"It's all right to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it." - Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel
"I'm sick of everyone in this stupid school!" I yell, as I parade down the twisting cream corridor. I carry my sharp silver blade in my hand, which glistens when the light from above hits it. I just wish these people will leave me alone, all they seem to do is irritate me.
"Luna, will you wait up, please!" Jessie begs, panting. Her feet thud against the wooden floor as she tries to catch up with me. I don't want to talk to her. Or anyone for that matter. My roommate and close friend has always been there for me, but nobody can break down the walls I've built up now.
"No, just leave me alone!" I respond, with acid seeping into my words. Jessie doesn't argue back, her breathing lightens and I can't hear her running anymore. Thank God, she's not really the kind of person to give up so easily, so I thought I'd have to yell some more. I head towards the library, in search for equanimity; just five minutes of silence, that's all I desire.
The library is the oldest part of the school and the most abandoned. I push open one of the double doors. It squeaks as I make my way in slowly, wary of whether or not I'm alone. I sigh, grateful that I'm completely alone. Finally. I lean my sword up against the wall beside the door, making sure that the door can't reach it and knock it over if someone else enters. The fake, primary coloured gems glisten and reflect the light of the naked bulb hanging weakly above my head.
I climb the dark wooden staircase, leading to the main collection of myths and legends-my all-time favourite section. I run my hand over the patterns indented into the glossy wooden bar that runs along the staircase for support, trying to interpret them; they are so peculiar, unlike anything I think I've ever seen.
The myths and legends are hidden at the back, coated in cobwebs because they've been neglected for so long; I don't understand why anyone would ignore such fascinating books, part of me believes that they aren't for student reading, but all the teachers have forgotten the collection exists. There is a table and chair hidden beside the collection, where I spend most of my weekends. I like it because it's hidden, therefore, nobody can ever find me.
I scan the leather bound books, admiring their individual beauty. I swiftly select one labeled 'vampire prophecy collection'. Um... interesting. Grabbing it, my hand gets covered in a thick coat of dust. I slide it onto the small desk, whilst pulling out the chair and sitting down. A cloud of dust floats in the air once I blow lightly on the book.
The leather front it decorated richly, the bold main title written in gold. The book is oddly padlocked, with a lock dangling from the side. I laugh, taking a bobby pin from my hair. I push it in, turning and fiddling with the pin and lock until it flies open. Wow... that was beyond easy. Something tells me that I'm not meant to open this. Oh well, too late. My nose tingles at the disgusting smell of the old book; I collect enough inner strength to continue, even though I hear the voice inside my head complain that this is wrong.
After flicking through the pages, I am extremely disappointed in what I find. All the pages are about unknown vampires facing slayers over five hundred years ago. I rest my head on my hand, as I turn the pages.
I shift in my seat uncontrollably as I read the title of a short chapter.
'The Savior
Fairies appear in many children's books being tiny, lively, happy creatures. This is a lie. Fairies are manipulative, evil, yet immensely beautiful creatures. They feed on the souls of humans, to gain strength to perform spells. Fairies are found in forests, concealed by spells. They live in trees that are much bigger on the inside than on the outside. The ways for another creature to see a fairie town, is if a fairie living there is in love with the creature, or if the creature is gifted by Sight.
Fairies will eventually seek a war against the vampires. The signs for the this will be:
* there will be an eclipse for a single day,
* all green life on Oak Wood High School's land will begin to die,
* there will be a sequence of earthquakes under Oak Wood High School,
* students at Oak Wood High School will begin continuously throwing up blood.
This is the warning vampires will need to know that the faries have begun plotting an attack of some sort. Oak Wood High School's strongest fighter-a teenage girl-will be chosen to be The Savior. Her fate is certain-she will die. Her sacrifice will save the vampire kind when it comes to the final battle and they will forever remember her.'
Well, that's pretty deep. Gosh, a teenage girl being sacrificed, isn't that something from like 2000 years ago? It's strange to read something sold old, predict that something will happen to a girl who has no clue and may not even exist. What if she doesn't want to die? I don't think she'll have much choise by the sound of it. But on the bright side, fairies sound... exciting. I slam the book shut, absorbing all the information. Vampires and fairies... at war... wow.
Suddenly, I hear the door squeaking. Someone's here. I grab the book, holding it firmly in my grasp against my unsteady heart. Silently, I tip toe along the book aisle, placing the book exactly where I took it from. I can hear two low voices bickering in the center of the library.
"The signs all point to now. You've read the prophecy, you must understand." Said a recognisable male voice. I know them... who is it?
"Eric, you know she's not ready. She's fourteen," another recognisable voice replies. Eric? The vampire prince is there? Just my luck. The other voice though, I just can't put my finger on who it is, or who they're talking about, but I know who they are... almost too well.
"I understand your feelings on her fulfilling the prophecy, but her one death will prevent thousands." Eric argued. I parted the books in-front of me, giving me a peek at what was going on. Eric was slumped in a wooden chair, and Blade-my trainer-was pacing back and forth. He has straight black hair falling to his neck. A deep, pink scar is cut from his neck to his ear, and it must have been incredibly painful; he doesn't like anyone mentioning it-even me and I'm his favourite.
"She's not ready, her training -" Blade was interrupted,
"she is. I saw her today, her skills are beyond any vampire I've ever seen." Eric's face showed the amazement he must have felt when he saw this girl fight. Who is she? Eric's blonde hair is cut short, and his green eyes are his best feature on his angular face. He's a perfect heart-throb, crashing girls dreams whenever he has the opportunity; that's one of the reasons I won't give him any attention, no matter how much he follows me.
"Sure, she is extraordinary, however, she's a teenage girl! She stormed out of that gym as quickly as she could when I told her she couldn't use the bow and arrow." Blade's words were each stressed. And my heart stopped beating when he finished his sentence.
Me. They are talking about me. I don't know why, but they are. I push the books back roughly, then march to the end of the aisle. They both gape in amazement as I reveal myself.
"L-Luna? What are you doing here?" Eric stutters, astonishment and guilt clear in his voice. He gradually stands from sitting in the chair, watching me, never blinking. Blade has stopped pacing, standing like a statue, wearing an apologetic expression.
"I came here after training. I was just reading-then I heard you two and I came to investigate." I explain, crossing my arms over my chest. I'm still in my leather fighting outfit, like Eric; Blade is wearing a black shirt, blue tie, and skinny jeans.
"How much did you hear?" Eric asks. I shrug raising my eyebrows,
"a lot, I guess." He gulps, falling back into his seat. Blade is still motionless wearing his perfect poker face,
"Luna, this was never planned." He defends.
"What was never planned?" I almost yell, unleashing my inner emotions. I didn't want to tell them that I actually don't understand much of what's been said, but the words slip out. Blade walks forward and up the stairs, holding onto the banister lightly.
"I suggest you sit down," he grabs my hand, guiding me to the nearest chair next to Eric-it's uncomfortable, but my mind is pre-occupied. Eric is sat with a thoughtful expression on his face, not focused on anything but his mind.
"Tell me," I beg, my voice much higher than usual. I run a hand through my long, thick brown hair, trying to calm myself.
"I'm not sure we should," Eric insists. I roll my eyes, how is he so annoying? Blade continues anyway, unaffected by Eric's comment.
"Do you know about fairies?" I laugh, which causes Blades face to furrow; Eric is facing the other way, so I can't see his expression.
"Actually, I just read a book which had a small explanation of them in it." I tell them. Blade sighs,
"good, at least it saves me time explaining that. There is a prophecy about fairies called -"
"The Savior. I read about it before." Blade smiles, but it's not a happy smile, it's more apologetic and understanding. Things just don't seem to add up in this conversation. Why are they talking about The Saviour?
"The thing is, the signs pointing to the fairie war are all there." WHAT? I haven't seen an eclipse, students being ill, dead plants, or felt the Earth shake.
"How?" I inquire. Blade sits on the first step of the staircase.
"The ill students and earthquakes were last night while you were sleeping, which thankfully wasn't as bad as I expected." He explains, fussing with his tie.
"Did any students... is everyone okay?" Blade looks doubtful. Great, death.
"Two died, they choked. But the earthquake didn't cause any injuries, destruction or anything." Thank god. I think he only told me that about the earthquakes to try and brighten my spirits.
"What about the eclipse?" I say my thoughts aloud.
"Tomorrow day, we reckon." Blade responds, doubtfully.
"How do I fit into all of this?" Eric is still silent, which is irritating me more than it should.
"Your The Savour." Blade tells me. I giggle uncomfortably, whilst crying. I conclude that taking all my anger out on Eric will make me feel so much better. "Are you just going to sit there like... that?! It's a suicide attempt and I won't do it! I don't care if silent princy boy here orders me to go kill myself, I won't do it!" I scream at the top of my voice, pointing a sharp finger at a dazed Eric.
Suddenly, two arms are around me, holding me sternly. I know it's Eric, because I can smell his rich scent. I pull on his leather jacket to relieve some anger. His hand pushes my head against his chest. "Shhhh, quiet." Even though he's trying to kill me, Eric still has a safe aura about him. I wrap my arms around him tightly, hoping no one will steal him away.
I hear the door squeak open and I peek over Eric's shoulder to see Blade leave. I look up at Eric, who's resting his head on mine. "Do you love me?" I ask, weakly.
He nods, "I do, more than anyone." I blush. He runs his fingers along my cheek. He truly is beautiful, with his face designed in the most perfect way with the most perfect features.
"Will you do something for me?"
"Anything," Eric kisses my head softly.
"Let me go."