September 21, 1413 - Wiltshire

     I will be leaving England soon. Only a few more months and I will have control of my cravings enough to travel. I am ready too, ready to be rid of the memories this land holds for me. I rub my fingers over the cold rocks as I walk along one of the only places I will miss here. I once thought Stonehenge was a mystery like some many other humans but now I know better. The circle of stones hides its real use from the unsuspecting, keeping its deadly secrets.

     Designed by the vampires, it was used as a trap. Once vampires would drag an injured werewolf here, let him whine and howl in pain, luring the pack. Then when they rushed into the circle, vampires would close in on them, tear the limbs from their bodies, spill their blood across the grass, and bury the bodies under the night sky. As I move through the dark, part of me, a big part, wishes we still used this trap and that I could orchestrate it.