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Fields of Blood

Flora_Winters

I do not own Goosebumps and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: A young man is forced to move with his father to a little town called Sacrifice in the back hills of Kentucky. There is something in the woods and it walks the fields at night. Language, MM, OC, Violence, WIP
Fields of Blood

Flora_Winters

I do not own Goosebumps and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: A young man is forced to move with his father to a little town called Sacrifice in the back hills of Kentucky. There is something in the woods and it walks the fields at night. Language, MM, OC, Violence, WIP

Prologue

Who will go down to those shady groves?
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year

--Loreena McKennit

He was panting for breath as he ran through the whispering trees with a terrible fear in his racing heart. His side was aching from where he was not used to running for his life. Gnarled black limbs were dancing to the Flute Player’s haunting spell, reaching out to claw him as he scrambled through the darkened grove.

It was coming for him in the slithering mists that hissed all around him like a million venomous serpents. The smell of fresh apple blossoms was overwhelming and he could hear the heavy footsteps. They were like thunder in his ears. The frightening tune was getting closer and it sang of no escape. It was going to get him. It was going to fucking get him!

How could his parents do this to him? He was their son. He was their fucking son! He hated them. He fucking hated them! He hoped they suffered terribly for this.

His breath was coming out in gasps as he stumbled and fell to his knees with a thud. It hurt like hell. That was when he suddenly noticed that everything was silently still. His hazel eyes were wide with panic and he froze when a large hand closed around the back of his neck, lifting him off his bare feet.

He screamed in agony as those razor sharp talons dug into his tender flesh. He screamed curses at his parents as his virgin blood watered the ground with crimson splendor under the dancing tree limbs. His cries fell silent and still the flute played on under the full silver moon in the velvet sky.

~*~

Ashley Campbell rolled his lime green eyes and looked out his open window. The wind was blowing through his wild yellow locks as he gazed at the passing McDonalds and the Food Center. There was a Pizza Hut and a Rite Aid as well. Oh, they even had a Dollar Store. Well, wasn’t that nice. Where the fuck was the malls and the arcades? So, this was Sacrifice?

He didn’t like the sign at all. It was really spooky looking. There had been a scarecrow on the front, holding a crescent shaped sickle to a stalk of frightened looking corn.

“Don’t do this, Ash,” his father, David Campbell pleaded. “You know I hate it when you get like this.”

Oh, but he had already done it. He was giving his dentist daddy his infamous silent treatment. It was the least he deserved for destroying his life. How the hell could he do this to him? How could he make him give up his life like this? Give up his friends? It wasn’t fair!

“This will be good for you,” his father said, turning down the radio. Some stupid country song was playing. He hated country music. “You will thank me for this someday, son.”

He bit the inside of his jaw. Yeah, that’ll be the day. Jesus would more likely come galloping in on a solid white unicorn that was farting rainbows out its sparkling ass before he’d ever thank his dad for uprooting him to move to some Podunk little town called Sacrifice, Kentucky. That was complete and utter horseshit. No, it really was. He could smell it, because it was all over the road.

“Why do you do this?” David asked him, turning the radio completely off then. “You’re just like your mother. I swear you’re her up and down, you know that?”

Ashley continued to ignore him. Yes, he was just like his mother, and he was damn proud of it, too. She had been awesome. There was no other word to describe his mom. Kate Campbell had been beautiful, done whatever she wanted, and damned anybody who dared to stand in her way. It was devastating to think that something like a car crash could take her away.

“We didn’t need to keep that big house,” his father said, keeping his eyes straight ahead on the winding road. Why couldn’t they just build these damn things straight? Ever since his mother’s fatal car crash, his dad had become such a cautious driver. He even refused him to get his permit. He wouldn’t be allowed to get it until he was eighteen and that was two years away. It really pissed him off. “And…”

“And what,” Ashley asked. His voice was so sharp it could cut like a knife. Another trait he had gotten from his mother. “Keep me away from boys? Is there no boys here in Kentucky, dad?”

“That’s not what I was going to say,” David said, keeping his voice calm. Ashley could tell he was struggling in doing so. “You know I don’t mind you being…different. That boy just wasn’t healthy for you.”

Ashley kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to start a fight. They were leaving the town and the road was starting to get curvy, and he didn’t want to wind upside down in a ditch because the voices were telling him to grab the wheel and give it a good jerk.

It was typical. He knew his father had hated Lindsey. Just because the jock loved to smoke a little weed, did not make him a bad person.

“You know I’m right,” David said, elbowing him in the shoulder. “That boy never respected you. He never bought you flowers or chocolates for Valentines Day.”

Ashley grinded his teeth and instantly stopped. His dad had spent years perfecting his mouth. He wasn’t about to fuckup four thousand dollars worth of pain.

“Not that you would have eaten the chocolate,” his dad chuckled. “But it would be the thought that counts.”

“I thought you hated your family,” Ashley said, still not looking at him. “Isn’t that why you left all those years ago?”

He knew his father hated his family. He had overhead him and his mother talking about it one night, long ago. He had been nine at the time. He had always wondered why he never got to meet his daddy’s parents.

They drove in silence for ten minutes. They drove up and down two winding hills, passing a gate factory. It was really in the middle of nowhere, too. He could see older looking men, sitting on the beds of their trucks, eating what looked to be sandwiches.

“I don’t hate my family,” David said, slowing down, turning onto the road their new house was on. It was called Apple Fork Road. That was just stupid. What the hell kind of name was that? “We just had our differences, like most American families.”

Ashley rolled his eyes again. That was such a typical answer. What differences? All he knew was that his dad’s family was farmers.

“Why are we really here, dad?” Ashley asked him, turning to look at him this time. “I know you didn’t just pack up both our lives because you didn’t approve of my dating Lindsey.”

“It’s my dad,” he said, adjusting his rearview mirror for the fifth time since they entered Kentucky. The first thing Ashley had smelled was a skunk. “Your grandfather is dying from cancer.”

Ashley just looked at him. His dad had not seen his father in sixteen years. Hell, he had never even met the old man. He knew nothing about his dad’s family.

The road had a creek to the left and bluffs to the right. It was lined with dense trees. They passed some boys his age on bikes. They were wearing denim trousers with suspenders, and broadcloth long-sleeve shirts. It was the kind of clothes he wouldn’t be caught dead in.

Oh, this was perfect. They lived with the Amish. This was so going to be fun. That was when his eyes widened and he wanted to kill everything in his line of sight.

“You had better tell me that you’re not Amish right now!” He hissed, turning around in his seat to see the boys waving. “You better tell me right now!”

His dad was silent and he turned to see him biting his bottom lip.

“If you honestly think I’m going to give up television, anime, video-games, cell phone, electric, hot water, internet, eyeliner, and my music collection, you are sorely mistaken!” He yelled, sitting up straight in his seat. If he had been a cat, his hair would have been sticking up all over the place. His eyes widened when he saw a black horse and buggy pull into a carpentry shop. “I am so not dressing like that either!”

“Calm down, Ash,” David said, putting a finger in his right ear. “You might enjoy the simple life. You should give it a try. Paris Hilton did.”

“I’d rather eat dirt and don’t you dare compare me to that moron! She gives us true blondes a bad name!” He yelled, looking away from him. He had never seen so many fields of corn and greenhouses in all his life. These people sure did love their nature.

“Hush,” his dad said. “It wouldn’t hurt you to be a little open-minded, Ash.”

“I’m gay, dad!” He snapped, fighting not to bite through his seatbelt just to show how pissed off he was. “I’m about as open-minded as they come. But, these people…these people are about as open minded as Jews believing Jesus is the Messiah.”

His dad said something, but he ignored him. What was with all the creeping looking scarecrows? They were all over the place. He knew they scared crows away, but really, did they have to be so spooky looking?

They past a few more guys on bikes and he looked. They weren’t half bad looking either. Hell, they were downright handsome. They birthed them nicely here in Kentucky. Hmm, if only they didn’t have to wear those stupid suspenders.

“That’s it,” his dad said, pointing off the road. “The place I grew up till I turned eighteen.”

He looked at the big stone house and thanked all the angels in Heaven. There was a satellite dish on the side of the roof, and four nice cars parked in the driveway. It was even blacktopped. The house had a garden at the side and a greenhouse on the other.

His dad pulled into the gravel drive and Ashley could see three young kids playing in the yard. There were two girls and one boy. He looked to be the oldest. He didn’t like kids. No, not one little bit. They were loud, mean, and selfish…just like him. He could instantly tell they were not going to get along at all.

“Here we are,” his dad said, putting the van in park.

“You did that on purpose,” he snarled at him.

“I just thought I’d have a little fun with you,” his dad smiled, ruffling his curly mane. “I want you to please try and be on your best behavior. I don’t want you saying anything mean, smart, crazy, or out of order.”

“Are they even going to let you in the house?” Ashley asked, sticking his tongue out at the brats that were looking over at them. “You did leave…”

“It’s 2009, Ash,” his dad said, taking off his seatbelt. “Not 1888.”

“Yeah,” Ashley said, doing the same. “And the worlds not changed.”

“We have a black president now,” David told him. “That’s something.”

“Yeah,” Ashley said, making faces at the kids that were now making faces back at him. “I’m still not convinced.”

“Why are you so jaded? Come on, get out,” he said, opening up his door, getting out. “We don’t want to keep them waiting.”

“Waiting?” Ashley asked, ignoring the jaded comment, taking out his chap-stick and began putting on the strawberry goodness. “You mean they’re expecting us?”

“My father is dying, Ash,” he said, leading the way up to the wooden wrap around porch. “I’ve come home to confess my wrongdoings.”

Ashley cocked a brow. “What are you talking about?”

“David?” A woman’s soft voice asked. Both turned and Ashley saw a lithe looking woman with really long brown hair and a kind looking face. She was free of makeup and looked naturally pretty. She was standing in the shade of a tall oak in the yard, telling the kids to go play out back.

“Sarah,” his father said, smiling at her. “I see these past sixteen years have been kind to you.”

“Has it been that long?” She asked, unfolding her arms. She was a tiny little thing.

David nodded. “This is my son, Ashley.”

Ashley gave her his best happy smile that usually made boys do whatever he wanted. She smiled back and he instantly didn’t like her. Her face was a mask. She seemed like a real bitch.

“He looks like her,” she said, and Ashley caught the emphasis she used for his mother. That did not please him at all. Who the hell was this bitch and why was his dad not telling her to suck it? “I am sorry for your loss, brother,” she said, turning away from him, following after the kids. “I can’t say the same for father.”

Ashley watched her vanish and then looked at his dad. “Brother?”

“That was your Aunt Sarah,” he said, leading him up the wooden steps to the big glass door. “She is the oldest. She is married and had seven kids. They are all your age and older.”

“Wow,” Ashley said, watching him knock on the glass door. “I think I’d be a real bitch to if I had to pop out seven brats.”

“Watch your mouth,” David warned, putting a hand over it. “You don’t use that kind of language here in front of these people, Ash.”

“Oh, so I’m going to have to change myself in order to fit in with these freaks that probably aren’t even educated past the eighth grade,” he said, wishing he could just snatch the keys and drive the fuck away as fast as he could.

“If you want to fit in here, yes,” his dad told him matter of fact. “We will be in these people’s lives for some time and I want you to get along with them as best you can. Do what you do best, act.”

A woman appeared in the doorway and she had the whitest hair Ashley had ever seen. She had it styled in a bun on top of her head. Her skin was like warm amber with just a few lines around the eyes and mouth. Was this his grandmother? Damn, she was beautiful.

“Hello, Mother,” David said, when she opened the glass door to greet them.

She didn’t say one word. She took one look at Ashley and just left the door standing wide open.

“Well, she’s nice,” Ashley snorted sarcastically. “I wonder if she baked cookies.”

“Go wait in the car,” his dad said. “There might be words.”

“Oh,” Ashley whined. “But I want to hear.”

“Just do it,” his dad said, walking through the door, closing it behind him.

Ashley rolled his eyes and turned away from the door. He reached into his pocket as he walked back to the van, pulling out his pack of cigarettes. He needed a smoke.

“Hey,” a deep voice said, causing him to look at the old oak tree. There was nobody there. Had he imagined it? He shook his head and kept walking towards the van. “Are you deaf?” The masculine voice asked again, causing him to spin around. That was when he saw a guy drop down out of the tree, landing on bare feet.

He just stood there. They guy was beyond handsome. How the hell had he gotten up there? Was he part monkey? “Can I have one of those?” The guy asked.

“Um, sure,” he said, walking over to him under the shade. “Here you go.”

The guy was simply gorgeous. He looked his age, and damn he was tall. His skin was bronzed golden from the sun, and his hair was the color of straw. It was long and his eyes were bluer than cornflowers. Ashley was completely mesmerized by his high cheek bones and strong jaw. His arms were muscular and he could smell a six pack under that red flannel shit.

“Thanks,” the guy said, smiling with white teeth. It made him feel weak in the knees. “I’ve been craving one of these for hours.”

Ashley laughed, handing him the bright orange lighter. His hands were huge. “I’m Ashley, Ashley Campbell.”

The blue-eyed hunk cocked a yellow brow and then nodded as he lit his smoke. “Jonas Bachman.”

“Are we related?” Ashley asked, hoping to god they weren’t.

“No,” Jonas said, taking a big puff, smiling radiantly with such full lips. “I’m just the Campbell’s yard boy, and I’ve never seen you around here.”

Ashley looked at his clothes. He saw the suspenders dangling around his legs. “Are you Amish?”

Jonas nodded. “Yes.”

“Should you be talking to me?” He asked, lighting his own cigarette, taking a much needed drag. “And should you be smoking that, too?”

“I can pretty much do what I want,” Jonas said, taking a look around the yard. “I’m not eighteen yet.”

“Eighteen?” Ashley asked, wondering what he was looking out for.

“I get to do whatever I want until then,” he said, taking another puff.

Ashley nodded, understanding a little. “When do you turn eighteen?”

“Three months from now,” he said.

“Ah,” Ashley smiled. “So, do you get baptized or something?”

Jonas looked directly into his eyes. “You could…say that.”

Ashley caught an air of mystery in his voice. It was the way his Aunt Sarah had spoken. It was the way he had said it. There had been a dark undertone.

“Well,” Ashley said, turning from him. “Be careful and don’t let them hold you under too long.”

Jonas laughed from behind him. “I’ll do that, Ashley.”

The way Jonas had just said his name caused his knees to buckle under him. He slowly turned around, but the blond was no longer there. He looked, but all he found was a smoking cigarette butt. Well, at least he hadn’t day dreamed the sexy stud into existence.

He got back in the van and sat down. Why had Jonas said his name like that? It was spooky in a sexy kind of way. Oh, get off it! He’s Amish and probably engaged to some chick who will be birthing his babies the moment the weddings over.

“Ashley!” His dad yelled from the porch. He opened his eyes, seeing him standing there. “Come inside. Your family would like to meet you.”

He hissed like a venomous viper. He wished he had a rattler like a rattlesnake. That way he could show just how upset he was. He had to leave Philadelphia for Sacrifice?
He got out of the van, slammed the door shut, and walked past the scarecrow he hadn’t even noticed before. Damn, it was ugly.

“What’s that look on your face?” David asked him as he walked him inside.

“I think I might have found myself an Amish boyfriend, daddy,” he whispered, smirking.

David sighed. “Only you…”

Ashley snorted. “I love you to, daddy.”

The door closed behind him with a sharp bang.

To Be Continued

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