“Grey was lightning, Vivi was thunder, and I was the sea in a tempest.”Īnd they all have a special ability to make other people do what they want them to do. It left all three of them white-haired, black-eyed, and insatiably hungry. They have been… ever since that thing that happened to them when Iris was seven. Iris and her two sisters, Grey and Vivi, are strange. I wonder if Grey already knew then what we were.“Dark, dangerous things happened around the Hollow sisters.” stopped.īy the time the police arrived, the woman’s eyes were wide and faraway, her limbs so liquid she could no longer stand and had to be carried out, limp as a drunk, by three officers.

The woman shuddered beneath greys touch and then just. I wanted to peel the skin from her body and wear it draped over mine. She was fourteen then, and already the most beautiful creature I could imagine.

My sister eyes were so black, they looked like polished river stones. Grey pulled back and held the woman’s head in her hands, and then watched her, intently, waiting. It was a soft kiss right out of a fairy tale, made gruesome by the fact that the woman’s chin was slick with our mother’s blood.įor a moment the air smelled sweet and wrong, a mixture of honey and something else, something rotten. When she thought my mother wasn’t looking, she bent low over the wild woman’s face and pressed her lips against her mouth. It was Grey, my eldest sister, who finally subdued her. She headbutted my middle sister, Vivi, so hard in the face that her nose was crushed and both of her eye sockets were bruised for weeks. The woman was rough and rabid, thrashing against the three of them with a strength we’d later learn was fueled by amphetamines. It was only when she opened my door – bound for the bedrooms of my older sisters, with the scissors still held at her side – that I finally screamed. I watched as she bent over me and ran a fingertip along the hook shaped scar at the base of my throat. I watched as she put it on her tongue and closed her mouth and savoured the taste for a few moments before swallowing. I watched as she held the curl of my hair to her nose and inhaled. I was awake the whole time, tracking her in the dark, so frozen by fear that I couldn’t move, couldn’t scream. Around midnight, a woman dressed in white slipped through my bedroom window and cut off a lock of my hair with sewing scissors. I was ten years old the first time I realised I was strange.

House of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland