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Everdark (a story by me!!!) whoo! Chapter 2 added! |
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Preface
Alone. My word. A word that meant what I was. Everything seemed to be repelled by my presence. I live in a world of aloneness, trapped in a cage I set for myself. I sit alone always, I walk alone. Do I need anyone? No. Surviving on myself is quite easy, because, truly, I'm never alone. I have a demon,a demon of water, lingering in the darkest, most hollow place in my soul.
It's not my fault that happened to me, it's all thanks to my father. He trapped this monster inside of me and killed my mother doing it. I don't care, I say it made me stronger. I don't depend on the demon's powers for strength, I use it as a threat. Humans, always, fear for their lives. Vampires, werewolves, and witches are harder to intimidate, but soon after meeting me they get a taste of my power.
I am Venmoria, and this is my story.
Chapter.1 The New Guy
On days where the sun is high and there are no clouds I find myself hating the day. I've never been a fan of clear days where the sun just glares at you with hateful eyes, causing you to drown in your own sweat if you run around too much. Actually I despise them.
I sat alone under a maple tree, hiding from the sun's evil glares. Being only a child, I attend school, which seems pointless to me. I watch the other children and young teens, run around the school yard with their friends. I find no need for friendship, they would just slow me down on the way to the top.
Sometimes one or two pairs of eyes fall upon me, but they quickly turn away. They know, instinctively, to stay away, for their own life's sake.
When you first look at me you see a young woman of sixteen. I look no different from any other human. I have my own look, raven black hair and dark brown eyes. My eyes reflect my empty feeling, and my hate of the world. They also say don't mess with me. The dark shadows that surround my empty eyes, show my inability to sleep. That doesn't mean I sit and stare at the black void of my room. I wander alone, as always, and look for something or someone to taunt.
The school bell rang and I stood and walked to the door, my head held high. All humans, even the popular ones, keep their eyes from wandering too close to me. They always have and they always will.
They students walked back into the air conditioned hall ways of the school, and to their lockers or hooks. I unlocked my locker and swung the door open, almost hitting the girl beside me. Her aura was is so easy to feel, she is so filled up with herself that even her friends are swallowed up in her. I grabbed my books and shuffled to my next class. Boring, old geography. Who cares about how the world looks, everyone knows it's round and has water and if you get to an ocean you know not to keep going or you'll drown.
“Venmoria?” the teacher called. I raised my cold eyes from the desk and gave her a hard stare.
“Yes?” I hissed in response. She looked terrified as I looked at her, but if she didn't teach she didn't get payed. She hesitated for a moment.
“What's a push factor for immigration?” she asked looking down at the paper, escaping my frozen eyes.
“War.” I said sternly. She didn't bother to tell me if it was right or not. She moved on to the next question. My eyes drifted back to my desk. In the middle of my desk was a sheet of paper with the answers in neat writing on it.
I sit at the back of the class room beside Tristan, the popular girl. She doesn't acknowledge my existence, and I like it that way. But someday I'm going to wipe that annoying “I'm better than everyone,” smile off her face and I'm going to dye that golden hair green. I like to annoy her by putting my sheets on her desk, and sometimes, when she's not paying attention, I make it look like she wet herself. Just because I have powers, that I dislike, doesn't mean I can't toy with someone using them. It's quite funny really.
When the class was over I made my way to the gym. Gym has to be my least favourite subject, because playing team sports, and winning, is hard when your teammates are afraid of you.
Today we were playing dodge ball. Tristan and Kaylee scanned the line of grade elevens. Kaylee's light green eyes stayed on me for only a middle second. I knew none of them would choose me, until the end. That's just how it went. Students drifted over to the side their new teammates were on.
I stood there alone while many eyes stayed on me. I shrugged and walked over to Kaylee's team. They backed away as I approached.
My hands tingled with hunger for the feeling of the dodge ball in my hand. I was the best player in the class, but I was the freak, the loner and no one wants to be on their team.
The game started and everyone began laughing and screaming when balls flew at them. I stood at the side with my hands in my pockets, no one dared to throw a ball at me.
The rest of the day passed slowly, as everyday before it had, and everyday after it would.
The walk home was a horror. The sun was trying to kill me, it was practically over head. Living in Orlando, Florida was not a good idea.
“So, how's life with the humans?” asked Britina, a dark skinned and ebony haired witch. She was the closest thing to a friend I had, but we weren't that close.
“Better than life cramped up in this dump.” I responded almost rudely as we walked up the front steps and into Britina's house. Britina's mother had “adopted” me, only for protection though.
I was a legend in the world of vampires, werewolves and witches. Anyone who dared to mess with me, Britina or her mom probably ended up dead or close.
“Oh look, it's Venmoria. Queen of the humans!” Luna, my adopted sister, announced opening the door for us. She had long red hair, black eyes and snow white skin that showed her what she truly was. A vampire. Luna and Britina were the same age, in human years at least, they were both sixteen like I am.
I sighed and rolled my eyes as I passed her. “Don't you have a coffin to crawl into.” I sneered.
“Don't you have a human to hug?” Luna asked, her black eyes catching mine in a death grip.
I did the only thing a normal sister would do, I slapped her hard across the face. I just wanted her to shut up about me getting an education. “Okay!” I yelled at her. Britina and her mom, Lucia, came into the room when they heard the ruckus. “Shut up about me going to a human school. And hey! I'm human myself except that there's a blood thirsty demon waiting to eat you alive inside me!” We had this fight almost everyday, and usually I won.
Luna put her hand to her cheek. I knew the slap didn't hurt her, but she could act. Luna let out a roar, exposing her long, pointed fangs. Her black eyes held me in place.
Lucia rushed into the middle of the fight. “Girls,” she said in a motherly voice, “calm down. You're acting like wild animals.”
Luna pushed Lucia out of the way, with enough force to send her tumbling onto the ground. Britina went to help her mother, keeping a watchful eye on us.
Luna lunged, tackling me onto the floor. Her mind had broken through my barrier and had firm control over my actions. I was struggling to regain control.
Luna pulled the back of my head, exposing my throat. I knew this fight was going way too far. Luna leaned her head down and pressed her lips to my neck. Even though I was helpless, the element of water was at my side. A thin layer of ice froze over my neck as Luna bit down. To her it was like biting into ice cream. She let out a screech and raised her head, putting all defenses down and letting go of her grasp on my mind.
It was my turn to fight back. I pushed my hands against her torso and water exploded out of them shooting Luna across the room. She fell onto the kitchen table, spilling the salt and pepper shakers. “I thought you would have learned by now that you cannot beat me!” I screamed at her.
Lucia, standing again, helped Luna off the table. “That's enough from you two.” she said sternly. “Now Luna, go back to your room and prepare for your hunt. Britina and Venmoria, help me with dinner.” Pure motherly orders.
Luna stomped off up stairs to her room in a huff. She was a very sore loser.
The rest of the evening was silent, no one wanted to speak and I wasn't going to break the silence. Luna stayed in her room until the sun had set.
When Lucia and Britina went off to sleep I found no reason to hang out at the house. I crept out of the house silently, as I did every night. I opened the door and slipped out into the night.
The night air was moist and it felt nice. I never enjoyed it though. As soon as I was near the middle of town I ran into Luna. She was happily feeding on some poor helpless female.
“Taste good?” I asked dryly. We were in a dark ally where no one could see us. When she was done she raised her head to glare at me.
“Don't you have somewhere to be?” I leaned against the left wall and shook my head.
“I never have somewhere to be. I'm as free as the water.” I turned around and walked away. Luna would be heading back to the house, so I was free to wander.
As I walked through an empty part of the city I heard footsteps behind me. I sighed, this was the forth time this month some strange, twisted stalker has followed me. Usually I would let him feel some pride then kick his butt. Tonight however I did not feel like wasting my time on another psycho.
I stopped in my tracks, the footsteps went silent. “You know, following me isn't going to do you or me any good.” I said rudely. I could tell he felt no fear, because I looked just like any other thirteen year old girl.
“Come on sweet heart. Come quietly and no one will get hurt.” he said in a voice that made a chill run down my spine.
I chuckled at his comment. “I don't think so.” I said sternly shifting position. This guy was a creep and deserved to get his butt kicked.
“Oh, come on Little Missy. Come back to my place and we can play house. I can be the daddy and you can be the mommy.”
“How about we play C.S.I instead. You can be the victim and I can be the murderer.” I turned around, water flowing up and down my arms. Shock crossed his face but was replaced be a smirk.
“I've heard about you... Venmoria. You're quite dangerous, that's why I came to make a deal with you.”
“I don't make deals with worms.” I answered sourly.
“I didn't say you had a choice.” he said calmly. Then he spread a pare of black, bat like wings. I stood dumb struck at what I thought was a human. He flapped his wings, took flight, scooped me off my feet and carried me away.
I drenched him in freezing cold water but he didn't let go. He held me to his chest like a doll. I could do nothing. If I jumped I would die and I didn't even want to think about what he had planned for me.
Suddenly I had an idea. A small river of water flowed from my finger, it was so small he couldn't feel it flowing up his arm, onto his shoulder and onto his wings. I clenched my hand into a fist and the water froze.
His wings became too heavy for him to stay up and we started falling. I held my hands above me and water vapor shot out of my hands, creating two angel wings. I waved at him as he hurtled towards his death.
As soon as I knew it was safe, I landed gracefully on the ground. My wings disappeared as I walked over to the spot the demon had landed.
There was blood everywhere. It was like a water balloon had exploded. I just shuddered and hurried to get home before the sun rose.
Before I was half way home I heard his voice in my head, sexy. I shuddered and kept walking. Come on babe, he said again.
“Leave me alone.” I warned. Where ever he was he was healed enough to use his mind powers against me.
Something hit me hard on the head causing me to fall onto the ground. A gasped for air as my head spun. The lights danced and I slipped into darkness.
When I awoke I could here the wind whistling. I opened my eyes and looked down. “Holy crap!” I yelled twisting trying to get back. I had been tied to a pole that was on the edge of the roof of a tall building. The early morning traffic buzzing around below me.
“Nice view huh?” a said a voice behind me. The sound made me shudder, it was the demon from before.
“Not really.” I said trying to sound brave, but my voice was shaky. I knew it slaughtered the effect.
“Venmoria? The legend of our world, scared?” the demon said, still behind me. This guy was really getting on my nerves, but what could I do?
“Let's get this over with. What do you want?” I sighed.
“I want you,” he started, “to join my team. We could fight against the army win over the government and rule the world!”
“That sounds all fine and dandy,” I said shaking my head, “but... I don't want to join your dumb team. You can carry on with your life and I'll carry on with mine, does that sound okay to you?”
He chuckled, patting me on the shoulder. “I'll give you two options, one: join my team, and two: plunge to your death. Which do you pick?”
I thought for a moment and reviewed my options, which didn't take long. I came to a conclusion. “I'll take my chances with death.” I announced.
The demon sighed and shook his head. He started untying me. He untied everything except me hands. He lead me to the edge of the roof top. “I really hate to do this.” he sighed.
Then he shoved me off the edge.
The wind was rushing all around me as I thought of a way to hit the ground without dying. I felt the fear of dying pulse threw me like venom, I had never felt that way before. I had never had a near death experience. I had to find away not to die, because if I did... no one would miss me... BUT I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!
Plans rushed through my mind at top speed. I had to think of a way to save myself while my hand were tied behind me.
The thought of Spider Man came into thought. That was it! I shot a rope of soft ice out of my hand. It caught into another building and I was flung backwards into it. I grunted when I bashed into the wall.
I slowly lowered myself onto solid ground. I used all my strength to break the rope. I collapsed onto the ground hoping I would never see that demon again.
“Where have you been?!?” Lucia yelled as I walked into the house with my hands in my pockets.
I sighed and told her the truth, “This crazy demon was stalking me, took me hostage, tied me up and flung me off the roof of a building.”
Luna walked into the kitchen waling in laughter. “You. Venmoria captured. That's so funny.”
“Hey I'd like see you save yourself from falling off a roof top.” I said placing my hands on my hips and scowling at her.
“I don't need to,” she smirked, “any injuries I can heal within seconds.”
Lucia cut in, “Luna, it's 7:30 you should be in bed.” Luna opened her mouth to rebuttal but she closed it and walked back upstairs. “Britina!” Lucia called walking over to the foot of the stairs.
A moment later Britina came down to the kitchen with a mop as hair. She yawned and sat down at the kitchen table.
“Venmoria, can you help me boil some water for eggs?” Lucia asked grabbing a pot and setting it on the stove. I nodded and walked over, I shot water out of my finger and into the pot. It was boiling instantly, and eggs appeared in the pot after the water.
The eggs were done within five minutes. Lucia and I sat down with Britina, and ate our eggs. Breakfast was always awkwardly silent. I chewed slowly and silently, not really caring what I was putting in my mouth.
As I ate I thought about the creepy demon that had thrown me off the roof. I never got to see his face, so later I wouldn't be able to tell who he was by looking at him. I knew the voice a little too well, it had scared me the most. It was like a snake was gargling oatmeal. I had never been stalked by a demon before. It was usually sick minded, freaks wanting some action. But, what they didn't know is that it would come to a bitter end.
When I was finished I cleaned my plate and grabbed my backpack. I didn't bother to do my homework, none of my teachers cared what I did.
The walk to school seemed oddly different. There was a presence I was not sure I knew. When I got to the property, I saw a new, scared looking face. He was tall with dark hair and pale skin. He looked to be about my age, but who really cared about “the new guy” anyway. It was just one more person that would avoid me until they graduated. That's what always happened.
As I stepped onto the pavement near where the new boy was standing his eyes flickered to me. For once, they didn't run away from me in an instant, he just stared at me. He was looking strangely at me as I walked by, I knew it was not good.
I turned away from him, trying to escape his odd look, but he reached out and grabbed my arm. “Excuse me,” he said politely. I turned and looked at him with a forced smile. “Could you show me where the office is?”
My whole body froze up, no one had ever asked me anything, let alone even talked to me. I just nodded and motioned for him to follow me. Usually I would have said, “Find it yourself.” but my voice had failed me.
The new guy broke the silence after a few minutes, “Is it nice here at Orlando High?”
I kept my answer short and sweet, “Yep.” I didn't want to make conversation with someone I would, probably, never talk to again. He saw how I didn't want to be bothered so he went silent for a while.
“You know, you're very beautiful.” he muttered blushing. My heart came to a halt and my feet stopped moving. This boy obviously had something wrong with him. Nobody ever called me... ugh... beautiful. He took in my reaction and I knew he regretted saying it. “I'm sorry. I should have just kept my trap shut.”
“It's okay,” I mumbled walking forward to lead him on.
We finally made it to the office just as the bell rang and students shuffled to their first classes. “Well, here we are.” I murmured.
“Thanks,” he said turning to me and holding out his hand. “I'm Zack.” I didn't shake his hand. I turned on my heels and stalked off the other way.
I didn't want anything to do with him. His voice echoed in my head like I ghost, “You're very beautiful.” I shuddered, I pictured in my mind what he was thinking. Boys can be so perverted sometimes.
As I walked down the crowed halls students back up against their lockers to let me threw. The odd person who didn't would be tripped by a sudden puddle of water on the floor. I slammed my locker open and grabbed my books. I turned to walk away and I saw Zack's face. His locker was beside mine. Oh joy, I thought. He seemed really happy to see me, it scared me.
“Hey, I thought that was you.” he said happily. I ignored his comment and walked away like he hadn't spoken. I left him stunned at his locker. I knew I was being cruel, but it was who I was to everyone, and if he didn't stop trying to be my friend I'd have to tell him that.
In Geography I cautiously scanned the crowed of students for Zack; if he was here then I would ditch, if he wasn't then it was safe to enter.
He wasn't there.
I walked in with a not-so-evil glare on my face. Tristan cringed as I sat down, I smirked. I was always happy to see someone cringe at the sight of me.
Then the most terrible thing happened; five minutes later Zack walked in with his books under his arm and a slightly terrified look on his face. I hid my face in my hands, hoping he wouldn't see me. Was he a stalker?
He didn't see me, thank goodness. Class went on as usual, but after class was a different story.
I got up to leave when someone called my name, “Venmoria!” I sighed and turned to face my living hell. Why was he so eager to talk to me? Did someone stick a “I'm nice” sign on my back?
“What do you want?” I hissed through my teeth as Zack approached. Anger was building up inside me.
“I was wondering what your next class was?” he asked sensing my anger and suddenly becoming timid.
“Gym, but what's it to you?” I crossed my arms over my chest. This was going too far.
“Could I walk you to your next class?” he asked staring at his feet. I could see the red tinge in his cheeks.
“Whatever, if that's what you want.” I sighed grabbing my books and walking out of the room with Zack at my side.
As we walked through the halls many people stared in wonder. When we passed a gazing student I shot them a cold glare. Zack didn't mind the students, he still just walked happily beside me.
When we made it to the gym I knew I had to confront him. “Okay Zack. I bet you're a really nice guy and all, but I'm not interested in you.” Zack nodded sadly. A wave of guilt washed over me suddenly, but left quickly. “And you are coming on a bit strong. All I've got to say is that I don't like you that way.” I didn't want to look at his pained face again, so I walked quickly into the gym.
I was extremely glad Zack didn't have this class too, of course I didn't show my happiness.
We were split into two teams to play European Handball. My team voted me goal keeper. Actually I said I was by standing in the goal. My team won, of coarse, because I didn't let a single ball in. No one could see me use my powers if it was water vapor.
I walked slowly and silently to the cafeteria, I secretly hoped that if I didn't make a big deal of my entrance Zack wouldn't notice me. But he did.
I sat down with my tray of food. My table was in the far corner of the room. “The Stalker” Zack casually walked up and placed his tray down. I sighed and looked up at him with a glare that would send anyone running, but not Zack. He just smiled sweetly and placed himself in the chair across from me.
“Haven't you grasped the concept that I don't want you anywhere near me until we graduate.” I snapped at him.
“I understand, I've been alone at all my other schools.” he said in a calm voice. I just shook my head.
“You will never understand.” I growled at him, “You will never understand what it feels like to be tormented daily. You will never understand the feeling I get if I try to fall asleep. You will never understand how it feels to have everyone afraid of you and running away from you everyday because you are different and it's not your fault!”
“But we've got each other,” he said in a soothing voice that didn't calm me down one bit.
I stood with my hands planted firmly on the table. “I don't like you, and I never will, so wrap that around your scrawny, little brain!” I shouted. Suddenly the cap on my water bottle flew off the top, and the bottle tipped over gushing out water. Even after all the original water was gone water was still pouring over the table. I stormed out of the room with many eyes boring into my back.
I ran to the washroom on the second floor that no one uses. I looked at myself in the mirror, the lie that stared me back in the face. I was not beautiful, I was ugly from the inside out. I didn't know how to be beautiful, I would never know.
I rammed my fist into the mirror shattering the image of the girl that was supposed to be me. Blood ran down my knuckles but the wounds healed quickly. One power the water gave me was the ability to heal.
I grew more angry at my inability to be a normal human being. All the taps started running and the toilets over flowed. Water poured out into the halls, I heard a couple screaming girls outside the door.
I knew I had to get out of here before the janitor came to mop it all up. I took in a deep breath and held it as I melted into the floor. I felt like I was floating in water for only a moment then I was on solid floor again. I was standing in an empty classroom.
Water started pouring out of my finger tips and onto the concrete floor. After a minute the water was up to my ankles as I stepped out of the room.
I moved from empty class room to empty class room, filling them with water. I made a cloud of mist cover the hallways and stairs. I heard all the girls who were in the main female washroom scream as the taps came to life by themselves.
Secretly I thanked Zack, because if he hadn't made me so angry I wouldn't have caused the school to go into mayhem.
I walked up to the main floor, many students and teachers were bustling around worried. I gawked at them as they hurried around like headless chickens. Snickering at the helpless school I walked our into the, now, pouring rain
Chapter.2 Friends and Enemies
“You did what?” Lucia demanded after I came home early. She had asked me why I was home so early so I told her the truth.
“I just caused a little mayhem, that's all no big deal.” I sighed. Lucia didn't dare to confront me any longer for fear of her life.
I wandered up to my room. It had dark walls and a dark floor. It didn't have a bed but it did have a couch and a TV. I flopped down onto the couch and flipped through the TV channels. Nothing good was on so I flipped the TV off.
I slipped off the couch and onto the floor. I stared at the ceiling trying to make pictures out of the patterns in it. All I saw was his face. I looked away but the image remained in my mind. I blinked a couple times and looked again, but again all I saw was his face. “Damn it!” I screamed standing up, grabbed my black leather jacket and storming out of my room. I walked down the stairs with my blood boiling. “I'm going out.” I said to Lucia as I stalked through the kitchen and out the door.
There were still a few clouds from my out burst this afternoon. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jacket and stalked off towards the middle of the city. The sun had started to set by the time I had gotten to where I wanted to be.
It was a small café named Café Norman. Norman Bedford was the original owner and he was a vampire. During the day the café is open to everyone over the age of 15, at night you must have proof of supernaturalness. The room was dimly lit and slow jazz music was coming quietly from the speakers. I had been here many times before since I turned 16. I sat at my usual seat in the back corner and watched the humans and vampires mingle. The humans didn't know what the vampires were, they just thought they were regular people.
I scanned the crowd, seeing some new and familiar faces. “Is this seat taken?” a male voice asked me. I turned my head slightly and looked up at a very good looking boy about my age standing behind the chair across from me. I nodded shyly and he sat down with a wide smile spread across his face. “My name is Benvolio.” he said putting out his hand in a friendly gesture. I shook it just to be friendly but secretly I didn't want to touch him.
“Isn't Benvolio the name of a character in Romeo and Juliet?” I almost gagged saying the plays name. The romance in the play made me puke.
“Yeah,” he sighed, “My parents loved that play.”
“Loved?”
“My parents are dead.” I gasped surprised but I didn't care, “It's okay it was a long time ago.”
“I'm sorry about that. But it's good to know I'm not the only one in this cramped city who knows how I feel.”
Benvolio chuckled and leaned in closer to me. “Does anyone in this world really know how we feel? Venmoria.” Benvolio knowing my name was not a surprise, it just let me know that he was not human. But that was the least of my worries.
“Shush!” I hissed reaching across the table and cupping my hand over his mouth. “If they find out who I am they'll start to swarm.” He chuckled as I pulled my hand away frowning at him. “It's not funny.” I said crossing my arms across my chest, “I was stalked last night by a demon who wanted me to join his gang, and he flung me off a roof of a sky scraper when I said no. It was not fun.”
Benvolio broke out into laughter. It was not that funny, yes, having someone flung off a roof is fun to watch, but not when it's you. “So,” I started trying to ignore his laughter, “Are you some kind of demon?” I asked blankly showing no interest but still wondering.
“Something like that.” he said smirking. I sighed quietly, it was getting a little out of the 'just met' zone.
I heard a loud crash as the door swung open and hit the wall behind it. “Where is she?” the male demon shouted. In a second a recognized that voice, it was the demon from last night. I knew it was best to get out of here right this second, but his eyes caught mine and it was too late. “You.” he said storming over, “I thought I killed you!”
I stood up and put my hands on my hips. “I guess you thought wrong.” my rude tone rang out as the words were spoken. I glanced quickly at Benvolio, he looked slightly worried about this huge, ugly demon.
He was very big, like a wrestler but still weak. He had dirty blond hair that stood out in many askew spikes. His nose was the biggest feature on him. Secretly I was laughing inside, but outside I was cautious.
“I guess now I'll have to do the job myself.” he muttered grabbing me and throwing me across the room. I didn't even have to think, water surrounded me right before I hit the floor. Without a scratch I stood, my anger reaching dangerous levels.
“You picked the wrong person to mess with!” I shouted as many bodies turned to watch our combat. I was pretty sure they were all demons or vampires because none of them left. I pushed my hands out in front of me and a blast of icy water burst from them, flinging the demon back against the wall. I heard a sickening snap as his shoulder hit the wall hard, but I didn't care one bit. Benvolio stepped in front of me as I approached holding out his hands to stop me.
“Okay, I think this has gone far enough.” he said, his voice shaking with fear. I guessed he'd never seen me in action.
“It's never going to end until one of us dies, and it's going to be him!” I pushed Benvolio out of the way and stepped up to the demon. “You! Demon! Tell me your name so I can right it on your grave!” I shouted as water surrounded him.
“Venmoria don't,” Benvolio warned, he wasn't going to stop me though. This ugly little demon was getting just what he deserved.
“Please,” the demon pleaded, “don't kill me. I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble. Please just let me live.”
“Too late.” was all I said before the demon screamed one last time and lay motionless on the floor. At that moment I took my leave and almost ran out of the café with Benvolio at my tail.
“That was wrong.” he said as he caught up to me. I could sense his anger, but it was pointless anger towards what I had just done.
“He was just another thorn in my side, get over it.” I snapped back before disappearing into the night.
I arrived back at the house and I collapsed onto my black sofa. Any other person would have felt guilt for killing him, but guilt was not in my vocabulary.
The fight had totally cleared my thoughts. Zack no longer lingered in my mind haunting and taunting me. My thoughts surrounded Benvolio and his dislike of what I had done. Did he have some connection with the demon? It was possible.
Descendants of long lines of demons had spread themselves across the earth to keep the vampires at bay. They demons had spread themselves out hundreds of years ago when vampires ruled and did as they pleased. The demons were tired of being controlled and started to fight in groups throughout the world. When the wars ended they just stayed where they were instead of coming back to North America.
I lay there deep in thought for what seemed like a while, but slowly my eyelids closed. In just a few seconds a sharp, stabbing pain ran through my body forcing me to open my eyes. I screamed as the pain moved slowly through my body and back to my chest where it stopped.
I was stupid for trying to fall asleep, it was impossible, unless I wanted to die. The demon would stay inside of me as long as I stayed awake. Part of what the village witches did was put a spell to keep me from sleeping so that the demon would never be set free. I promised myself that one day I would know how it feels to sleep, when I'm not knocked out. I know, though, that it's impossible.
I have never accepted the fact that I'm not like the humans and I never will. The humans have it so good; they live, die and have normal lives. If I was a human I would be accepted in to the world. No one would fear me, I would have friends because they like me for who I am, not because if they weren't I would kill them.
I heard I little tap on the door, I had been spending so much time thinking I hadn't realized what time it was. “Come in,” I groaned. It was their choice if they wanted to be in the same room as the freak.
Britina stepped shyly into the room and said, “I need some advice.”
I was stunned, no one ever came to me for advice, no one would ever approach me to ask for advice. “Okay what about?” I asked.
Britina hesitated for a moment then started, “There's this boy at my school, and I really like him. What should I do?”
I snorted. I had no idea what to do when it came to the opposite sex. “You really think I could help you with that?” I asked.
Her face fell to her feet, “No,” she answered.
“Shouldn't you be in bed?” I asked glancing at the clock, it said 3:30am.
“I couldn't sleep. I feel a strong presence around here and I don't know what it is. Even my mother is restless.” Britina explained.
“I haven't noticed anything different, except a new boy at school who likes to stalk me.” I sighed. Zack's face lingered in my mind.
I shook my head as Britina asked, “A new guy at you're school? Stalking you? I knew it. He is following you because powers attract.”
“What the heck are you talking about?” I asked. She wasn't making sense at all. What was it about attracting and powers?
“Okay, he has powers, the poor human doesn't know it yet, but he does. Sometimes, rarely, a vampire's and a demon's powers attracted causing emotions go wiled, usually love. So, I think that's what's happening here.”
My eyes widened. “Love? I can't love Zack!” I almost yelled. I shook my head angrily.
“That's not always what happens but, it's possible. I think you should keep an eye on him, if he is a strange new enemy you can show him who's boss.”
I gagged, “I don't want to follow Zack around, he's annoying and strange. I will never follow him, even if my life depended on it.”
Britina shook her head, “I didn't mean follow him, just watch him when you can.”
I struck Britina with my arm. “You can't tell me what to do!” I snapped at her. Britina scrambled to her feet but I picked her up by the back of her hood and threw her out my door. “I refuse your offer.” I growled. Before she could say anything I shut the door, I would never watch Zack for her. I never wanted to see Zack again.
At school I sat in geography with my anger rising slowly. Zack was beside me poking my side. I hoped if I just ignored him he would go away, but Zack never goes away.
The class finally started and Zack moved back to his seat and so did Tristan. I sighed helplessly, how would I survive the remaining months of pure torture. A small piece of paper landed o my desk. I picked it up and opened the folds hoping it was something about Tristan. It was a note for me! I read, “Venmoria, you light up my world like the sun lights up my sky! Please say you'll go out with me.” I sighed, knowing who it was from.
The paper was snatched out of my hand, Tristan had grabbed it and was reading it. Tristan exploded in laughter, “Venmoria got a love note!” she laughed, “I can't believe it.” she chuckled. “Everyone,” she announced, “Venmoria is sending love letters to herself to make herself feel special.”
The class broke out in laughter . My face got hot and red with anger filling every part of my body. “Well at least I don't wet myself in class!” I yelled standing up. A small drop of water fell from my finger onto her pants and expanded. She screamed as the water flowed from the crotch of her pants down her pants. Still screaming she stood up to get out of the room but not before everyone saw.
“It's not what it looks like!” she yelled over the laughter. With tears streaming down her face, leaving a trail of mascara, she ran out of the room. I sat back in my seat rolling my eyes, some people care so much about what other people think. That's when the teacher entered and yelled at us to calm down.
After class Zack came by my desk with a smile on his face. “What are you so cheerful about?” I asked cruelly.
Suddenly Zack's face became serious and it shook me a bit. “Nothing.” he said walking away followed by three other boys in our class; Terry, Eric and Nick.
They are the punk rock kind of guys at our school. They have their own rock band which I've only heard once since they started the group. They said they had been searching for another member and I guess they found one.
I just watched them leave surprised by not getting his usual “cheerful” answer. Maybe he was finally moving on, no. It was probably one of those “play hard to get” things boys do to get girls to like them. Well if that was the case, two could play at that game.
The lunch bell rang after gym class and I shuffled to the cafeteria alone, as usual. When I slipped into the room Zack was nowhere in site so I moved to the back of the food line. When I reached my table a sighed with relief that Zack and everyone else was on the other side of the cafeteria.
I decided to entertain myself by using my powers to hear what other's were saying. I started with the girl I hated most in the whole school, Tristan.
“I swear that girl put a hex on me or something.” Tristan sneered, of course she was talking about what had happened in Geography. “I never do things like that, why would I? I'm not five years old.” she tried to convince her table of friends.
I moved on to others, sometimes snickering at their petty conversations. But then I heard a voice I didn't want to hear. “Yeah, I play bass guitar and do a little vocal.” I heard Zack say.
“Perfect you're all we need.” Terry said in a little too happy way. Terry never sounded terribly happy, and there were rumors that he did a suicide attempt before he came to Orlando. Terry, unlike anyone I had ever seen, had dyad his hair blue, in a rebellion against the world.
Eric had light brown hair that draped around his face very nicely. His hair matched his brown eyes.
Nick had blond hair that stood out in random places, like the demon from before. He had light green eyes that would bring any girl to his side, if he knew how to use them correctly.
“When is our first gig?” Zack asked happily. For some reason something didn't feel right about Zack being with Terry, Eric and Nick. I had never really payed attention to them until now, but now that I did, they seemed creepy.
They were all unnaturally handsome, like an airbrushed magazine model. There hair looked like it was styled to look messy and their hair had natural highlights that just made them look better. Their clothes fit perfectly showing off the muscles in their chests. Strangely I couldn't sense anything weird about them, so I had no proof they were vampires or werewolves.
“We're going to a party on October 31st, it's a Halloween party.” Eric said. Halloween? That's two weeks from now.
“It's going to be perfect, nothing can go wrong now.” Nick said happily. They were starting to sound like they were hiding something. What could it be? It all sounded like a normal conversation about a party, but I had a bad feeling about it.
After school I didn't bother to go home, I headed down town to Café Norman. I walked up to the counter and slammed my hand down. The young woman behind the counter jumped at the noise. The demon woman turned to me with a nervous look on her pale face. “Can I help you?” she asked with a shake in her voice.
“Yes,” I said trying to sound friendly but failing miserably. “Do you know Terry Portman, Eric Dober and Nick Whitton?”
The woman's face lit up as I said the names, she probably knew who they were. “Yeah, I know them. They were in here last night celebrating something.” So, they might be vampires.
“Do you know what they were celebrating?” I asked in a pursuit for more information.
The woman thought for a moment. “They said something about finally finding their leader or something like that. Those vampires are so weird.” They are vampires, finally some light shed on the situation. “There's something else,” the woman said leaning over the counter and softening her voice, “and you didn't hear this from me but, the vampires are rebelling.”
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