Chapter 2

Chapter Two

B yron carried the heavy gargoyle onto his porch. He had a brick home, and the gargoyle would look great on top of the building. When he saw one in an antique store, he couldn’t resist having it for himself.

When the weekend came, he would get the ladder out to put it on his rooftop.

Once he settled in, he plopped down a beer. Several beers later, he couldn’t keep his eyes open no matter how hard he tried. He heard footsteps, but it didn’t matter to him. He was sure it was just the television. Silence soon surrounded him, and soon he was in a wooded forest.

“Come with me,” a soft, feminine voice called from behind.

He turned to look at her and was stunned. Her features were tender, gentle, and kind. She held her hand out. Her long bronze hair blew lightly in the slight breeze. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t place her. Her eyes bewitched him with their amber color.

“Who are you?”

“Angela. Now come.” She waved her fingers at him.

“Byron,” he said simply. He slipped his hand in hers. He let her lead him away from the small grove he had found himself in.

They had barely traveled a few feet when they found themselves surrounded by two figures.