy you're grounded"  he says chuckling.

Outside as the night drew closer, the town hall bell rang out in the streets of Helmsfirth , a small breeze began to pick up, blowing leaves and a missing persons poster off the village noticeboard it drifted and rolled past the feet of the blacksmiths as he was locking up, he was late all the stores were already closed with their shutters drawn, trying to find the right key from the bundle in his hand, he turned feeling something cold touch his shoulder “ Anyone there” he said, with no reply but there was something eerie in the air, something was lurking, something was watching, plotting and planning, he continued rushing and dropped his keys, then through the mist across the street he saw three ethereal figures seemingly stepping on air, eyes a blaze with the colors of fire, he blinked and looked again and they were gone, his blood ran cold, the hairs on his neck stood up on end, shaking as he picked up his keys when he felt a lukewarm breath on his neck, and everything went black.