Hey, here is my new story. My friend help me a little with the ideas for this story. And some things are from Becca Fitzpatrick's "hush hush". Enjoy :)
"Lord, I'm afraid, you're not going to like it" Varn warned his master.
"Tell me!" Samuel's shout was dripping with anger. "Just tell me! What did you see!?" . The psychic closed his eyes and bent his head. He recalled his vision and started telling it.
"There is a girl. Girl born by an angel. Eyes like chocolate. Wavy hair. Girl like a rose with thorns. Delicate but yet powerful. Terrified, but so brave…" he looked at Samuel. "She will be your end"
"What did you say, you fool?" he asked with eyes full of fury.
"Girl born on Christmas this year… She will triumph over your dead body when her 17th birthday will come" Varn replied with his eyes now closed.
"I AM SAMUEL, THE LORD OF UNDERWORLD!"he shouted at Varn clenching his fist. "You want to tell me that some 17 year old girl will be the death of mine?!" Samuel approached Varn looking at him with his black, scary eyes.
"You have 17 years" the demonic psychic replied. He was frightened, but tried not to show it in front of Samuel. His master hated the fear.
" .IMMORTAL!" he shouted in fury accenting each word and in that moment everything made of glass broke. The room's floor covered with windows' pieces.
"There must be a balance in the nature. There is always a way to end everything" Varn replied and then Samuel went with his hand through his chest and grabbed a beating heart in his palm. "Nonsense!" he shouted, the leaned over Varn and said through his teeth "I can't be killed" Samuel straightened and smiled like there was nothing better in his life than looking at somebody's suffering. "You know.. I could tear your heart of your chest right now. But you can be useful" he told Varn. "Guard!" he let go of psychic's heart. Varn fell to the ground and cough trying to catch his breath. " Put him into the dungeon" Samuel ordered.
"And what about that girl?" one of Samuel's bondsman asked him.
"Find her and kill her" everybody in the room nodded. "Whoever finds her will be rewarded!"
16 YEARS LATER
ALLY'S POV
I walked into the classroom and saw the word "INTERVIEW" on the blackboard. Hmm.. I wonder what we are gonna do on today's lesson. Trish who was with me said:
"Ooh. The interview. Maybe I will know some gossips" I looked at her and shook my head. "What? I want to know what's going on in our school. You know..Romance. Broken hearts. Losing virginity. Pregnancy-"
"Enough, Trish! I get it" I cut her off, before she reached murder.
"Speaking of… I wonder who our 'Queen' slept with this week" Trish said talking about Becca, one of the most popular girls at school. Trish and her are fighting since 5th grade. Sometimes I just want to stand up and slap her. But I don't want to get into troubles. I wanna go to a good university, so I must be a perfect student when it comes to behavior and grades.
We sat next to each other and then Becca walked into the classroom. I looked at Trish who turned her head to me and smirked. I didn't know what she was planning, but I knew that it won't end up well. The next thing I saw was Becca falling to the ground. And I knew it was because of Trish. The whole class started laughing. Becca got up really quickly and anger appeared on her face.
"You think that was funny?" she asked Trish angrily.
"Yep, that was pretty funny!" Trish replied laughing.
"You fatty! You will regret it" Becca told her. Then she grabbed and pulled Trish's hair. They started struggling. I had to stop it.
"Hey! Stop it!" I shouted and stood between them.
"Or what?" Becca asked still pretty angry.
"Just sit down, Becca" I ordered. She went to her desk and sat down. Wow, did Becca just listen to me? I thought to myself. I have to say I was in shock. When I was about to sit on my chair I saw something…someone. A blond haired guy. His hair looked so soft. Why most of the guys don't look like him? Is it that hard to take care of yourself and… look just so… magnificent. I just couldn't look away. There was something in him, that was attracting me to his persona. I didn't even know him, but it was like a charm. Suddenly he raised his head and looked straight into my eyes. It brought me back to reality. I immediately looked away and sat back on my chair.
"Hello, class!" Mrs. Despain greeted us. "So you're probably wondering what we are going to do today. Well, let me explain" she said. "You are going to be journalists and do an interview with your partner. You will draw lots and this will show you who you will be working with" she told us. It made me a little bit angry. I wanted to do it with Trish. I was about to say something, but Trish spoke first.
"Excuse me. Why can't we just stay like this and do it with person we sit with?" she asked our teacher.
"Trish, I don't want to argue with you, so please just do what I say, okay?" she asked Trish and smiled a little.
"Okaay" Trish replied. I went to Mrs. Despain's desk and took a piece of paper with somebody's name on it. I gave it to our teacher and she read it.
"Ally Dawson and Austin Moon" I didn't hear that name before, so I guess this is that new guy I saw earlier. "Austin please sit next to Ally" the teacher told him. Yeah, this is that guy. Oh my gosh.. I went back and sat next to him.
"Hey, I'm Ally" I said and smiled. He looked at me with a straight face. His eyes were so dark. I shivered. There was something scary in them… and something that attracted me to him at the same time.
"Teacher said that already" he muttered. What is his problem? Can't he just be nice?
"So, Austin, right?" I tried to start a conversation.
"Like you didn't hear" he replied writing something in his notebook. Seriously, did I do something to him?
"What is your problem?" I asked him, but he didn't even look at me. Gosh, this's gonna be harder than I thought. I had no idea why didn't he want to talk with me. This task was important to me. I couldn't get any bad grade. But what could I do if he didn't want to say anything. I looked at his notebook and saw that he's writing something, so I decided to try once again.
"What are you writing?" I asked politely.
"And she is really annoying" he replied impassive not stop writing. Excuse me? Was that about me? I can show him how annoying I can be.
"Don't you think you're a little rude?" I asked him resentful.
"Whatever" he replied and shrugged his shoulders.
"Don't 'whatever' me" I almost shouted. But I don't think he even realized that I said something. "Aren't you going to ask me questions?" I asked.
"What for? I know everything I want" he replied not looking at me.
"Oh, yeah? How would you know anything about me if we don't know each other?" I asked. I was sick of that guy.
"You're Ally Dawson" genius, he heard that. "You were born on December 25" he could see it somewhere. "You enjoy learning. You want to be the best. You like listening to music. Slow songs when you're sad and rock when you're angry" okay, that is getting creepy. "You would like to find love like from this movie…how is it called?..oh, yeah. The Notebook. Piano is your escape from your problems. You start playing and think of your life and the day you find the one and only" he said looking deep into my eyes. For the first time I wasn't scared. His eyes weren't so dark as they were before. "Anyway… You can't make hard decisions. This is one of your weaknesses" he added.
"And what's the second one?" I asked with a little indignation. Who is this guy?
"You trust people too much. That's why you get hurt. Just to let you know, in your place I wouldn't trust me" he told me seriously and looked away.
"Okay, okay. I get it. I don't know how you know this, but it's not important now. It's my turn now" I said and took my pen.
"What are you gonna ask me? What my favourite band is? Well, I don't have one. Favourite food? Umm..hard to choose. Favourite –" then I cut him off.
"Listen to me. We have something to do. I want to get a good grade. So could you be nice just for a moment?" I asked angrily.
He sighed and put his hands on his neck leaning on the chair. "What is your problem? You want to know me, so I'm telling you about myself" he replied and smirked.
"Well, that's great. Be serious and just answer questions I'm asking" I told him. He just nodded. "So, what do you like to do in your free time?" I asked ready to write down the answer.
"Lots of bad thing you shouldn't know" he replied seriously leaning over me and lowering his voice. At first I took that as a joke, but his eyes were telling that it's not. I felt tightness in the chest and in that moment I was afraid of him. But not because of what he said..it was something different..like he was warning me about himself. He had to see my face, cause he asked me:
"You aren't afraid, are you?" and smirked.
"Nooo, I'm not. I'm sure you do something normal like other teenagers. I don't know..something like surfing, playing football or-" he cut me off.
"I play billiards" he told me.
"See, was it that hard?" I asked taking notes in my notebook.
"Can we finish now?" he replied bored.
"But..I asked you just one question" I protested. Then the bell rang and Austin got up from the chair.
"And you already know too much" he told me before he left.
"But I only asked you about what you like to do!" I shouted, but he was already out of the classroom. "UGH!" I sighed. Why do I have to interview him?
So, how was it? Do you want me to continue? Please review :)
