Blood Song (Chapter 1, page 1 of 28)


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Chapter 1

Angus

We said our goodbyes the morning after Jack's beheading. We had all travelled to our family estate in Aberdeenshire first thing in the morning, Marcus and his gruesome samples sharing the van with various bits of equipment he and Fergus had brought across from the estate two days before. The rest of us had crammed ourselves and our luggage into the gold coloured Bentley Fergus had hired. We travelled light.

We had breakfast at the estate. It was very disconcerting to have actual guests in the home that we had grown up in, but Fergus and Marcus appeared to be unaffected by the newness of it all, and treated the situation as if it were a common occurrence.

I looked around me at the familiar walls and the old, heavy furniture with the scars left by three small energetic boys, all redolent with the memories of a carefree childhood overseen by a benevolent father. I wondered if he would have been surprised by the collection of people around the massive wooden table. He had always assumed the existence of others like us, but he had never managed to find anyone else, apart from our mother, of course. Ours was of necessity a lonely and clandestine existence. Each and every one of us sitting at that table had very good reasons for remaining out of the spotlight. The first and foremost of these would always be the genetic accident that had created us all.

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