protested. Her small hand clutched her cross in one hand, and her delicate jaw was set with resolve.
“ Just obey me,” Alisha ordered.
After a long, annoyed sigh, Vanora nodded.
Swallowing hard, Alisha took hold of the scrolled handle of the mausoleum door. She yanked it and felt her muscles straining. The door did not budge.
“ Oh, please, don’t do this,” she exclaimed.
Taking hold of the handle with both hands, she tugged with all her might. The heavy metal door did not relent. Vanora’s hands joined the struggle and her pale face strained as she pulled in vain. The door would not budge.
“It’s not going to open,” Alisha grunted.
“ It has to!”
Alisha let go with an explosive sigh. Leaning against the door, she said, “I was afraid of this. Roman had it sealed.”
The world was perfectly silent. Only the rustling of the leaves whispered in the breeze. The sisters stared at each other with frustration. Alisha was overwhelmed by the pulsating evil slithering over her body. She wanted frantically to run away, but she had to find a way to defend herself and her family. The vampire wasn’t going to leave on its own.
Vanora grabbed hold of the door handle and struggled to open it. “It’s in there right now. It’s helpless!”
Alisha ran her hands through her hair and stared at the mausoleum with loathing. “We can’t get in, Vanora. Why wouldn’t Roman listen to me today? Dammit!” Alisha slammed her hand against the heavy doors with disgust. “Why did he have to be so stupid?”
“ Roman doesn’t know monsters are real!”
“ He should know to listen to me! He knows I have the gift! Forgive my language, but our brother is a bullheaded bastard at times. Well, we just can’t sit here and do nothing.” Alisha dropped to her knees and unzipped her bag. She pulled out several roses with a small gold cross bound about them. She slipped the bouquet through the door handles and whispered a soft prayer.
“ That’s all?” Vanora asked with disbelief. “It’s going to get us!”
Alisha placed her hands on Vanora’s waist and peered up at her through her bangs. “No, it won’t. We will be safe. I promise you.”
“They always kill the vampires in the movies, Alisha!” Vanora cried, once more tugging on the door.
Alisha felt tears welling in her eyes. No matter what she said to Vanora, she really didn’t feel safe. The darkly mesmerizing atmosphere permeated everything around her, even piercing into her soul. It convinced her that this was no simple battle. Everything she loved was in jeopardy, as was her very life. All through her life, she had known evil existed, and on a few occasions she had felt the cold touch of its hand in certain circumstances. The day her parents died, she had known before the phone had rung and Roman had broken the news to her that they had died. She had felt evil’s ruthless presence in her life that fateful night when she had lost her parents forever as she did now this hot afternoon. Even the bright Texas sunlight didn’t seem to touch the mausoleum. It was shrouded in the shadows of the oak trees, which stood guard over it. The evil had imbedded itself into their lives, and destroying it was going to take all their will and strength. This was not a battle she could run away from. It would follow them. They were of the creature’s blood, and instinctively she knew it would find them wherever they fled.
Shivering despite the day’s heat, she drew her jacket closer about her.
“ Snow Pea, there is nothing we can do today. We had better get in. It will be night soon.”
Vanora’s face paled significantly. “Okay. But we have to kill it tomorrow, Alisha.”
“Okay, Snow Pea. Come on.” Alisha stood up shakily and extended her hand. “We have things to do. We have to prepare for tonight.”
As they strolled across the lawn to the house, Vanora glanced back toward the mausoleum where Death slept. “You can even feel him in there, can’t you?