Demon Rock by Stephen Derrian Read Free Book Online

outer gate of the wall, one of the guards from the wall looked directly at me. A moment of fear crept over me, had I been spotted? What had I done wrong? Perhaps Shadow doesn't even patrol the outside and so my behaviour seems suspicious. The guard on the wall however simply gave me a nod of acknowledgement before continuing to walk around the raised platform. I steadied myself, controlled my breathing and continued towards the main gates. Once I was passed the gate I tried as best I could to recall the path we had taken from the boat. I was fairly confident I was on the right path. The light house jutted out from the ground in the distance to my left, its purpose still unknown to me. Once I was out of the prisons sightline I broke into a jog and found myself running through the thick shrubbery until eventually landing at the dock.
     
    The dock was deserted. It was an old rotted wooden dock large enough to accommodate the one boat. The dock was about two metres wide and jutted out from the land into the dark sea like an unwanted appendage. There was no boat! To the left of the dock was a small wooden cabin which I proceeded towards. I approached the door, there were no lights on inside the cabin but I moved with caution towards it anyway. Beside the door was a single window which I peered through. The inside of the cabin was completely dark, I could make out a table and a chair and not a lot else. I reached for the door handle and entered. I felt about as my eyes adjusted to the darkness and found a candle on the desk beside which sat a box of matches. I struck up a match and lit the candle, lighting up the otherwise dark room. On the table was a clip board with names, prisoner numbers and dates. I picked it up and examined it closely. From what I could tell it was the boat's manifest. The next set of new inmates were due to arrive in two night’s time. The boat would not be there until then. I cursed. I had to stay on this dreaded island for another forty eight hours, another four disgusting meals. But then a bigger worry came over me, the Master. He was coming for me. I was marked for death by the vampire's greatest hunter. Two days of not knowing when the attack would come. I swallowed hard and tried to put it to the back of my mind and to try and think logically about the next step of the plan. My job in my previous life had allowed me to become a logical thinker and I knew there was nothing I could do to speed up the arrival of the boat. It would be suicide to swim. I had to think of a way to protect myself from the Master and survive until the boat arrived. With these thoughts I began to head back to the prison, to the cell. We would give the guard his clothes back and send him on his way where he would recall nothing of the last two hours that was out of the norm. I thought of my wife as I strode back up towards the prison. As I did I caught my reflection in a puddle of rain water. I saw the face of the man who had killed her, who had taken my love from me. I stomped my foot angrily into the puddle sending waves of ripples out from the centre of my boot. The man killed my wife and there I was wearing his face. The thought sickened me but I would get my revenge. Now I had two days to get my vengeance before escaping.  
     

Warlock took the news better than expected when I told him we would need to wait two more days before our escape. Up until earlier today he never even dreamt of escaping or another life on the outside so this shouldn't have surprised me. The guard as expected had no recollection of the previous two hours and resumed his patrol. I put on my prison overalls and lay on my bed. 
     
    "Two days."
    "Yeah…" I replied. "If I can survive two days; you said it yourself, the Master is coming for me."
    "You'll think of something. Why don't you sneak out again and change their dosages, keep them weaker than normal."
    "No, I wouldn't know the correct dosage, I could end up killing