The Man In Black Book Release, Alarms & Strangers In The Night!

Hello,

I have finally done it!  I have just released by first short non-fiction book about my ghostly and spiritual experiences aptly named, The Man in Black.  It is available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

You can read an excerpt on a previous post on here!

I am now going to work this blog like a diary because so many things have been happening.  I have been arguing with my Man in Black & Spiritual Guide, Nathan along with my spirit protectors and team.  As I have previously said, this usually happens when I think they are trying to tell me how to run my life a little bit too much, something I talk about in the book.  It all started after I was given the news from my Solicitor that I was officially divorced on the 28th November.  I guess, I will never forget that date rather like the way I always remember being in labour for 17 hours and 58 minutes with my daughter on Christmas Eve! Lol.

Although, I am ecstatic to be a free woman, I experienced some sadness and my mood dropped.  On top of that it has been hectic setting up my publishing company ( just waiting on the bank finalising my business account) and I have been suffering some symptoms from my balance an neurological disorder, all of which made me think about life and how it has been treating me lately.  I am not going to go on in to the sob & pity me story suffice to say, I ended up spouting a few home truths to my spirit team about life and how they had forgotten how painful it was to live sometimes.  I switched their interference off and refused to speak or acknowledge them for a while to get some space.

I found out from a lady working in a shoe shop in my town, who is also a Medium that she has similar experiences rowing with her Guides and also stops speaking to them for a while when they get on her nerves and she has finished shouting at them like me.  Nice to know I am not the only one!

So, what has this got to do with all the strangeness going on around me I spoke of earlier?  Well, when I shut them off they will keep quite for a short period of time and will then do all in their power to get me to notice them again which can be infuriating or amusing depending on which way you would choose to look at the situation.  It started yesterday morning when I was sitting in my favourite cafe chatting to my friend.  There were two large flashes of light.  We couldn't work out where they came from.  Also, on the way back from the bathroom I noticed a light flash in the deserted hallway against the white door.  I stared at the door then up at the lights waiting for them to flicker like they do at home and sometimes when I am out when I argue with Nathan but they didn't.  As I moved towards the door to open it in to the restaurant, the alarm for the whole building suddenly went off.

Alarms and sirens are used by my team to try and get my attention.  When I sit in the cafe on the High Street, walk around the shops, sit at home and watch the TV they will both show and make me listen to sirens and alarms going off.  In the last few days I have seen a lot of Ambulances, Fire engines, police cars etc.  It means listen as do the flashing lights.  What signs are used by your Guides and Angels to get your attention?

During the night I woke up suddenly to four large flashes of white light in the room.  There was no lightening storm and it had the same feel as the flashes I had seen in the morning.  Still I am a stubborn woman and when a point needs to be made I stick to it and I promptly ignored them.

The following morning I became aware of a Native American Spirit.  I have been told before this man was around me but I have never seen him or made contact.  He didn't speak to me but he took on the appearance of a Scout.  I am still unsure as to why he keeps showing himself to me.  But he is one of three new spirits I have been seeing around me.  The second is a priest who is there to give me spiritual counselling as I have become disillusioned with my faith in the event of my strong emotions over my divorce, having to move from my home and illness.

But the third gave me a surprise last night.  I was asleep and then woke with a jerk to see the full almost solid image with my physical eyes of a young professor type man standing next to my bookcase in a red shirt, navy jumper and trousers with longish dark hair reading a book.  Disturbed, I asked him to leave but he did not go and my team didn't appear to want to make him.  Both he and Nathan placed their hands on my arm to give me comfort but I would still not be moved.  Sometimes things hurt too much.

This man has followed me around all day with a book.  I don't know who he is.  He will not tell me but I believe he is there to help me somehow and I think it is for me to work out.  Perhaps he is from the old Hospice on which the flats I live in are built?

I will post again soon.  In the meantime enjoy my new book which is also available on Kindle Unlimited!

Sara!

 

Spirit Rider

Hello,

I have finally finished my short book or should I say long essay about my life with spirits.  I am now going through the tedious time consuming process of editing and finalising the legal process for Star Temple Publishing.  Once they have been completed I will release the first book in the series of What Your Spirit Medium Would Never Tell You About Their Relationship With Spirits which will have a subtitle of, Sara & The MIBs.  You can read an extract from my frank account which I guarantee you will find very different from any self help spiritual book you will download off Amazon or buy from a bookshop!

In the meantime, I wanted to tell you about the spirit appearing on a bicycle outside my window riding up and down the street every night.  At first I thought he might be one of my crazy spirit team having a laugh, pedalling his bike fast up and down the pavement, removing his hands from the handles while lifting one leg up in the air to show off.  But I have my doubts.  Even though he is a spirit, I still worry when a car goes past and hope that the young looking man keeps looking where he is going while he moves recklessly across the road.

When I first saw the bike, it looked old fashioned as though from the Victorian era or turn of the century.  Then a few days later it had taken on the appearance of a Raleigh Chopper from the late 70s, early 80s.  He had a flag on a flexible pole on the back.  I haven't seen one of those for years.  He then showed me the bike lying on the ground underneath the front of a car and I decided he might be trying to tell me that he'd had an accident as a child in the 80s and died.

As though to emphasise and amplify my thoughts, when I looked out of the window early evening just the other day I saw him riding around next to what I thought were a group of school children on the corner.  But when I looked closer they moved and I realised they were spirits!  Sometimes, they appear just as strong as the living do walking down the street and I can't tell the difference.

He is there now riding up and down the street at a frantic pace as I look out of the window.  If I find out more about him, I will let you know.

I want to use this blog as a bit of a diary about my life with the spirits around me so come back in the next few days to find the next instalment.

Enjoy your Sunday evening!

Sara

What Your Spiritual Medium Would Never Dare Tell You Extract

Hello,

I am glad so many of you enjoyed my last post detailing the chapters in my forth coming spiritual book, What Your Spiritual Medium Would Never Dare Tell You, based on my experiences and relationship with my spiritual team of guiding and protecting Angels who wear black suits and I nickname my MIBs.

Today, I have posted an extract and I would love to receive your comments.  Also would you prefer me to release my account as a series of short novels on Amazon as I often do with my fiction work as Arabella Kingsley or do you wish to wait for a whole book?  Please leave a comment on here or my FB page, Woman In Black.

Enjoy the extract!

Sara




Holidaying with Spirits

I have written the majority of this book while on holiday on a cruise to the Caribbean in October.  Yep right in the middle of the hurricane season, in particular, the catastrophic Hurricane Ophelia and Storm Brian in 2017.  Why did I do it?  Because I wanted an adventure while the emotionally exhausting process of my divorce came to an end and because I did not want to be left alone in my flat when my daughter went on her A-level trip to New York.

In the summer, just after we moved out of our house and in to the small flat as per the requirements of my divorce to start a new life, I booked a cruise around the Mediterranean for myself and my daughter.  It had been an exhausting two years without a holiday and I could finally find a way to relax.  So, we boarded the cruise ship Britannia at Southampton for the first time on our own ready to have some fun.

The first port of call was Cadiz in Spain and we would be at sea for two days before we reached our destination.  It wasn’t long before I began to notice that not all of the passengers were travelling just with their family.  Some had brought friends from the spirit world.

These extra guests took every advantage at their disposal to make their presence known to me.  Spirits always use paintings, walls and other flat surfaces they can impress their image on to be seen.  Everywhere I looked there was a face grinning back at me and my spirit protection team was having to work overtime to keep them back otherwise I would have been overwhelmed.

They were usually prevalent in the public café and shop areas.  At one point, I even spotted a spirit who had once worked as a chef on board trying to attract my attention.  A young teenage spirit girl ran up the stairs to stand outside one of the cabin rooms in front of me and countless others simply strode through the public areas as though reliving their previous holidays whilst alive.  Thankfully, no spirit made a request for me to inform their family or friends they were there.  I am not sure I would have had the confidence to deal with that.  But there was more to come . . .

After Cadiz, the next port of call was Barcelona.  I was really looking forward to this one having never visited the city before.  We had an excursion booked for the morning and we enjoyed a trip around the city centre as well as outside it to the Spanish village.

When the tour bus made its first stop it was near the famous street, Las Ramblas.  Our female guide pointed it out to us and informed the group that she would not be taking us down the street as it was too busy and she feared she would lose us.  We walked parallel to the street and around the city seeing the famous sights and Gaudi’s masterpieces.  The whole time, I felt a strange prickling sensation up my neck that made me feel chilled despite the very hot weather.  The sensation confused me making me wonder if an unwanted spirit entity was stalking me.  But I received no information from my guides and spiritual protectors.  All I could discern was that they appeared more protective than usual.

Finally, we ended up just outside the city in the Spanish Village where different areas of Spain are showcased with architecture, restaurants etc.  I took a selfie with my daughter and posted it on Facebook announcing we were having fun in Barcelona.  The tour ended and our guide announced that she would have the bus driver drop us off back near Las Ramblas if we wanted to go and have further time in the city before we had to return to the ship.

I wanted to get off at Las Ramblas and take a look at the famous street but my daughter was reluctant.  She wanted to go back to the ship because she was feeling tired and didn’t feel like being lost in the crowd going up and down there.  I was in two minds.  My feet were already killing me and were swollen from the heat so I relented trying to dissuade my mind that I was missing an opportunity.  Around 2.30 pm we returned to the ship and lounged around until we were due to disembark.

I always like to watch the cruise ship I am on leaves the dock and the pilot takes it out of the harbour only to have to make a flying leap on to the boat chugging alongside to retrieve him.  I stood outside on the balcony looking over on the rail to the dock below as the final checks were made by the bridge.

Suddenly there were a flurry of announcements asking if certain named passengers could confirm they were back on board by contacting reception vi the nearest phone on the ship. The voice sounded stressed and frantic.  But I still dismissed it as them searching for passengers who were stragglers and hadn’t turned up on time for the ship’s departure, something that happened every time we were in a port and I duly dismissed it.

While I stood out looking out over the rail I watched my MIBs walking around it guarding.  I wasn’t pleased with them at that moment and I was arguing with them – a natural occurrence when I believed they were interfering too much.  Suddenly a transparent shadow of one of them moved on top of the roof of one of the buildings.  He bent down and sprouted wings that were large and clear at first but then they turned black and menacing as did his body.  Annoyed at them, I shook my head and said sarcastically, “What is that supposed to be the Angel of Death?”  I did not receive an answer.

Shaking my head again I watched the ship move away from the dock and begin its way to the next port, Cannes.  I went for a shower to get ready for dinner and I started to do my hair while my daughter took her own.  We must have been only a few miles out of the Harbour when the Captain made an announcement that was piped directly in to the cabins and in to the bathroom overriding the option to keep announcements silent.  What he told us made me shiver to the bone and my daughter come quickly out of the shower.

“I have been contacted by several of you who are currently watching Sky news about the terrorist attack in Barcelona.”  My phone started to light up and go crazy on Facebook with messages.  We turned on the news and all of the places I had not long ago seen were cordoned off.  Las Ramblas was on lock down.  The Captain informed us that they had been requested to inform the Cruise line’s office in Southampton that all passengers and crew were accounted for and had not been caught up in the attack which occurred before the ship had left the port of Barcelona just when I was seeing my Black Angel which I aptly had named the Angel of Death.

All passengers and crew were accounted for and we had left on time.  We would learn the following day from other passengers on a trip to Monte Carlo from Cannes that many of them had missed it by an hour, half an hour and in some cases minutes.  Each time something had occurred to make them change direction or return to the ship. The frantic requests for certain passengers to make their presence on the ship known before we had left the port had been because the attacks were taking place and they were making sure everyone was safe.  Unlike other cruise ships in port not one passenger or crew had been placed in danger and we had left on time.  Others were delayed because passengers were locked up in cafes while the police dealt with the attack.  The Captain told us that he would be taking the ship on a different route closer to land so everyone could contact home to reassure everyone they were safe.  All night phones were pinging in all of the restaurants and clubs.  To this day I go cold when I tell someone how close my daughter and the others on the ship came to being involved in the attack and a possible casualty.  It might also have been worse if we’d had another departure time.  If I had experienced any doubts about the spiritual protection around me they were dispelled that summer’s evening.

Cruising with my spirit team is always an eye opener.  Not long after we got back from the Med I was hankering for another adventure especially when I remembered my daughter was going to leave me to go on to a school trip to New York.  I didn’t fancy being left alone on the flat when I was still continuing to get down, fit and occasion self harm.  I don’t think my daughter was too happy leaving me on my own either.  So, I idly flicked through the pages on one of the Cruise sales website and came across a cruise to the Caribbean for twenty-four nights.

My daughter was more than eager for me to go.  “Have and adventure, Mum.”  This would be the first time I was going to leave her to fend for herself and this would be the first holiday I would take on my own.  Swallowing my fear after much discussion, I booked the damn thing and went on a grand adventure.

On the 6^th October I boarded the Arcadia even though I was worried about the devastation and havoc Hurricane Ophelia was causing in the Caribbean and went for it.  The plan was to sort and develop my notes for this book as well as write up as much as I could.  I sat in the Piano Bar vigorously writing on paper, something I do to get going and soon found myself explaining to the friendly interested waiter staff that I was an author and it became a regular occurrence in the first few days. I envisaged no interruptions and that I would keep myself to myself but clearly my team had other ideas.  The first distraction came from my team and to my great pleasure from my beloved deceased family members.

I didn’t sleep well on the first night alone in my cabin and spent a restless night. Not surprising as I rarely slept well in the flat or at the house.  I woke around 6.30am and blinked. As I did so I could clearly see Nathan standing over me in his black suit staring intently at my face to check if I was feeling all right.

This is another nightly occurrence for me that, well let’s be honest, would scare the pants off most and did to me at first. But I have now learned to accept their quirky ways and almost obsessive need to make sure I am ok.

Earlier in the first night one of the many MIB sentinels squashed in to my cabin standing guarding me from the bottom of the bed moved out from the wall and tilted his head to one side to ascertain if I required help, so Nathan standing over me after a restless night was no surprise.  Often when I can’t sleep Nathan will lie on top of the covers next to me on the bed and put his arm around me.  I feel instant comfort and warmth.  Nothing makes me feel so safe and secure.  His transparent form and face will become clearer and I suddenly realise I am truly no longer alone in this life.  He will always be by my side.

What Your Spiritual Medium Would Never Dare Tell You!

Hello,

I know it has been a while but I have gone through some major life changes and have finally sold and moved out of the home I shared with my ex-husband.  On top of that I have been away on two cruises, one to the Med and another for just under a month to the Caribbean.  In that time I have been recording my spiritual experiences with my Men In Black Spirits and much more for my new book, What Your Spiritual Medium Would Never Dare Tell You.  I have also set up my own publishing company, Star Temple Publishing Limited here in the UK and will soon be putting out a submissions call for spiritual and self help books that offer a different twist and thought provoking slant than the masses of them out there just as I intend to do with my own.

I don't have any cover art for the book yet but it is well on the way to being completed and is going to shock and intrigue.  I guarantee it!  Chapters after the introduction include:-

1) Meeting The Man In Black

2) The Men In Black Army - read about the Men In Black suits who guard and protect me surrounding my home inside and out.

3) Being Romanced By The Man In Black - the truth about my romantic relationship with my principal guide and twin flame Nathan who arrived an laid claim to me as his wife!

4) The Spirit Doctor - read about the deceased Consultant, World War I nurse and female doctor from the old Hospice on which my flat is now built on the top who take care of my health when I suffer from my FND and balance symptoms.

5) Holidaying with Spirits - this chapter includes an account of my ghostly experiences on my cruise to the Med and when I nearly became embroiled in the terrorist attacks in Barcelona.  And on my cruise to the Caribbean whilst heading towards Hurricane Ophelia in the Atlantic Ocean together with the reading I gave to an Opera singer in front of former Radio One DJ, Mike Read, after seeing spirits on stage with her.

6) Past Life Revelations - read about the images I received about my past life as Sarah with Nathan in  Wisconsin that formed he backdrop of my latest novel, Forever Bound written under my pen name, Arabella Kingsley.  And how I was stalked from the spirit realm by a ghost from that life who hanged me from a tree, murdering myself and my unborn child.

7) Writing With Spirit - read about how Nathan and the others helped me write Erotic BDSM Romance that knocked Fifty Shades of Grey off the No.1 spot in Romantic Erotica on Amazon.

8) Arguing With Spirits.

9) Living With Spirits After Divorce & The Future.

Watch this space!

Sara

Angel Orbs or Dust?

Hello,

I have been having a lot of ghostly and Angelic experiences recently that I want to share with you.  I am continuing to write my book, Writing with Angels but this needs voicing.

This urgency to let you know what has been happening has come with the advent of the Angel Orbs spinning around my very own bedroom at night.  For a while, I only occasionally saw these spheres when I videoed my encounters with the Men In Black Spirits I have already posted on here and my Youtube Channel.  Aware of the controversy created by sceptics and many paranormal experts that these light anomalies are simply dust or water on a camera lens, I didn't think there would be much point in concentrating on them because they would not be taken seriously.  So I dismissed them.

That was until I noticed they were appearing more and more and finally in large numbers in my bedroom at night.  They didn't appear in my room every night but when they did they were usually white or opaque.  However, after a while they changed in to all different colours and grew larger.  They were also accompanied by flashes of brightly coloured lights.

I was amazed and decided they had to be more than dust.  There were too many of them.  I started to post them on online and at first they didn't receive much attention.  That was until I made the mistake of posting them in the paranormal subreddit on Reddit.  I got a lot of messages that informed me it was dust and I was basically stupid.  They were offensive, rude troll comments and these so called superior, more informed people even considered the brightly purple orb I caught on camera to be dust as well.  One guy even told me to get an air filter to clean out my room! LOL.

Everyone is entitled to their opinion but they were taking it to the extreme and insisting my house was full of dust!  Take a look at the videos below and consider whether or not you have seen dust particles that size and whether or not they would move around like that.

I am all for healthy good natured and polite scepticism.  I am not fully sure what they are.  I'd like to believe they are wonderful Angelic beings floating around looking after us but I can't know for sure.  Neither can Scientists be sure they are dust.  Maybe they are a natural phenomena none of us have even considered yet.  One thing is for sure, I know what dust looks like and this isn't it! LOL.  In any event I don't need a camera to see these Orbs and I have seen them inside the house, in other buildings & houses and outside in the fresh air with my own eyes.

What do you think?  Keep it polite. :)

Check out my latest Orb videos below together with a MIB spirit video.  Remember you can see all of my videos on my Youtube Channel.

In the next few days I will be posting on more light phenomena and two Readings I recently found myself giving out of the blue in a restaurant for the fist time.

Enjoy your evening and don't have nightmares! :)

Sara

Latest Video,

Large Purple Orb

And finally for all those new to the blog, my MIB video! :)

I Didn't go To Bed Alone!

Check out my new spooky video capturing the large Spirit Orbs flying around my bedroom at night!



I will be doing a new post on here very soon.





Enjoy!





Sara

Ghosts From Past Lives

Just a quick post to let you know you can read a large excerpt of Forget Me Nots, my dark Ghost/Horror Romance dealing with the impact of past lives in the American West & Victorian England as well as the mystery of eternal love on Thoughtcatalog.  This story is also based on my past life experiences shown to me by Nathan and the rest of my MIBs.  You can follow the rest of the story on my blog, Writing With Angels.

Sara

Writing With Ghosts

Hello,

I always write this when I am out for coffee but for once I am in Starbucks rather than Costas!  That's because I am in Watford Shopping Centre and Costas is full.  No room at the Inn. Lol.  I still prefer the coffee in Costas though.  Nobody makes a Gingerbread Latte like they do. :)

Anyway, I apologise for not having posted last night.  Things are a bit hectic at the moment.  I am trying to set up my new business publishing my own novels again and some online magazines.  It's all go and I am loving it.  Why am I finally doing this and believing that I can succeed at it all?  Well, you know what I am going to say.  I am receiving guidance that this is the right way to go from my MIBs.  Nathan is like a parrot in my ear!  Write this, do this and so on.  Normally his incessant bossy chatter drives me mad but this time I welcome it.  I have been stuck for a long time both with my personal life and writing itself.  I love to be busy so I am not going to complain.  I just hope it is all a success.  At the minute I am unsure where he is leading me.  If any of you Medium's out there reading this have any ideas, please let me know.  I would be interested to know what you think.

I am back writing my erotica novels again and being pushed to write more like 75 Shades of Grey than 50!  I have been quite nervous about writing stuff like this but he has been there daring me to go forward with it.  He has even been helping me out with the stories.  The images become vivid in my mind whether it is erotica or any other genre and he is often the inspiration for a lot of my heroes.  He loves this!  Although I have known him to act as one of the baddies in my thriller novel.

Rather than seeing words when I write I see images.  The scenes are played like a mini movie in my head and both he and the MIBs are acting it out.  It's wild and better than going to the movies.  In my mind I quite often stand at the side in the image as though I am really there.  Writing a story set in the middle of winter, I saw snow clinging to fir trees in the woods, heard it crunch underfoot as I walked through it, felt its cold wetness melting in my hand and the still, freezing air pressing around me.  I have never experienced anything like it.  It was wonderful.

There have been funny times as well.  Whilst in the middle of a scene in one of erotica bestsellers, I was arranging, ah hem, a naughty scene we shall call it, with the lady being tied up on a bed.  I knew something was missing in the picture and I suddenly heard a voice say, "So what do you want me to  do with these shoes?  Do you want them on or off her?" Lol.  The scene shifted and I could see Nathan standing in front of the bed in my mind, holding up a pair of shoes at me and gesturing with them.  I wanted them on of course.  They were essential to the scene. :)

However, one of the best experiences my MIBs arranged to inspire my writing whilst in the middle of working on a novel, was in one of the first books I ever wrote called Knight of Swords.  Yes it was based on the tarot card.  I may have mentioned it in an earlier post.  This was the novel Nathan first made himself to me even though he had been standing next to me guiding me since birth.  I wrote about a young Hybrid Vampire Queen in Victorian England who owned an army was protected by her mate, the Knight of Swords.  I would learn later the imagined army were my MIBs, all dressed in black of course and Nathan was the Knight of Swords.  But I will tell you more about this on another post.

I was on my favourite beach, Saunton Sands in North Devon when on holiday with my ex and his family.  We were walking the dog early morning and as usual we had rowed.  I was upset but something massive was about to cheer me up.  It was a dark breezy morning and there was some mist with a strange blue tinge to its colour. rising above the sand an water.  The sea was calm and it was relaxing to listen to the waves sweeping in and off the shore like breath.  I turned to look down the beach and in my head I heard a roar like thunder.  I was just beginning to see Spirit at the time and it was all new and not as developed as it is now but I had the strangest feeling horses were galloping towards me.  In my mind and faintly in my physical vision, I saw the Queen of Sword's army riding towards me, their horses pounding their hooves against the sand.  It was so strong I felt the whoosh of air as they passed me by and my adrenaline pound.  I will never forget it.  I am going to post chapters from the book on this blog.  See below for details.

So I suppose you could say we write Arabella Kingsley novels as a team!


On top of writing erotica I am also being encouraged to be Spiritually minded which I have to say is one hell of a contrast.  They want me to post about my Spiritual life and experiences with them on here.  Taking the videos is another of their ideas and it has been fun.  They want you to see lots of them.  The moment it becomes dark I have been asked to take videos and direct a mini movie with them.  I have even told them what will work best and when I need more from them just like a Film Director. Lol.  Bless them, they try their best to come through and be seen by you all.  I think they want to be in the movies. Lol.  I just wish I knew why Nathan & my MIBs want this all to happen.  I appear to be doing a lot of writing and blogging as though I am trying to attract someone's attention and give them a message.  Maybe it is for you!. :)

Whatever the reason for the first time in a long time my writing is fun again and I have two paths to follow.  Enjoy the first chapter of my paranormal romance Knight of Swords below.

Remember if you want to see the videos I have taken of my MIB Spirit Guides & Spirit Orbs, please go to my Youtube Channel Woman In Black.

For details of my Erotic Romance novels please go to Arabella Kingsley Erotic Novels..

Please visit www.arabellasworld.co.uk for my erotic online magazine for more FREE stories.

Read excerpts of my Erotic Novels on my Arabella Kingsley Thoughtcatalog Page.

To read Forget Me Nots, my Ghost/Paranormal Romance novel dealing with the impact of past lives in the American West, Victorian England & the mystery of eternal love, please go to my sister blog, Writing With Angels.

Arabella Kingsley Facebook Page for all of my novels.

Enjoy the first part of my paranormal romance, Knight of Swords.  I will be starting a new novel inspired by my experiences on here in the near future when KOS is finished.  Watch this space!


Sara (Pen name Arabella Kingsley)

Warning:  Contains elements of horror.

Knight of Swords  

Chapter One

London 1893

Once again I had been guest witness to a gruesome murder.  The monster had come to collect me from my dreams just as he always did.  He changed their pleasant landscape and replaced them with visions of death that would forever haunt my soul.

Somehow this creature had the terrifying ability to walk through my mind and lead my very consciousness into his own dark-filled world.  I would see his cruel murders first hand.  His emotions and mine became one and the same, linked by some fateful bond.  Only fear and revulsion remained my own.  Our senses were entwined.  I felt the touch, smell, taste and sound of all that he did.  How, I did not know.  I did not care to know.  I just wanted it to stop.

This night we approached a small, secluded alley in a forgotten, dirty, damp corner of Whitechapel, not far from where one of the notorious Ripper murders had taken place a few years earlier.  To my horror, this was somewhere I recognised.  The memory flashed strong and vivid in my mind.  I had taken Matilda, daughter of the landlord from the nearby drinking establishment, The Candlewick, up against the wall not a few weeks before. 

I remembered her innate giggling as I man-handled her fleshy, plump breasts and moved her up and down against the wall as she straddled me, pushing inside her so hard and fast my head spun.  I recognised every place the monster took me.  They were always the scene of one of my carnal sins.  It was all part of the punishment he had so meticulously devised for me.  Other than to walk dutifully behind him, my body would not move.  My will was not my own.  He wore the garments of a clergyman but I never saw his face.  It was always obscured by the shadows that seemed to surround him wherever we travelled.  He walked with a limp.  His unsteady gait made his laboured footsteps heavy upon the cobbled streets.  The clumping sound chillingly announced his arrival into my dreams when he came to collect my soul.

His heavy tread mingled with the noise of the woman’s body being drag.  My sight fixed more closely on the woman he had just murdered with his vicious vampire bite in her throat.  It was . . ., you must excuse my emotion, it was Sophie – another young woman who had been misfortunate to attract my lust.  This callous, unforgiving creature took the women I had made love to.  Oh God, Sophie, I am so sorry you ever met me.

Sophie would be his fifth killing in the last month.  Five innocent souls tormented by his cruelty before their murders.  I tried to beg for her life, to connect with any shred of humanity left in this vampire monster, but my efforts always fell upon deaf ears.  I offered my own life in return.  When that did not move him, I vowed I would find a way to stop him.  Somehow I would kill him.  Even if I swung for it, I would kill him.  I thundered this intention at him with anger, but he merely laughed at the suggestion, continuing diligently with his task.

The vampire was pleased with the choice he had made in selecting Sophie as his next victim, for it was not only me he punished with his vile acts.  Sophie bore a very close resemblance to his lost sweetheart, the woman who had rejected his tormented love.  This woman, this Juliet, whose name he whispered as he maimed and killed, drove his murders in equal strength to his passion to punish me.  Somehow the man had linked our perceived crimes, deeming them both worthy of the same punishment.  I could not help but feel as though he believed I had wooed Juliet and taken her from him as I had done with other women from other men.  Yet, I had never met her.  I confess I was confused and bewildered by his anger toward me.  Jealousy seemed as good a reason for his hostility as any other.

Though I did not know of Juliet or of her life, I was drawn to her through this creature.  Every killing was the monster’s rehearsal of Juliet’s eventual demise and I feared for her life on a continual basis.  I felt incredibly protective of her, relieved that, despite all of his efforts, he had not been able to detect her whereabouts.  The man continued to press his face into the fateful wound in Sophie’s throat to catch the rich essence that poured from her broken body.  I closed my eyes tight, unable to take the gruesome spectacle anymore.  I struggled to support myself on my shaking legs as Sophie’s blood seeped into the cobbles around my feet.  I wished I could block out the frantic sucking noises the man made, wished I could remove the taste of blood from my mouth that made me convulse.

A soft feminine cry startled both the monster and myself.  The dreadful sucking noise abruptly ceased.  I opened my eyes with a quick sharpness to find the source of the distressed utterance.  I heard him whisper her name with reverence, ‘Juliet . . . my love, Juliet, you have come at last.’

Chapter Two

My heart was filled with a new terror.  The man and I were no longer alone.  The beautiful Juliet stood beside me.  Though she was not physically present, I could sense through the creature that she too shared the vision of his work.  I could smell her intoxicating scent of cedar wood and mandarin swirl around my consciousness like a breath of fresh air.  It wiped away the putrid smell of death and violence from the frozen atmosphere.

The clergyman’s twisted love for this woman threatened to overwhelm him.  At last he had found her.  After vainly trying for months to psychically link with her mind, he had at last become successful.  I was more than fearful for her.

I felt an affinity with this woman I had never felt with another.  I did not know the reason for it, only the sudden conviction that our destinies were crossed.  If I was to allow any harm to befall this beauty, my own life would be in peril.  My instinct was fierce.  It rose through my ethereal being to scream loudly in my mind as though her presence had provoked it.  I would, without fear, protect her with my life.  Willingly forsaking both my life and all others for the protection of hers alone.  She had, in an instant, unveiled all meaning to my life and its mission.  It was madness.  I did not have any acquaintance with this woman, but I knew, I understood, what I had to do.  I could not ignore this instinct.  It filled me with new found strength and courage.

I could not deny the intensity of the anger I felt when the man reached out to touch Juliet.  To my relief she backed away from him, unencumbered.  Unlike my own, the vision did not restrain her movement.  Her emerald eyes flicked from poor Sophie’s naked, dead body hanging from the rope bound around her wrists, back to the dark, blood-soaked figure of the vampire.  Her face was contorted with shock and grief.  Tears flowed abundantly from her eyes.

‘Juliet . . . I have waited for so long.  Come to me child.’ the man offered.

Her resemblance to Sophie was striking, yet there was an aristocratic bearing to her features that Sophie had not possessed.  Her voice was young; I fancied she was barely eighteen years old.

‘Who are you?  What have you done?  It is blasphemy for you to wear the vestments of the Church.  How can I see you?  I must be dreaming?’  Her voice faded as she considered the idea.

The killer’s eyes looked at her quizzically.  He told her softly, ‘You really don’t know, do you?  You are as innocent as him.’  He turned and pointed at me.

Juliet followed the direction he pointed his finger and rested her eyes upon me.  She appeared startled and confused at my presence.  Her pretty features tightened with further anxiety.  Then she frowned, put her hands to her head, and shook it.

‘No, this isn’t real.  This is a dream, a nightmare.  I will wake in a moment.  Juliet, wake up,’ she told herself loudly.

The murderer laughed, making Juliet jump and stare at him.  He spoke eloquently, ‘I can assure you Juliet, my love . . .’ he gestured at the scene before us.  ‘This is all very real.  You can see this vision because I am in your mind, just as I am in that of Lord Valancourt’s here.  You don’t know who you are or of the great powers of our race.  It is almost amusing.’

‘Our race?’ Juliet whispered to herself, her eyes clouded with confusion.  She shook her head again and glared at him defiantly.  I could not but help admire her courage.  ‘I am human, and I have a heart.  You, sir, are nothing but a monster . . .’

He cut off her speech with the wave of his hand and the snap of his voice.  ‘You try my patience Juliet.  I have much planned for our reunion.’

He started to walk towards her, his vile fingers outstretched to take her hand.  My heart began to pound with fear for her.  I shouted out a fierce warning to him, ‘Do not touch her or so help me I will kill you.’

The man turned to me.  His eyes narrowed.  ‘You will do nothing to me,’ he hissed.

I could barely contain my anger within my tone, despite the danger involved in provoking the monster.  I could not bear it if he touched her.  ‘I told you, I will find a way to kill you.  That I promise you.’ 

‘You will try and fail.’

He reached out for Juliet once more.  She stared fearfully at his long, blackened fingernails.  I called out to her.  ‘Juliet, run.  Do not let him into your thoughts now he has found you.  Do not sleep Juliet.  You must not sleep and dream.  Guard your thoughts.  I will find you and protect you.  You have my word.  Run, please, run and do not stop, you will wake from this vision.’

She stared wildly at me.  Briefly, hesitation got the better of her senses, then she turned and ran as the man sprang forward to catch her.  The killer growled as though he was in tormented pain, but he did not follow her.  I suddenly felt his hand around my throat.

‘You are becoming tiresome, Lord Valancourt.  She may run, but she can never escape.’

For a second I could not breathe as his grip tightened.  I desperately willed myself awake.  For the first time, I was successful in completing the action without the monster’s permission.

I sat up in bed with a jolt.