Summary: Klaire Waters just recently moved to New Salem, her address – The recently rebuilt- Number 13, Crowhaven Road, without a single clue about the history behind it and the people nearby. Read through the chaos and love that binds this single girl to the "Club".
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (Except Klaire of course, hehe) or anything else. This is simply a fanfiction that I have written for you, please enjoy.
Author Note: This is my new account, (my old one being Ayame Misaki), and I am rewriting this story. So I am not stealing, since I was the author of the former version of the same story. Thank you. Please enjoy.
The ocean was beautiful. I never saw the ocean before, except for like, pictures on the internet. But this was the real deal. My lips formed a sincere smile as I turned, letting the wind play with my arms and hair. Living on this small island could be fun. Especially with the ocean as my backyard. I turned my dark eyes back to the blue sea. The waves gently crashed onto the white sand, before quickly receding. I crouched down to take my converse off, the feeling of cold water and sticky sand soon to await the crevices of my toes. I wonder what the ocean feels like? Better yet I wonder what creepy creatures I could find. Too bad Nessie was only "rumoured" to reside in Scotland. And this wasn't Scotland. Oh well, use your imagination Klaire, I told myself. Maybe Nessie the Greta loch Ness monster got lost and she'd find herself down here in New Salem. You never know.
I snickered at the very thought of the giant sea beast greeting me every morning with the wave of a fin. Speaking of menacing monsters, Halloween was coming soon. The most amazing holiday of the year. A holiday for witches. Oo lala.~ What to be, what to be. I pulled off my pumpkin decorated socks, tossing them behind me. I quickly slid off my tank top and skinny jeans to reveal jet black bikini. Haha, there's no way I'd strip on a beach. You crazy? Stepping forward into the water my mind wandered to all the possible options. Sure I was like 17, but dressing up was basically all the fun! I could be a vampire? But I was that last year. Hmm... A zombie? Nah. Oo, maybe a witch. I could pull that off easily. I smirked, completely amused with myself.
Suddenly I felt something wet and furry force itself against me, causing me to fall back into the ocean water. My eyes widened at the crazed dog lapped my face repeatedly with it's slimely tongue. I laughed, my hands going up to pet the german shepherd. "What a pretty boy you are, Raj," I smiled. His eyes glittered excitedly and only continued to engluf my face in dog slober.
"Raj!" A voice from behind yelled, the footsteps coming closer. There was more than one of them. I turned my head so I could look back at the group. The dog apparently wasn't listening to his master since he was still licking me to death. I smiled.
"Your dog?" I pointed at the fluffball on my lap. The red head, Adam; my mind told me, was flanked by a gorgeous blond, Diana, and a pretty brunette, Cassie. They were also accompanied seven others. Some of their minds were wondering where the others of their group were, "Faye" and "Nick" were missing. Big group, eh? 12 people? 12 people to a Circle. Interesting.
"Raj! Come here!" commanded Adam. The dog bounded around me a couple times, before prancing back to the boy. "Yeah, he's my dog. Raj is a good boy, though he usually isn't fond of strangers." I stood up as he introduced himself. "I'm Adam by the way." Oh, I know. "This is Cassie and Diana." He gestured to the ladies besides him, which I already knew, as well as the rest of the group behind them.
The rest introduced themselves as well. Deborah had curly black hair, she seemed like someone I'd get along with, so I kept my eye on her. Doug and Chris looked identical, blue and green eyes. Very striking. They had roudy personalities. They matched mine easily. Suzan, big chest and very blond. Not my type, haha. Sean reminded me of one of my friends back home, except my friend was much less immature and needy. The light brown haired Laurel wore amethyst earrings and bracelets. Soothing and balancing? Huh, interesting. Lastly, of the group present, was Melanie. Gray eyed and brown hair, she was the intelligent type. That was obvious.
"I'm Klaire Waters, just moved into Number 13 this morning."
I felt tension in the air as soon as I finished. I rose a brow at their exchage of glances and thoughts of dismay. What? Suddenly Chris, one of the twins laughed.
"That's great!" he exclaimed! Any panic left was now relaxed. Everyone smiled, though a few were suspcious. Huh, I wonder why. Weird people. Maybe they were all super-stitious since I lived in the 13th house on their block. Heh.
The group decided to stick around and chat for awhile, apparently they were waiting for their other two friends to show up. They were all going to be attending the same high school as me, though I was pretty sure to begin with, with this small of a town, it was only possible to have one highschool. I learned that Deborah owned a motorcycle which instantly earned her points in my book. I knew I'd like her. We sat together on the sandy shore, letting the tide roll in as the sun set. Sean tried flirting with us, comparing us the the ocean scene. We both just looekd at eachother before laughing. He pouted and stormed away to the others who were goofing around and chatting about the Halloween dance. Deborah wasn't much into the dances, she usually hung with the twins and did rambunctious around the school. One dance, the teachers and volunteers were so preoccupied with the teenagers that they had free reign to the teachers' longue and they graphittied all over the walls with spray paint. I would have loved to see the look on the teachers' faces the next day. She told me that they were to die for. I believed her alright.
After the two other members arrived, Faye a dark girl with a lot of confidence and Nick and dark boy with a smoking problem. They all had something to do and departed down the beach. Deborah invited me to hang with her at lunch tomorrow, and I was all for it. Looks like we became friends rather quickly. Good for me.
I walked up the path to my new house, all to myself. It was fairly large for one person I thought as I unlocked the door. Three stories and a basement, the ground floor consisting of a kitchen and a large living room/diving room. The second floor many guest bedrooms and a full bath. The third was all my room. And for the basement, well, it was a basement. I stalked inside, pushing cardboard boxes of stuff aside so I could get through. I should definelty organize this sometime. I quickly jogged up the two flight of stairs and entered my large bedroom. Unlike the rest of the house, my room was basically all unpacked, just had to sort through a few things like clothes and CDs and such. I walked over to my dresser, picking up one of my many books of CDs and flipped through it before pulling out a disk by The Killers. Their Hot Fuss album, mm perfect.
I danced slowly over to my bed, to the beat of 'All These Things I've Done'. I flipped off my light switch before letting myself fall back onto the canopy bed's comforter. I pulled my bikini off, discarding it somewhere in the dark room as I snuggled under the velvet spread. I let the soft fabric caress my body. It felt nice. But the ocean felt nice too. The different between textures was interesting. I smiled to myself. Stop thinking into things too much Klaire, I told myself, as I turned. I picked up a picture frame that laid on my night stand. The moonlight reflected off this glass's surface, revealing the happy couple. I traced my fingers over their smiling, gentle faces.
My mom and dad.
I never knew them... But I knew they loved me. I found a letter when I was young. It was from them of course. It told me of their wishes, their wishes of me coming here to New Salem. It never read why they wanted me to come here exactly, but I would do anything to find out. And I would find out. For them.
I softly pressed my lips my parents' unmoving picture, before setting it back on the wooden nightstand. I stared at them, snuggling my face deeper into my fluffy pillow. They're beautiful. And I'm their child. I had my dad's onyx colored eyes, his nose, his light and milky colored skin, and my mom's rich black hair and her thin bones. Not to mention her decently developed chest. Hah. My mom's blue eyes were stunning though. Even in the dim moonlight they managed to be vibrant. Like sapphire. I wish I had her gorgeous eyes.
I let my eyes close, my mind managing to wander away from my mom's gemstone like eyes. To other crystals. And witches. To Halloween. And I was content. It was a blissful sleep.