TwelveShetland
Katherine Bathurst stood on the stoop of her uncle's farmhouse looking out to sea. Her long brown hair was tied back in a pony, keeping it in place as the strong winds battered the peninsula. The spit of land, Shetland had been her home for a short time. It was named Shetland after her great grandfather, a man called George had lived out his days there with his family. He was from a far-off land called Scotland. Katherine knew his story well. She had heard countless times how a young George had been snatched from his world by a vampire, bringing him to her land. He'd escaped them though, making this spit of land on which she now stood his home. She'd arrived almost a moon's cycle before. Fleeing from another plane. A world full of evil and despair. Her uncle, Wilf had sheph
