Alejandro: Chapter 1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
The ghost of a seven year old Spanish tourist haunts an old abandoned town under the current one, luring children to his new world with a Spanish Lullaby. When Bea, one of his victimns, returns to the area in 1991 will she finally speak up,and reveal everything? Along with her new friend, Bea unravels an ancient secret, but will they be quick enough to prevent another child disappearing. For ever?

Submitted: July 09, 2008

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Submitted: July 09, 2008



Chapter 1:
He picked his way around the rubble, past the remains of a few long abandoned, derelict houses, stumbling slightly on a few loose stones, eager to get outside. Scrambling out of the hidden mine shaft he scaled the nearest tree - like it was what he was born do - and settled on a tree branch high up above, his thin, pale body easily obscured by the leaves. Silenty watching the commotion on the ground, a knowing smirk forming on his face. They would never find her.

The police, investigators and some local public were looking for one small six year old girl, in over 100 square meters of dense bushland littered with rabbit holes, abandoned, open mine shafts and a river running right through the forest, which eventually ended up in a lake 5km out of town. Amie Traunce had gone missing from the local Picnic spot at around midday that day, she was wearing blue tights, a lilac T-shirt, a blue jumper and red sneakers. Her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair was in a single plait.

She was the fourth child to go missing that week. The twenty fifth in the past decade. Out of all those children only one had come home.

Alejandro shifted on his tree branch and knew that Amie had broken two rules today. One was an old song which children used to sing -
My mother said I never should; play with the gypsies in the wood,
If I did she would say, naughty girl to disobey
There weren’t any gypsies in this wood as far he knew, but there were other things, and so gypsies were the least of your problems. The second was a common thing mothers say to their children –
‘Never take candy from strangers’
Or anything else for that matter. Alejandro shivered slightly in the cool afternoon breeze, not that it bothered him anymore. He had long gotten used to the harsh elements around wintertime. Suddenly the hairs of the back of his long neck prickled, and he felt a familiar presence. One that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Looking up, he smiled as he saw her there, standing at the edge of Old Man’s Forest. Yes, it was really her. She was small and thin for her age, with pale skin, cheeks rosy in the bitter July wind. He long, black hair hanging limply around her face.  He hesitated for a moment, would she remember him? Yes. It had only be four years since the day he let her go back home.
Would she tell? No. He’d made sure of that, plus no-one had heard her speak since that cold, rainy Saturday in September 1987 when we walked into the police station, five years after she went missing in 1982. She was thirteen now.
 A wave of guilt and regret washed over Alejandro. He had stolen the child when she was only four. Killed her parents two years later, and reluctantly sent her back home five years after he had taken her. He shook his head furiously, cursing at himself for letting his emotions take over him. When he looked up again he saw her eyes watching him, reliving every moment of those five years she had spent with him, and when a young police officer walked up to her, dropped her eyes back to the ground.
“Hello, miss.” He said in a thick English accent. ‘What’s your name?” the police asked, squatting down so he wouldn’t frighten her, wondering whether he should get Captain, as Captain had three little ones of his own at home, when a pair of legs appeared behind the little girl. Standing up, he faced a tall, young strapping lad with a messy mop of black hair and startling blue eyes.
“Mornin’ Officer.” The lad exclaimed wearily with a thin smile barely visible on his face, placing a hand on the child’s shoulder. “Fritz “he added jerking out a large, freckled hand.
‘Officer Ian Montmoore.” Ian replied quickly and before he could say anything more Fritz was already making his way back to the orphanage with Bea.
Alejandro sighed and scrambled down the tree. Daylight was fading quickly, though they wouldn’t stop the search just because it was almost dark. He found his way over to the mine shaft and slid down, thinking about the children he was going to have to feed tonight, now including his newest guest. Six year old Amie Traunce.

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