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Chapter One

Sarah-Jane

The rain was bucketing down, and the paper was outside. I groaned. Why did this have to happen now? Why couldn't the rain come later?

I grabbed my dressing gown and dashed outside, trying to get as little rain on me as possible.

The paper was in a plastic bag. They were actually smart enough to cover it today.

I tore the bag off the newspaper and read the headline.

ANOTHER GIRL DEAD IN HORRIFIC ANIMAL ATTACK

I jogged inside and sat down at the table, which held my strawberry jam covered toast and steaming coffee. I flipped the paper open to the first page and read the article.

Police were horrified yesterday morning as a gruesome discovery was made at Harley Bay Oval, where the body of a fifteen year old girl was found. It is believed to be another animal attack, and residents of Crimsonville are becoming more and more afraid.
This has been the fifth assumed animal attack that has happened in the past month, and so far police have not had any leads as to what vicious animal has been attacking the innocent children of Crimsonville.
Many of the victims have appeared to be young girls, aged between fourteen and seventeen years of age, all going to Crimsonville High School.
"We do not think that there is a link to the attacks, we believe that they are random. It's just teenage girls that have been the chosen victims so far," says Detective Chief Inspector Geralds.
The name of the girl that has been recently found has not been released as of yet, as details of the attack are still mysterious, but they do know that she was a well known student at Crimsonville High, who suffered severely in this horrendous incident.
"People need to remain calm and not panic over the situation," says DCI Geralds. "Parents need to make sure that their children are off the streets at night, and that they should keep a watchful eye over the area."

I put the paper down and let out an uneasy breath. This was getting so weird. It had been the fifth attack in the past month, and it was getting closer and closer to town.

I continued eating my toast and rushed upstairs to finish getting ready for school.

I couldn't get the article out of my head. I knew I had to, but I couldn't.

I tried focussing on other things, like the Science test I had today. I already knew everything in it, but I thought that I should revise just in case.

"Sarah-Jane Marshall, come down here this instant!" yelled a deep voice from downstairs.

I groaned and threw my pen down onto the desk. What was wrong now?

I had been living with my father ever since my mother died. They had divorced when I was six, and since then, I had been seeing my father every six months for a week. But that all changed when my mother died of a brain tumour two years ago.

I didn't like to talk about it. It made me angry and upset. I was angry with God for taking her away from me, and leaving me with my father, who I barely knew anything about. He and I got on reasonably well, but there was the odd occasion where we were arguing. But that didn't happen too often.

My father and I had a lot in common. We both liked to keep to ourselves. We didn't like getting into other people's business, and we kept our distance from the gossipers of the town.

I stomped downstairs, still in my pyjamas, wondering what I had done now to make Dad mad.

I walked out into the kitchen, hands deep into the pockets of my dressing gown.

"What's wrong, Dad?" I asked.

He sat at the kitchen table, a bowl of cereal and a cup of steaming black coffee sitting in front of him. He was reading the story about the attack in the paper, and I could tell that he was worried. His beautiful blue eyes always went grey when he was worried or upset.

He looked up, and saw me. He pointed to a chair at the other end of the table. He ran a tanned hand through his greying chocolate brown hair.

He sighed, took a sip from his coffee, and looked at me.

"As you may have read," he started, as he showed the paper with the story. "There have been a lot of attacks around here."

I nodded.

"And I don't want you to be the next victim. So, I want you to start keeping a watch out. And no staying out late of a night. I want you home by 9.30pm at the latest."
I frowned.

"Dad, I never go out in the first place. I spend my days and nights at home, and my life will probably be like that for a very long time to come," I replied.

Dad sighed, and I rolled my eyes, knowing what was coming next.

"Janey, are you alright?"

I nodded.

"Are you sure? You never go out any more, you don't talk to anyone, you lock yourself in your room to concentrate on homework. I know I wasn't too happy with you being friends with those yahoos, but at least you were happy. Your mother wouldn't want this, Saz. I want you to promise me that you are going to try and make a friend today, and make the right choice. I want you to be around people, not by yourself all the time."

I crossed my arms and nodded, looking at the floor. I didn't want to have this conversation, not now.

Dad could tell that I wasn't in the mood to talk.

"Alright. Go get ready for school."

I nodded and stomped upstairs, knocking everything off my desk in anger.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I had to calm down. A few minutes later, I knew I had calmed down enough, and continued to get ready.

I found an outfit to wear to school, and made sure all my books were in my bag.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't very pretty. I had wavy blonde hair, and dark green eyes, which were fringed with long lashes. My eyes were usually behind a pair of thick glasses, and my hair was always up in a ponytail. I didn't see how else to wear it. I wasn't one of those girls who was obsessed with their looks. I was focussed on school, and at the moment, that was all I had to keep me sane.

I decided that I was going to walk to school today, seeing as it wasn't too far away.

Crimsonville was a small town. Everybody knew each other, and it was a happy place.

There were less than 2500 living in Crimsonville. The only thing that made the town seem big, was the huge amount of forest that surrounded it.

It was a nice quiet place to live, except for all the recent attacks which had everyone scared.

I put on my heavy, waterproof coat. The weather was horrible, and winter had a way of telling everyone that it was certainly here.

Snow laid thick on the ground, and crunched underneath my heavy boots. I groaned as my feet sunk into the thick snow. I should have caught the bus.

I kept trooping through the snow, determined to get to school. I looked ahead of me, and saw that I was at the school gates. The school was actually kind enough to sweep away most of the snow, so kids didn't have to struggle when walking through.

The bell rang for the first class, so I headed to it immediately.

I had Geography, which was one of my favourite subjects, so I took off to class.

And that's when I saw him.

I could tell he was new to the school, because I hadn't seen anyone so beautiful before.

Dark hair, tanned skin, extremely tall, and the most gorgeous blue eyes that I have ever seen.

And those blue eyes were looking at me.

I panicked, and looked down straight away, wrapping my arms around my body, wanting to just disappear. I could tell he was still looking at me, because I knew I was being watched.

I carefully looked up at him, and saw an amused smirk spread across his face.

I turned away, and flicked my hair across my face, so that he couldn't see me, and hurried to class.

When I got there, I was glad that my usual seat up the back hadn't been taken.

I breathed in and out heavily, and walked to the back, invisible from the world. I removed my heavy jacket, and placed it on the back of my chair, leaving me in my olive green long shirt. I was pulling down the sleeves when he walked into my class.

My eyes opened wide in surprise, and I looked down immediately, grabbing my books out of my bag quickly, and pretended to look through them so I didn't have to see him.

He had seen me, amused expression still on his face. He was talking to the teacher, discussing what he was going to need for the year.

There was a spare seat next to me, and many others throughout the classroom. No one liked to sit next to me, because I was the "loner kid", the one who shied away from the world.

I wanted him to sit next to me, but at the same time, I didn't. I didn't want to have him sitting there, wondering why I'm staring at him like an idiot.

The teacher was telling him to choose a seat.

I closed my eyes and crossed my fingers.
"Not here," I whispered to myself. "Not here. Please, God, make him choose anywhere else but here."

Unfortunately for me, God was in the mood to be amused.

"May I sit here?" said a cool, calm voice.

I frowned, opened my eyes and smiled at him.

He grinned back, and as soon as I saw him, I looked away.

"Yeah, sure."

He placed his books next to me, and sat down with such elegance that I was sure wasn't right for a guy of his height.

He was still grinning, and I didn't look at him once. I kept my eyes on the board ahead. The teacher had started the lesson, and already I wasn't paying attention.

He looked at me, and held out a hand for me to shake.

"I'm Heath Collins, and you are?" he said.

I looked at his hand, and eventually shook it. His hand was so warm, like he had been standing next to a heater all morning. In this weather, I wouldn't blame him.

I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and I couldn't help but smile.

"Sarah-Jane Marshall."

I released his hand and pushed my glasses up, as they were sitting on the bridge of my nose.

"That's an unusual name," he whispered.

I grinned and looked back down at my book, glancing very quickly at him every now and then.

And it was like he knew I was going to look at him, because every time, he would look back and smile.

And what a smile it was. It looked good before, from the distance, but up close, wow. It was fantastic.

He had perfectly straight, movie star white teeth. His teeth were so perfect that even the stars themselves would be jealous of him.

The teacher set us to a group activity, and we turned to our work.

It was very strange sitting next to Heath. We never spoke, but were constantly looking at each. It was very strange.

I decided to break the awkward silence.

"So, you're new here?" I asked.

Well, duh. You obviously haven't seen him here before, I thought to myself.

I closed my eyes and squeezed them shut, knowing that I just made an idiot out of myself.

He chuckled and looked back at me.

"Yes. I moved here last week."

I nodded. "Do you have any brothers and sisters?"

He nodded back. "I have an older brother and sister."

"So, you're the little one, are you?" I joked.

He laughed. "I guess you could say that. What about you? Any siblings?"
I shook my head, my ponytail brushing against my back as I did.

"Have you ever wanted any?" he asked.

I crossed my arms on the table and looked down at my hands.

"Well, I actually used to have a little brother," I replied.

I didn't like talking about what happened, because it made me so mad and angry about how selfish and idiotic people could be.

But I knew Heath wanted to know what happened, and there was something about him that made me want to tell him.

"What happened? Did he move or something?"

I shook my head, and looked back down at my hands.

"He died."

He was silent. He didn't have to say anything for me to know that he felt like an idiot for saying something.

I almost hit the ceiling when he put a hand on my arm, in comfort. I could feel the heat from his hand radiate through the thin sleeve of my shirt.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered.

I smiled weakly and shrugged.

"It was a long time ago."

He moved his hand and looked back at the work.

I hated the silence. I wanted to hear his voice again, and I wanted to get away from the topic of my brother's death.

"So, what are your siblings names?" I asked.

He dropped his pen and looked back up.

"Isaac and Carmen."

I raised my eyebrows. "Interesting names."

He laughed.

"How old are they?"
"Eighteen."

"Are they twins?"

He nodded. "And it is so frustrating to have them at home. They have this spiritual connection and it is quite frightening."

"Telepathy?"

"My family think so."

We laughed together. I was amazed at this strange conversation. Then a thought crossed my mind. Heath could actually become my first proper friend in Crimsonville, since my mother died. I wondered myself if Heath actually wanted to be friends with me. No body else did. Most people teased me for who I was, what I chose to be.

Like he was reading my mind, Donny "Jerkface" Clare decided to turn around and gave Heath a cheesy smile.

Donny was the most disgusting person I could ever have met. It's not because he was bad looking. Hell, he was probably the best looking in the school (after Heath of course), with gorgeous blonde hair with golden brown parts naturally streaked through it, and the most amazing brown eyes I have ever seen on someone. He was fit and athletic, with muscles in his arms and his legs, and I'm not sure how good his abs looked, probably fantastic.

But the bad thing was that Donny was a pig and perverted. He would hit on any girl that had big enough boobs for him.

I just wanted to slap him across the face the moment he turned around.

"Hey, new guy!" he shouted. Ugh, what a dope.

Heath chuckled to himself and smiled.

"Hello, old guy."

I held a hand over my mouth to stifle my giggles. Donny was not impressed.

"If I were you, I'd get away from Saz as quickly as you can. You don't want to be bored by her loner loser life," Donny said.

"As opposed to a stuck up, full of himself, moron's life like yours? I know which one I'd rather," I said.

Heath chuckled beside me, and Donny frowned.

"Thank you for the offer, but I think I'd prefer to sit with, Sarah-Jane."

Donny was a pissed off.

"Fine, your funeral. You'll get bored of her sooner or later."

I growled.

"Oh my God, why don't you just go and model yourself. You don't need many brains in that occupation."

Donny laughed and so did Heath.

"If you want my shirt off that desperately, all you have to do is ask, Marshall."

He winked and I narrowed my eyes.

"It won't be happening any time soon, so don't hold your breath." I paused. "Actually, on second thought, do."

He frowned and turned around, not saying another word.

Heath looked at me, and grinned.

"Have to put up with him often?"

I groaned.

"Only every day."

Heath smiled and turned back to our work.