Secret Meeting

It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning strikes flashed over the small French town of Bordeaux, the residence of many a quaint bookstore, antique shops, the Notre Dame, and what many didn’t know...an immortal.

           

The immortals were descended from a very ancient race of Aztec gods. They lived in the darkness, often posing as rich yet secretive scholars, living in grand mansions, keeping to themselves, yet always watching over the common folk. Or that’s what Luke was anyway. Luke was only one of the immortals living in Bordeaux, in a large country mansion, which most believed to be abandoned. Indeed, the gates were always kept under lock and key...and a rather hefty amount of chains, but whenever Luke went on one of his mid-nightly escapades, he took a different escape. Much like he was doing tonight.

 

Descending the flight of white marble stairs, wearing a long black coat with a hood that disfigured his face in shadow, he made his way through one of the many secret passageways that lined the old building, some having been there for some time, others which Luke had made himself for his own convenience.

           

And so it was that Luke stepped out into the pouring rain, already drenched from just standing five minutes in the torrential downpour. Looking left and right, and left again, Luke walked on into the night, unseen...

           

or so he thought.

           

As Luke made his way to one of the oldest bookshops in the country, one that was owned by someone who much preferred to keep to himself, he had not even the slightest inkling that he was being followed by another black figure, although shorter than him. Making his way through alley after alley, up and down cobbled steps, Luke finally arrived at a small wooden door to a building that looked as if it hadn’t been entered in centuries. He rapped the door twice, the sound of which was drowned out by the rain that continued to fall down mercilessly on every building. Barely moments later, the door opened, and there stood a small man, not too old, but not too young either. He wore a rounded set of spectacles, and had white hair, and he squinted in the darkness to see his midnight visitor. Realising who it was, he instantly invited him in, all the while being watched by the figure that now hid behind an adjacent alley wall.

           

The old man closed the door behind them. Luke removed his hood, to reveal a very handsome face, with a sculpted jaw, and pale complexion, and dark green eyes, that lit with excitement and worry.

           

“I was followed.”

Author's Note

Written 22 November 2009.

Reviews

[WhiteWolfAvenger]

I like this. The first sentence, granted, is a bit cliche, but it still works. I like the concept of the immortals and your description of them made me want to keep reading, to find out more about these creatures.
The chapter is short, but I like it. It was just enough to hook you in and make you want to keep reading. I really hope you consider bridging the gap between this chapter and the next one, because I see a lot of potential with this.
Nice writing :)

[Mr. Misanthrope]

Thanks for your review :) It's been a while since I'd posted anything on here and I'd forgotten just how great it felt to have some actually read your work. Granted this is far from what I'd consider good, what with it having been written about four or five years ago and my believing that I've actually improved. I'm in a process of archiving stuff I don't want to get rid of. Thank you ever so much.

[WhiteWolfAvenger]

Yeah, it's always interesting to go back a few years and see how you were writing and how your writing has changed. Still, I'm glad you're putting up this stuff, incomplete or not, you've written some nice works :)

[Ryan Henderson]

Oh, I like this so far. I got this story from the 'submissions' page for a sci-fir/fantasy contest. I too have entered this contest, and I wish you the best of like in winning the contest, this piece is very good so far!