A/M: ooo~kay, well this is my first Night-World fan-fic!! Hurrah Hurrah!! Please be painfully brutal, if you review that is, criticism makes one grow, i think!
Disclaimer: i own nothing, except my own pitiful ideas.
Enchanted Stone.
Chapter 1: To Strive.
"I am a soldier, I fight where I am told, and I win where I fight." -General George S. Patton.
I looked up at Lake Mead High School with cold disapproval.
The sun was a bright spec in the sky, sending UV radiation on the unprotected public below. Mercilessly, the innocent pedestrian were forced to strip down to their bare minimum to combat the heat, but were then easy targets to the carcinogen.
And this is were I must spend the next two years of my life, I thought, really, Viva Las Vegas.
I, Shaziya Elmsworth, disapproved of summer, and all the warmth and over- excitement that it stood for. People tend to get restless in IT, which leads to dark passions, which leads to wrong judgement and ultimately violence and death, instead of calmly watching and observing as true civilised people are wont. Unbiased and non- judgemental. Making decisions which would benefit the vast majority.
And that's what I'm here for.
To observe and record the events which are to unfold on the millennium, here, in Las Vegas,the job of a Keeper.
I made my way to the brick- red building, thronged on either side by swarms of humans, all trying to scuttle to class before the bell for homeroom rang. Bustled here and there, I finally made it to the hallway, gladly welcoming the cool shade and soft breeze. I had no idea how an american school system worked but if it was anything like England, then I'd have to get to a reception first to get registered.
I turned, only to collide with someone's heavy backpack. I fell down, hard, scattering my books around my person. I blinked, confused to hear the sound of laughter instead of worried chatter. Groaning, I pushed myself up to my elbows and found a tanned hand being casually thrust in my face. Looking up at the owner I saw a laughing face, pleasant, plastered with a savage smile. I looked for the eyes and found them a warm chocolate brown, indicating a refreshing and mischievous personality.
I looked deeper, and saw the silver. A Night-person.
With no remorse, nor shame, the cruel shifter stood half crouching, laughing as he reached down towards my like it was only natural to laugh when someone's knocked down, unjustly, to the floor. I decided I didn't much care for a cruel shifter sans manners and swatted away his hand, making to stand.
That is, I could only make to stand.
At the second that skin met skin, I was bombarded with an avalanche of sensation.
Of fireworks. Of explosions. Happiness, sorrow, the sudden feeling of deja vu.
Do I know you?
I was drowning in the sensation of another's mind. This mind, so alien and foreign, was enveloping me from all sides. My surroundings became unclear and the pressure of his hands (my own were unsteady), my arrhythmic breathing, and our intertwined minds became dominant. His was so animalistic, so primitive, and it was suffocating me. The sudden invasion of privacy filled me with the distinct feeling of fear.
Yes, fear, an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat. A forgotten emotion trying to resurface. I tried to pull away, frantically, from the illicit connection.
No wait! Stop!
And just as quickly as it came, it was shut off.
I had a strong mind, trained to resist even the strongest vampire telepaths. So although my emotions (more like my very thinking) was being assaulted, the moment I regained control I was able to cleanly severe the unsettling connection. I stood up, leaving the still crouching (and bewildered) shifter behind as I made my way to the reception.
Having finally gained directions to my next class and received a timetable, I went into my biology class, ten minuets late. The class was normal, with circa twenty odd people, and by normal it's meant that there were mainly humans. Packed in, making noise, disrupting peace.
Like sardines in a box.
That is, if the sardines were still alive.
I sat throughout the entire class, not speaking after my introduction, trying to regain my composure. Although my facial expression and body language was neutral, inside my heart beat savagely, like a mad trapped beast wanting to break loose, to run back to that stranger. I sat still and waited, waited for my heart to still.
The end of class. I followed a young witch from my biology class until she led me to a secluded area, somewhere behind the main building. The girl had rich black curls with coffee- brown skin. Danni Abforth, Circle Twilight. I had done my research prior coming here.
She turned towards me an smiled, happily, innocently, as if truly glad to have met me.
"Unity, I'm Danni Abforth. It's really great to see a new witch around! Mum told me all about you, but she was really vague? She said that you were here to do some job or something..."
She let the question hang. She adopted a questioning tone, sort of like the one animal tamers use against a frightened or injured animal. This angered me. Not because I was didn't like being patronised, more because I was still afraid that my previous ordeal still showed on my face. So I blurted it out, without care for the consequences.
"Unity Abforth Danni, I am Shaziya Elmsworth. I am here for Circle Dawn business."
The colour drained from her face and the ridiculous smile had disappeared.
A whisper, so soft nearly inaudible, escaped from her lips, bringing a sadistic smile to my face.
"Circle Dawn..? Goddess help us."
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