BLACK MIRROR

by sydneywilcox19

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SYNOPSIS

The death of Azura Blackwoods grandmother, brings her to Briarcliff. A small town on the western coast.

With no one left, Azura stays with her aunt. Rumors spread around town about the 'new girl', while she tries to keep to herself. She finds it hard to stay away from the towns folk, and there reflecting, friendly smiles. For behind the smiles, several centuries worth of lies and secrets hide.

Ignoring her aunts warnings, Azura befriends a young girl, and her companion. One by one, mysterious events occur, around the town. She struggles with who she can trust and who she cannot, for the ones closest to her have a tendency to betray.

But can she stay away from the dark reflections, threatening to reveal her own dark heritage?

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EXCERPT

We made our way, bare footed down the street, following a few towns folk, where the small gathering of people was the biggest.

Horror filled my eyes, as we pushed through the crowd and made it to the front. Before me, on the old windmill, was the same symbol, as what Eclipse explained, to be on the canoe. A burning rose. What looked like red spray paint, was not that at all. The stench of blood, wafting through the air.

Eclipse squeezed my hand, as if checking that I was still there. I squeezed back, scared of what this meant. Familiar, the word echoed through my mind. My eyes finally decided to leave the blood painted symbol, shifting to the girl that sat sobbing in the center of the crowd Murmurs floated from person to person, everyone worried, and confused. No one made a move to help the girl.

Releasing Eclipse's hand, I quickly knelt beside the girl. She looked up, her hazel eyes puffy, from crying. Tresses of her fawn hair, falling loosely over her flushed cheeks, shadowing her fair skin. 

 "What's your name." I asked softly, meeting the girls eyes.

"M-Macy B-Brownwell." She stuttered, sniffling a sob.

I nodded, taking the girls shaking hand in my own. "I'm Azura." I replied, my voice near a whisper. Frightened to talk to loudly, in case whatever did this, would hear and come back.

The same cold, familiar dread, and emptiness. Floating like a whisper around the windmill. Vampire was the one word that came to mind.

Macy nodded, looking down at the ground. Her eyes glazed over, with ushered tears.

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